C581 Coming
C581 Coming
Puff.
Zhang Haonan, who finally managed to get up, laid on the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.
"See that? That's your curator, garbage curator."
With one hand, he grabbed Zhang Haonan's hair and pulled it up, the bearded man signaled Sun Lianghu who was beaten half to death by Hemp-rope Man, "Don't say that I didn't give you a chance, if you admit that taking back that fist Boxing House and the Hongtai Taekwondo was a secret operation, I won't kill you."
At this point, the strength of his stomped feet increased by a bit. "Everyone is listening, hurry up and speak."
"We... Our Dragon Tiger Fist Palace does not have any secret operation... We... "Ah …
Before his voice had even died away, it was replaced by a miserable scream.
"If you can't see the coffin, don't cry. Fine, I'll grant you that wish."
He kicked Zhang Haonan continuously, and the bearded man shouted: "Did everyone see that, this is the Dragon Tiger Fist Pavilion."
"Sigh, the truth is better than eloquence."
"I originally thought that the Dragon Tiger Fist Palace was capable, but it seems like they don't exist."
"What bullshit ability is that? It's practically sullying the reputation of our martial arts world."
With this final voice, the atmosphere on the field immediately reached its peak.
Muscular Man, who was hiding in the crowd, was full of smiles when he saw this scene.
He had originally wanted to personally get rid of the Dragon Tiger Fist Hall, but he didn't expect that there would be two more idiots.
Under the influence of these two idiots, the matter was settled immediately.
The Dragon Tiger Fist Palace was only mediocre.
"Kicking a restaurant, our Dragon Tiger Fist Palace welcomes you, but isn't it a little too much to use too much strength?"
A deafening sound rang out in the air, directly suppressing the voices of the onlookers. Some of the weaker ones had painful expressions on their faces.
This strength!?
Muscular Man, who was just about to leave, suddenly changed his expression.
The voice was so loud that it even shook his inner strength.
How deep must one's inner force be to be able to do this?
"There's actually such an expert?"
Muscular Man quickly withdrew his aura and looked at the entrance vigilantly.
Hemp-rope Man and the bearded man both stopped what they were doing. Their eyes were filled with shock.
The voice actually possessed such a powerful aura?
How could he still have the heart to act? He hurriedly looked towards the source of the sound.
Lin Fann, who had his hands behind his back, walked over leisurely.
He swept his gaze across the crowd, then finally looked at Hemp-rope Man and Muscular Man: "It's so heavy, is there a need?"
"Who are you?"
Both of them looked vigilantly at Lin Fann.
Although they were unwilling to believe it, they had no choice but to believe that the sound that shook their bodies earlier was emitted by the person in front of them.
"I am from the Dragon Tiger Fist Hall. I will discuss this issue with you later."
As he walked towards Sun Lianghu, Lin Fann took out another piece of talisman paper that was wrapped in Qi Gathering Powder, "Old Sun, open your mouth."
Opening his mouth and swallowing Qi Gathering Powder, Sun Lianghu said guiltily: "Mr. Lin... I failed to live up to your expectations … "
"Don't say anything for now. I need to heal my injuries first."
Lin Fann smiled and said, "You did very well and did not disappoint my expectations, but I am a little curious. Old Sun, why don't you use the fist techniques I taught you?"
Feeling that the injuries in his body had recovered, Sun Lianghu took a deep breath: "Because, because I thought I could win."
"Mm. I should properly heal myself. I should be able to recover in around 20 minutes."
Pouting his lips, Lin Fann walked over to Zhang Haonan and gave him the Qi Gathering Powder and the Healing Talisman just like Zhang Haonan did.