Super System in Chutang

Chapter 209 Fighting

The biological clock is completely upside down...

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When Father Luo saw these strong men working in unison, when he was a little surprised, what surged out was the fiercer fighting spirit that he had been building up for a long time!

After all, he is a battlefield general, a descendant of the Luo family who once produced fierce men like Luo Shixin. He has no scheming, he only knows how to fight with punches!

Father Luo's momentum was soaring to the sky, and his fighting spirit was as high as the sky. Dozens of strong men who were also warriors, under the induction of Qi machine, stared straight at him with a pair of eyes full of sparkle.

Feeling the powerful aura of the old man, these strong men were frightened in their hearts and their whole body muscles were stiff, but they were stunned for a moment, and before they had time to think, they set up their formation just like they had practiced in the past.

After the formation was set up, everyone suddenly remembered that the old man in front of them was a distinguished guest invited by their master. Immediately, the fear in their eyes disappeared, and their stiff and tense muscles also relaxed.

Father Luo, however, ignored the large men who were forming a formation. He looked straight at the leading one-armed man with his wide eyes, shining and bright.

He took a few steps with his big feet and arrived in front of the one-armed Zhao Laowu.

"It's rare to see such a good man! This old bone hasn't been touched for a long time, and now it's itchy!"

His voice was loud and full of energy, nothing like the "old bones" he said himself! Just looking at his vigorous movements, his body as strong as an ox, and his kung fu, he must be extraordinary.

Zhao Laowu also had itchy palms for a long time. When he saw Li Xingzhi come back this time, he made up his mind to find an errand that would stretch his body - even if it was to 'watch the show' like other brothers.

In the Li Mansion, it is quite leisurely. For people like Aunt Wu, they are like a fairy, but for those who practice martial arts and kill, it is no different from a prison.

The only thing that can make Zhao Laowu move is to teach the boys under him a lesson, and he can't let go. Even so, as the people under him become more and more slippery, opportunities are hard to find.

Zhao Laowu looked at the old man who was full of evil spirits and aura, and said in his heart: Okay!

The subordinate was not slow, and made a gesture of invitation with a wave of movement, "In this case, it is better to obey orders than to be respectful!"

The strong men nearby heard the competition between the two and knew that it was exciting to watch. They secretly shouted in their hearts. They all said: It would be even better if they could defeat the majesty of this 'one-armed king of hell'.

These people have been tortured terribly by Zhao Laowu, who has nowhere to vent his energy. Until now, no one dares to look directly at Zhao Laowu, the 'King of Hell' who doesn't know how powerful he is.

They secretly looked at the one-armed man in the field from the corner of their eyes, then tilted their heads and looked at Father Luo. They saw that Father Luo was very imposing, but he was still a size smaller than Zhao Laowu, with a long hair and a long hair.

Bai Bai immediately shook his head in disappointment, obviously not giving up any hope.

I heard that someone was competing with Zhao Laowu, and the servants of the Li Mansion who only saw Zhao Laowu bullying others every day also looked around the martial arts field, and more and more people gathered together.

Different from those strong men, they all regard Zhao Laowu as one of their own, and they all hope that he will pick the old man opposite who "overestimates his abilities".

"I wonder if the old gentleman has any handy weapons?" Zhao Laowu asked.

Father Luo didn't say anything, walked past where Zhao Laowu had stepped aside, and walked directly to the opposite row, next to the weapons and equipment standing on the shelf.

He looked around for a moment, and his eyes fell on a spear in the middle. He took a step forward, grabbed it, and put the spear in his hand.

This gun is as tall as a man. It is made entirely of fine iron and weighs dozens of kilograms. The gun body is silvery, densely covered with cloud patterns, and its luster flows. The tip of the gun is so cold that if you take one look at it, you will feel as if you are about to be pierced. generally.

Father Luo held the spear firmly in his hand. His arm shook, and the gun body shook. A few silver flowers bloomed out of thin air, turning into cold stars that shone brightly.

"Nice gun!"

Father Luo also didn't expect that the long gun he took out from the weapons shelf would be a rare weapon!

"You're going to pick one up, just in time for a good beating." He said to Zhao Laowu.

Zhao Laowu shook his head, stretched out his hand and said, "What I like most are these palms."

Father Luo looked at the hand stretched out by Zhao Laowu, and found that the hand was not tight. The arm was much thicker than the others, and even the palm was several minutes larger. Even the palm was covered with a thin layer of calluses. .

Father Luo frowned. As the saying goes, 'one inch long, one inch strong', if he is allowed to use his long spear to bully others with bare hands, it will not be justified in any case, but if he is asked to give up the big gun in his hand, it will be difficult for him - - Eighty percent of his kung fu is on the gun. If he abandons the gun and doesn't use it, what's the point of competing? Just give up. He's not arrogant enough to think that he can defeat the one-armed man with only 20 percent of his kung fu. To the point of defeat.

"Old sir, there is no need to be embarrassed. For me, this hand is the best weapon in the world!" Zhao Laowu saw Father Luo frowning and felt convinced.

"In that case, I took advantage of it."

Father Luo was quite happy. Seeing what Zhao Lao Wu said, he no longer cared about anything else. He put one hand behind his back and raised the gun levelly with the other hand, without shaking or swaying. He calmly took a good posture and waited for Zhao Lao Wu to attack.

The strong men looked at the cold spear in Father Luo's hand, and for some reason, they gained some confidence. They all thought in their hearts that it would be great if they could destroy the majesty of this torturous 'one-armed king of hell'!

Looking at Father Luo's appearance, Zhao Laowu knew that he was determined not to attack first. He immediately let out a sigh, and as soon as he raised his breath, a warm current rose up in his waist. The strength of his whole body flowed, and he seemed to have infinite energy. He took one step forward, and then It was three feet tall. He swung his clothes, shook his waist, and used his thick arms to transfer force. His muscular arms straightened instantly, and he raised his palm like a knife and swung sideways towards the body of the gun.

As the palm was struck, bursts of explosions rang out in the air, and the bunt collapsed in an instant, and half of the sleeve knot was directly shattered into pieces and powder, flying down in the air.

At the same time, a wave of air surged from the field, shaking the evergreen leaves and making the dead branches and trunks creak.

When the servants saw this scene, they were suddenly startled. Could it be that there was thunder in the sky?

"Well done!"

A loud shout.

The spear in Father Luo's hand seemed to be an outstretched arm. When his shoulder moved, dots of silver light shook out from the edge of the spear. He avoided Zhao Laowu's slap and thrust forward, like a white dragon emerging from the abyss, heading straight towards Zhao Laowu stabbed his chest.

Zhao Laowu didn't seem to see the ferocious white dragon. He calmed down and stepped on the Beidou direction. He retracted his right hand and grabbed it again, like a yellow scarf and brocade belt, binding the dragon's head!

The long dragon coiled and loomed, seeing that the situation was not good, it immediately sank to the bottom of the abyss, ready to go.

Zhao Laowu, however, gained the upper hand and showed no mercy, attacking fiercely and making continuous explosions.

Seeing the ferocity of the attack, Father Luo did not dare to fight head-on, let alone let Zhao Laowu get closer. He kept pointing out his spear, circling around the giant palm, waiting for the opportunity to come out, and the poisonous dragon would come out of his body.

Take the atrium!

By this time, the figures in front of the servants were blurred for a while, and the cold light pierced people's bones. Their eyes were wet with tears, their bones ached, and they immediately dared not look again.

On the other side, the dozen or so big men could no longer care about who won or lost. Their eyes were all red and round, and tears were rolling down. They didn't know it, but there was only the shadow of palms and the light of guns in their eyes.

Bursts of explosions continued, and strange winds swept across the front courtyard, causing the bluestone in the courtyard to break through! (To be continued.