The Great Tang: God-level Bear Child

Cheng Yaojin was very surprised, but very helpless.

He knew that it would be impossible for him to confront the Eighth Prince head-on.

Let's not say that I can't fight the Eighth Prince, if I use too much force and injure the Eighth Prince, then the loss outweighs the gain.

The Eighth Prince is now the number one child prodigy in the Tang Dynasty, and he is also favored by Li Shimin.

All the ministers of the court did not dare to be presumptuous to Li Chengfeng.

Cheng Yaojin thought for a while, smiled, and said, "Eighth prince, don't say that the old minister bullies the small with the big, bullying you!"

"How about I make a bet with you?"

"Okay! What's the bet?"

Li Chengfeng rolled his big eyes, he really wanted to see what other tricks Cheng Yaojin could use.

Li Chengfeng, the big black dog, is sure, he won't let Cheng Yaojin take the big black dog back.

Cheng Yaojin said: "Eighth prince, this old minister is standing here, and I will receive three punches from you! If this old minister can receive three punches from you, then I will hand over the god dog of the Western Regions to this old minister. If this old minister cannot receive three punches from you , then the veteran will return to the palace voluntarily and accept the emperor's punishment, how about it?"

"Okay, then let's gamble, this is what you said, don't go back on your word!"

"It's natural. A gentleman's words are hard to follow. Although Cheng Yaojin is a rough man, I still pay attention to credit!"

Cheng Yaojin smiled.

Seeing Li Chengfeng fall into his trap, can Cheng Yaojin be unhappy?

Not to mention taking three punches from Li Chengfeng forcefully, even if it was receiving three punches from ordinary soldiers, Cheng Yaojin would be no problem.

I think back then, when Lao Tzu was galloping on the battlefield, he had already experienced big and small battles, and he had already trained a body of copper and iron.

If you can't even hold the fist of a six-year-old child, it will be a joke to tell the truth.

Although, the eighth prince cannot be treated with common sense.

But six years old is six years old after all, is it possible that he can punch a thousand catties of strength?

However, a sly smile appeared on Li Chengfeng's face.

He has the overlord's power purchased in the system, the power of a punch, and he can really punch a thousand catties.

"Hoo hoo..."

Li Chengfeng let out a sigh of relief against his little fist, looked at Cheng Yaojin, and said, "Lu Guogong, are you ready?"

"Of course, the old minister just stands here and doesn't move, just take the Eighth Prince's three punches!"

Cheng Yaojin looked at the guards on the side, and said: "Big guy, remember to give me the Eighth Prince to testify. Whoever loses must follow the bet, understand?"

"Yes, Duke Lu!"

All the guards spoke in unison.

There was a sly smile on Li Chengfeng's face, and he said, "Then I'm sorry!"

"Come on, Eighth Prince, old minister, never regret it!"

"it is good!"

Li Chengfeng clenched his fists, stepped forward quickly, and then punched Cheng Yaojin in the stomach.

"Touch!" sounded.

Cheng Yaojin's face suddenly became sallow.

This, is something wrong?

How can it hurt so much?

Cheng Yaojin only felt that his stomach was bumped by a cow, and his stomach suddenly turned upside down.

"cough……"

With a "plop", Cheng Yaojin clutched his stomach, and slowly fell to his knees on the ground, his face pale for a while.

Pain, it is too painful.

The strength of the Eighth Prince's punch just now must have been at least 300 catties, right?

This is already a power that can only be displayed by a super general.

After a while, Cheng Yaojin stood up from the ground.

His face finally recovered blood, and said: "Okay, Eighth Prince, the old minister has already received the first punch, so the next step is the second punch!"

"Okay, since you're looking for death, you can't blame me! I only used 30% of my strength for the first punch just now. Since you insist on being obsessed, then you can't blame me!"

"The power of the overlord, 100% of the power, fully activated!"

"Roar……"

Li Chengfeng ran away directly, furiously using 100% of the power of the overlord.

"boom!"

Li Chengfeng stepped down, and even stepped on the land in the courtyard of the Prince Zhen's mansion, creating a huge hole.

Cheng Yaojin stared?

Fuck, who can stand this?

However, Li Chengfeng's speed is extremely fast, and if he wants to dodge at this moment, it may be too late?

So Cheng Yaojin just used his hands to protect his abdomen.

"bump!"

A sound like thunder.

Cheng Yaojin's body weighed nearly 200 kilograms, but Li Chengfeng sent him flying with a single punch?

Fuck? At this moment, Cheng Yaojin's melancholy face was disheveled in the wind. Is this really the power that a six-year-old child possesses?

Even Qin Qiong can't do it, can he fly himself with one punch?

But the Eighth Prince did it.

His small body contained extremely powerful explosive power, and when he punched, Cheng Yaojin felt his arms go numb for a while, as if his hands were no longer his own.

Cheng Yaojin flew upside down in the air for more than ten meters before stopping, and then fell heavily on the ground.

It's so dangerous, if I hadn't used my hands to protect my abdomen, buffering most of the strength, I'm afraid I would have been punched by the Eighth Prince just now and vomited blood and died!

Cheng Yaojin wiped the sweat from his forehead, still feeling lingering.

However, the guards on the side were all stunned.

Because they really couldn't imagine why Li Chengfeng, with his small body, was able to knock Lu Guogong, who weighed 200 kilograms, away with one punch?

Isn't this scientific?

"Hey, Duke Lu, this is the second punch, and there is still the third punch, do you want to come again?"

"Ding, fear from Cheng Yaojin, naughty value +20!"

Cheng Yaojin started to panic.

Don't look at Li Chengfeng's smile, as if humans and animals are harmless, but Cheng Yaojin knows that Li Chengfeng will really kill him.

If he hadn't protected his abdomen just now, he might have fallen to the ground and vomited blood.

Cheng Yaojin was stupefied, and quickly apologized with a smile: "Not the eighth prince, the old minister lost, and the old minister is willing to admit defeat! Old minister, I won't catch your pet dog anymore, and the old minister has returned to his life!"

"Ugh……"

Cheng Yaojin sighed heavily, and then staggered back to the palace with the support of several guards.

Li Chengfeng looked at the back of Cheng Yaojin going away, and shook his head helplessly.

You already said don’t bet with me. I, Li Chengfeng, have never lost a bet. Aren’t you just asking for trouble?

...

In other words, Cheng Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojin returned to the palace and told Li Shimin what he had just experienced.

When Li Shimin heard this, Longyan was furious instantly, and shouted: "You trash, I told you to catch a dog, but you couldn't even catch it? What's the use of you?"

"The emperor calms down, the emperor calms down! It's not that the old minister can't catch it! It's that the eighth prince wants to protect that dog of the Western Regions?" Cheng Yaojin said aggrievedly.

Li Shimin said: "What is the relationship between the Eighth Prince and the God Dog of the Western Regions in the Imperial Dining Room?"

"This, it seems that the eighth prince has already taken the God Dog of the Western Regions as his pet dog! Moreover, the eighth prince also said that the dog's body can't cure hydrophobia at all. If hydrophobia breaks out, then we can only wait for it." died!"