The foreigner who came with golden curly hair started attacking Zhang Jiayong without any discrimination. At least, ask what was going on here first?

"Hey, are you their leader? You can't ask me why I'm making trouble here first?" Zhang Jiayong said. He believed that the other party could understand it because he was a monk and could understand the meaning through spiritual perception.

However, the foreigner with golden curly hair turned a deaf ear to Zhang Jiayong and continued to attack Zhang Jiayong in a crazy way. Some public goods around him were destroyed by his arrogant fists.

Zhang Jiayong suspected that this guy was a boxing boxer before he became a monk. Zhang Jiayong had also watched some boxing matches on TV. Seeing that he was doing the punching method was particularly similar.

The fist of the golden curly foreigner seems domineering, but lacks agility. Every time Zhang Jiayong can dodge by speed. After dodging, his punch is equivalent to vain and exhausting his strength in vain.

After a few times, the foreigner with golden curly hair was also a little angry, thinking that Zhang Jiayong was as slippery as a loach and could not catch him every time.

"You have successfully angered me! No one has escaped from my Tailin's hands! I want to blow your head!" the foreigner with golden curly hair shouted.

"I don't care whether you are Tailin or Tyson, can't you figure out the situation first? These people insult me ​​first!" Zhang Jiayong responded coldly.

"You disrupted the order, it's your fault! Go and die!" After Tailin said that, he attacked Zhang Jiayong again and asked the staff to ask for support, as if he planned to find a few more helpers.

Zhang Jiayong really felt that it was enough. These people were simply incomprehensible. I heard Lu Dandan say that the situation in the West was very bad, and Zhang Jiayong didn't believe it very much. But now he began to believe it a little. He was just about to enter the pass, but he encountered such a bad thing. These people all seemed to have no brains.

Zhang Jiayong and the blonde curly foreigner who claimed to be Tailin kept calling from the entrance to the waiting hall.

Tailin grabbed the town seats with one hand and lifted them up. You should know that those town seats are fixed to the ground.

Tailin used the town seats as weapons, and the attack range and distance suddenly increased, and Zhang Jiayong almost failed to dodge several times.

Zhang Jiayong knew it was time for him to fight back, and it was not a big deal that he would always dodge so passively, otherwise Tailin would really feel that he was easy to bully.

Zhang Jiayong secretly activates the power of Kunpeng wings. After a period of research and consolidation of the mystery of wind, the mystery of wind has been simply in line with Kunpeng wings. Now, there is no need to deliberately unfold the Kunpeng wings to use the power of Kunpeng wings.

Although it is a matter of spreading the Kunpeng wings for a moment, even if it is less than a second, it is time. Sometimes, the difference between masters is just a moment, so it is equivalent to saving time to spread the Kunpeng wings for a moment.

The same is true for Zhang Jiayong. There were not so many fancy things, so he flashed to Tailin's back and punched him in the back.

Tailin was also a senior martial artist after all, and he didn't react slowly. The muscles behind him immediately tense up. Zhang Jiayong only felt that his fist seemed to hit the steel plate.

Tailin had nothing to do, but Zhang Jiayong's own fist hurt a little.

Zhang Jiayong was slightly surprised, but unexpectedly

Tailin's body is so powerful that although it is not as powerful as himself, it is also amazing.

It seems that it is impossible not to be serious. Zhang Jiayong thought so and showed his strength without reservation.

Zhang Jiayong's physical strength is definitely invincible among his class, and he has developed the potential of the human body to its limit.

The second time, Zhang Jiayong hit Tailin in the back. Tailin didn't care at first because after all, Zhang Jiayong's first attack did not hurt him.

But soon, Tailin found out that he was wrong, and the sound of bone cracks came from his body, and one of his shoulder blades was shattered directly!

Puff! A large mouthful of blood was spurted out from Tailin's mouth, and his eyes turned black. Although he had a strong ability to endure the pain, he could not deceive his body. His body could not bear it and almost fell down straight.

Tailin was shocked. He was indeed a boxing master, and his physical fitness was many times stronger than that of ordinary people. Especially after becoming a monk, he was even more of an invincible physical body, but at this moment he was defeated by someone!

Zhang Jiayong did not intend to give Tailin a chance to breathe, so he continued to follow up, trying to break another piece of Tailin's shoulder blade.

This time, Tailin didn't dare to expose his back to Zhang Jiayong again. He endured the severe pain and rushed a carp on the ground. He rolled to the distance and quickly got up behind and faced Zhang Jiayong head-on.

Fortunately, when you reach the level of a senior martial artist, it is not a big problem to restore broken bones. At their level, it has exceeded the scope that modern medicine can understand. You are not afraid of cold, heat, and never get sick. Some minor injuries can heal quickly and independently, and even rebirth with broken limbs.

Seeing that Tailin had avoided, Zhang Jiayong stopped pursuing him, so Tailin looked at Zhang Jiayong vigilantly while recovering from his shoulder blade injury.

A few minutes later, Tailin's scapula had almost recovered and he was about to attack Zhang Jiayong again because he received the news that two other companions were about to arrive.

"Is there still a fight? I can't sit down and have a good talk?" Zhang Jiayong was speechless. Tailin seemed to have planned to solve the problem with force from beginning to end.

"No need to talk about it. If you hurt my people, you will die!" Tailin roared and rushed over again.

Zhang Jiayong frowned slightly. This guy was really sick. Zhang Jiayong also became fierce. He directly punched Tailin at the rushing up. This punch condensed the strength of his body and collided with Tailin's two fists.

Two sounds of flesh and blood burst out, and Tailin's arms exploded into blood mist.

"Ah!" Tailin let out a tragic howl, looking at his empty arms in disbelief, and blood was still scattering at the broken mouth of his shoulders.

"I plan to reason with you, but you have to talk about fists to me. OK. I will destroy your fists first and then reason with you!" Zhang Jiayong also has a temper.

Sometimes, some conflicts really come inexplicably. Just like this time, Zhang Jiayong originally planned to endure it, but the staff who entered the customs still had to insult him after searching again. Then Zhang Jiayong cannot blame him for turning against them.

"You will die!" Tailin roared in pain.

"Tailin!" At this moment, two figures quickly came to Tailin. Zhang Jiayong knew that it was the two support he had called from Tailin.

Zhang Jiayong was shocked. He was actually a senior martial arts coach! It was not that Zhang Jiayong was scared, but it was just strange. How advanced?

Is Wu Shuai so worthless now? A small entrance can actually lead to three high-level Wu Shuai!

Or is it that the overall strength of Western practitioners is stronger than that of Eastern ones? This is worth pondering! See if you can find out, or go back and ask the old beggar for advice.

"Kill this bastard!" Tailin shouted to his companion.

"You hurt Tailin like this?" The eyes of the two senior martial artists who came to support instantly became cold. Zhang Jiayong felt that two cold lights were shooting on him.

Both of Tailin's arms were shattered. Although the senior martial arts coach had the functions of self-healing and regeneration, it would take at least half a year to recover with Tailin's condition.

Like Tailin, they both came from boxing. They met because of boxing and formed a deep friendship. When they saw Tailin being injured, they would never sit idly by.

"Do you also want to come up and do it? Don't you listen to why it turned out like this?" Zhang Jiayong asked.

Soon, Zhang Jiayong sighed. He knew that he had asked for nothing, because the two senior martial arts coaches who came to support had no intention of paying attention to Zhang Jiayong. They ignored Zhang Jiayong's words and rushed over directly, and double-teamed Zhang Jiayong on both sides.

"Damn it, can't you listen to human words? Do you have to be arrogant here?" Zhang Jiayong really felt a waste of time. He hated spending time on these things.

"Since you want to be arrogant, I will accompany you! Let's see who is more arrogant!" Zhang Jiayong first aimed at one of the thinner and high-level martial artists.

Although she is thin, that is also compared to another thing. If it is included among ordinary people, this "slim" little man is a giant!

It was probably just here, and before he could hear how Tailin lost, the thin and high-level martial arts coach actually raised his fist and hit Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Jiayong held back this time and used seven points of force, but he still broke the thin and small arms, and the broken bones pierced the epidermis, looking very scary.

"Garcia!" Another senior martial artist shouted, but unexpectedly he would lose if he met his companion.

"Jason, this guy is weird, don't get close to him!" The senior Wushuo named Garcia endured the severe pain and shouted to another senior Wushuo who had not been injured.

When Jason saw Garcia's arms were broken, he had already felt a desire to retreat. At this time, when he heard Garcia's reminder, he stepped back without hesitation and stayed more than ten meters away from Zhang Jiayong.

Jason quickly came to Garcia and supported him. Looking at Garcia's broken arms, his heart felt a little scared. It was so miserable that it continued to be a comminuted fracture and could not recover in less than two months.

"This man is also a senior martial arts coach, and his body is very strong. We have no advantage!" Garcia said.

"It seems that Tailin lost no complaint." Garcia glanced at Tailin, who had stopped bleeding but fainted, and added.

Jason helped Garcia to Tailin, letting Garcia and Tailin be with him, and preparing to go up and negotiate with Zhang Jiayong.
Chapter completed!