Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

Asding was good at boxing. When he was in Latin America, he used to be the most famous Latin American boxing champion at the time and learned a lot of real skills from him.

Regardless of his age, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has been fighting for a long time.

Countless people have been beaten to death in his hands.

Even if I have a gun in my hand, there is no advantage compared to the extreme speed. The solution will not change at all.

With such pride, he thought that Xu Fan would be knocked to the ground soon, just like other opponents he had come into contact with.

But it never occurred to him that he would swing dozens of punches one after another without touching a single hair on the opponent.

And the other person's eyes even looked at him with a hint of mockery and disdain.

Asding was so angry that he was about to speed up the offensive, but the other side of his body suddenly kicked out in an almost impossible position.

"You have played enough! Should I change?"

This foot was so sudden that Asding was almost unprepared, it was actually worn firmly on her belly.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his stomach, the painful Asding grinned, and sat back on the sofa.

"How about Aspen order you?"

Antonio, who had always been sitting on the sofa watching Asding and Xu Fan fighting, also stood up suddenly.

Compared to Asiding, he has played against Huaxia masters and has some knowledge of China's martial arts world.

But in memory, Huaxia's master does not seem to be a young master like Xu Fan.

And judging from the situation he had just seen, Xu Fan used a method he didn't understand.

In the past when he played against Huaxia masters, he didn't find anyone who had used similar moves.

Sitting on the sofa with Asiding, Antonio looked at Xu Fan with a grim face.

"Your Excellency is Shui's disciple? Is it the Southern Sect Master Tianzuo, or the Northern Sect Abbot Mulin, or is it an inborn disciple of that famous master in your Chinese arena?"

With a mouth, Xu Fan heard it out. This person still knows China's martial arts world very well. The two southern and northern schools in his mouth are actually representatives of the Chinese martial arts world today.

Even Xu Fan has only heard about it, but has never seen it.

But although I haven't seen it before, Xu Fan knows the strength of these people. Even the two popular figures Tianzuo and Master Mullin are far from reaching the realm of heaven, so in front of him, it is nothing at all. .

In China, everything that can be seen on the surface is just the tip of the iceberg.

For example, Tianzuo sent to the south and Mulin sent to the north are actually just the results that some people want the public to see. In the real martial arts world of China, there are many who are stronger than them.

For this kind of culture, it is difficult for people of another race to understand.

So in their hearts, those who can be named are the real representatives.

At this time, Xu Fan defeated Asidian with one move. Obviously, his strength must be good. In China, it must have something to do with several masters.

Xu Fan is not interested in Antonio's chaotic thinking and logic. Before he took action, he was actually only successful. If the strength of the heavenly ranks is fully deployed, the opponent may have become his subordinate souls before they have figured out what is going on.

They mainly came to participate in the competition this time, and Xu Fan didn't bother to play the killer without any grudges. The road conditions and the opponents were still ordinary people. There was no sense of honor to defeat them, and Xu Fan didn't bother to play the killer.

"I don't know anyone from God, I just listen to the name. I guess it's something that has nothing to do with garlic! I only care about who brought you here. If you say it obediently, I can let you go!"

"You... are not ashamed!"

When Antonio heard this, fire burst out of his nostrils.

Although he is the bodyguard of others, they also have their own dignity. Moreover, Antonio and Asdine are somewhat different. Asdine is a method of visiting masters and practicing, but he is naturally gifted. The skill and combat ability that he has realized, therefore, in his heart, there has always been a kind of arrogance that looks down on other people.

And his methods are also very competitive. For so many years, he has not advocated a defeat in many countries. Even China, who is called Superman, has stayed for a few years.

There were many people who drew a tie with him, but none really defeated him overwhelmingly.

So he was so arrogant in his heart that no one was allowed to defile him at all.

"Okay! Do you want to know who is behind the scenes? It's very simple, I will tell you everything if you beat me!"

Xu Fan frowned inadvertently between his eyebrows.

He shook his head secretly. Although the talking Antonio seemed to be better than the previous Aspen, he was still at the level of a mortal, and he was really not interested in dealing with such an opponent Xu Fan.

Hearing Antonio's words, Xu Fan, who was originally standing, turned out to be on the sofa again.

His behavior annoyed Antonio very much.

"Boy! Are you cowardly? If so, you will obediently bow your head and admit defeat. If you can do it, I will naturally let you make a living!

"

Xu Fan picked up the wine glass again, shook it and found some wine in the glass again, and said one by one:

"How do you know that I am afraid to fight you? Tell me who gave you the courage to think so?"

"you……"

Antonio’s company is like a red persimmon. He saw Xu Fan sitting down before. He thought Xu Fan had seen his strength and was passively avoiding the fight. But when he heard the other party’s words, Antonio suddenly woke up. It turned out that the other party looked down on him. , Disdain to fight him.

At this moment, Antonio, who was already very self-esteem, seemed to be greatly humiliated. He raised his hand and rushed at Xu Fan viciously.

Xu Fan still shook the wine glass in his hand, and when Antonio started to make a move, he said quietly without caring:

"You are slightly stronger than that idiot, so you are also qualified to know what strength I have as your opponent!"

As soon as the voice fell, Xu Fan poured out the red wine in the glass again, but this time it was not at the ground, but at Antonio who was rushing over.

The red wine that flew out in an instant formed dozens of hundreds of small droplets in the air, rushing towards Antonio at a speed faster than the speed of Aspen's fist.

Although Antonio was furious on the offensive, his combat literacy was indeed much better than that of Aspen. When he found the red wine poured over, he instinctively felt the danger.

In a hurry, he folded his hands near the front door, and a white mist that was visible to the naked eye instantly formed on his hands.

"Ping pong pong pong pong..."