Then a stainless steel pipe that had been stepped on by Zhang Yunliu long ago was shot towards Brother Heifeng who was flexing his muscles with a whoosh.

The gangsters let out a burst of exclamations. Some wanted to step forward to help, while others showed hesitation and hesitated. But Brother Heifeng suddenly yelled, "Stand back, everyone!"

Before he finished speaking, Brother Heifeng suddenly raised his arms, and the light golden aura instantly covered the surface of his palms, and sharp energy swept around as Brother Heifeng took action.

"Little tricks!" Brother Heifeng roared loudly, with his hands straight like knives, he punched forward fiercely.

"Bang." The steel pipe that was shot suddenly was cut by the fist wind, split into two pieces, and then fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

Zhang Yunliu was slightly startled when he saw this. The Black Wind Brother in front of him was much stronger than he thought. His kick just now could be regarded as an unexpected sneak attack.

Moreover, he had carefully considered this sneak attack and deliberately avoided the opponent's fatal parts.

If the opponent dodges to avoid the steel rod, there will inevitably be a flaw in the defense, and then you can take action.

If the opponent chooses to resist forcefully, they will also be in a state of confusion for a short period of time, and you can also choose the opportunity to act.

Unexpectedly, Brother Heifeng directly chose to confront Zhang Yunliu head-on, and used his superpowers extremely fiercely to break Zhang Yunliu's attack, leaving him without a single flaw.

"Well, you still have one last chance to make a choice! Kneel down and apologize to my girlfriend, and I will let you go." Brother Heifeng was not afraid of Zhang Yunliu's attack and even expressed ridicule.

Zhang Yunliu showed his choice with practical actions. Since he had the cultivation tool provided by the spiritual liquid merchant, he has gained a lot of confidence.

He slammed the ground, swept forward, used the fighting skills he learned from the military attache, turned around with a side kick, and blasted towards the opponent's temple.

Brother Heifeng's pupils shrank and his face looked solemn. He saw that the opponent was a practicing practitioner and not a soft persimmon. Then he straightened his hands like knives, suddenly flexed and stretched his fingers, and punched Zhang Yunliu's whip leg.

"Bang." With a loud sound, both Zhang Yunliu and Brother Heifeng were shaken and stepped back.

It's just that Zhang Yunliu only pushed back four or five steps, while Brother Heifeng took six or seven steps back. The difference in strength between the two sides is evident.

Zhang Yunliu felt as if a metal object had been kicked into his calf, and his skin stung. When he lowered his head, he saw that the trouser leg had been ripped open, and there was redness and swelling on the surface of his skin.

Brother Heifeng didn't feel well either. He had never been afraid of head-on confrontation, but after fighting Zhang Yunliu, he felt a sharp pain in his palms, which were slightly red and swollen.

"This guy should not be underestimated!" Zhang Yunliu and Brother Heifeng looked at each other and thought in their hearts.

Although Zhang Yunliu is not yet a second-level practitioner and does not have the ability to sense other people's spiritual energy fluctuations, he has vaguely guessed that the opponent's strength should be similar to his own through the previous confrontation.

Both parties are at the mid-level of the first stage, but the other party's foundation is worse than his own, which may be due to the influence of drinking and sex over the years.
Chapter completed!