Who would have thought that such a battle would have a slap in the face?

The force of this slap was like tickling for Hurchi, but the meaning was very special.

Hulchi was a little stunned, but immediately, a terrible anger completely occupied his thoughts.

At this moment, there was only Fang Qian in his red eyes.

Looking at Fang Qian, who was already running out like a monkey at this time, he growled and gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I want to die!"

Fang Qian smiled slightly, not caring at all, and even had a hint of excitement on his face.

Because just after he finished the slap, his unformed sword intent had an extremely special change.

It seemed as if it was from a dead object, suddenly became vivid and had a hint of life.

He seemed to understand something vaguely.

The sword intent is a special product of his thoughts, and naturally his thoughts need to change.

He stretched out his hand and recalled the wooden sword inserted into the ground from afar. As the wooden sword flew back, the flame of hope had healed his injuries.

Before Hulchi took action, he launched the attack first.

This time the attack has only one feature, that is, fast!

Abandon the ultimate speed of strength and skills!

"If you want me to die, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

His tone was very relaxed, even with a bit of teasing. Before he could finish his words, his figure disappeared from the spot.

"Seeing that you are not young, you actually like to steal other people's things, let me teach you a lesson for your parents. I won't slap you in the face this time, you'll slap your butt. By the way, your face is really hard!"

The sound scattered in the wind made Hulchi's brain filled with anger slightly awake, but before he could react, he felt a slight pain in his butt.

The sword of a wooden sword was slapped hard on his butt in front of tens of thousands of people.

Hulchi's face was like fire, and he waved a punch with his backhand, and the body of the fist was accompanied by a harsh sound of breaking through the air, but it hit the air.

Because the wooden sword was about to stop at once, his speed was still a little less.

The next moment, Fang Qian's voice came from the wind again.

"I still want to resist? It seems that just a little bit of a lesson is not enough. I'll do it twenty more."

"One, two, three...twenty!"

Every time Fang Qian recited a number, he hit him at an astonishing speed. He read it very quickly and also beat it very quickly, but the last ten breaths was over.

Huerchi tried his best to stop him, but it was useless at all. Although that force could not even cut his skin for him, the shame he brought to him was immeasurable.

Especially at this moment, in front of everyone in their tribe, he felt that his mind had been hit by a huge critical hit, and his brain was in a daze and almost lost the ability to think. He might have only one thing he wanted to do now, that is, explosion on the spot.

Fang Qian stood in the distance and stopped. He didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being beaten to death by the angry man in front of him.

The big guy breathed, and suddenly felt relaxed in body and mind.

There is a saying that happiness is always based on the pain of others. I like to see you grit your teeth but I feel helpless.

The Tianyu Secretariat of the Temple was full of displeasure. In his eyes, Fang Qian was born in Zhishouguan. Although he was just an ordinary disciple, he also embarrassed them in Xiling.

General Shu Cheng of Tang Guo looked strange at this time. The rumored sword craze seemed a little different from what he imagined. He didn't know why the Master personally accepted him as his apprentice.

Ning Que was so happy that he felt that Fang Qian's plan to attack the heart was really wonderful.

The Tmall girl stood beside Mo Shanshan with her round eyes wide open and said, "Master Shan, does Senior Brother Fang actually have such a hobby?"

Mo Shanshan's face turned slightly red, and after a while, he spoke, "This should be a tactic."

Fang Qian felt that his intentions were getting more and more comfortable, and the sword intentions were forming faster and faster, so he decided to add another fire.

He looked at Hulchi up and down, and finally set his eyes on his thick hair on his face, and he immediately had an idea in his mind.

"Brother, I think you're very angry."

Huerchi was about to explode on the spot, how could he not be angry? But he ignored Fang Qian, just stared at him cautiously, guarded his whole body, and did not even dare to attack easily.

Fang Qian smiled and said, "I am your future Shanyu. As a welfare, I decided to let you see the means of Tony's side."

No one else knew what the hell Tony was, so Ning Que could know what it meant.

He looked at Hulchi with an inexplicable look on his face, couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Brother Fang is still cruel, he can't compare."

The next moment, Fang Qian turned into a strong wind and started to move. When he showed this amazing speed again, countless people were still amazed.

Hurchi defended well, but unfortunately the gap in speed cannot be smoothed out by strictly guarding the dead.

Brush! Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The warrior was indeed very hard, and the sword fell on his head was like an iron block.

When Fang Qian stopped again, Huerchi suddenly felt a cool face.

Looking at the black hair floating around, he couldn't help but touch his head. The amazing touch immediately made him scream in anger.

"I want you to die, I want you to die! The men on the grassland will never be willing to suffer this humiliation!"

He resolutely activated a secret technique on the grassland, and suddenly the blood and blood in his body exploded from his heart.

Although he will leave great damage after the secret technique is over, and even cause the blood and energy to wither, he has already possessed the power and speed far beyond the previous one.

He only had one blow, so he used the strongest martial arts left over from the grassland for thousands of years without hesitation.

He half-turned his body, put his fists around his waist, and the next moment he rushed directly towards Fang Qian.

The surging and powerful fist scattered the white clouds in the sky. Before the fist arrived, it plowed a deep gully on the ground.

Even if there is only one blow, it is definitely enough to rank among the top people in the world.

With Fang Qian's current strength, he can't take it. Once he is hit, he has no chance of recovery, and he will definitely be beaten to death on the spot.

The head of the Tianyu Secretariat couldn't help but stand up. If Fang Qian was just a Tianma, he might have been scolded a few words later, but if Fang Qian died here, it would have become a shocking event.

But the punch was too fast and too strong, and he could only watch if he had time to stand up.

The expression on the high priest's old face changed. He could bear the consequences of robbing the horse, but if Fang Qian died, their grassland would definitely face a terrible disaster.

This is something he can't accept anyway.
Chapter completed!