Chapter 407

The five masters immediately looked at Jiang Wuchen again, and the small stones hit Tu Hongao violently between lightning and flint.

Tu Hongao was angered by the small stone. He was also a master level master. He fought all the universities in Haichuan. He didn't want Jiang Wuchen to treat him, but he only used a small stone.

This is an insult to him.

"Platoon palm!"

Tu Hongao roared. Clapping the Dragon palm is a magic power, but Tu Hongao is just a master's realm. The power of the magic power can't be brought into full play, but only a little.

Even a small part, in Tu Hongao's view, this is also the power of a supernatural power, which can not be resisted by ordinary people. It's just a small stone. You can row it into powder in one palm.

When the powerful magic power acts on the small stone, a strange scene appears. The small stone doesn't stop moving and passes through the magic power in an instant.

"Ah!"

Tu Hongao was shocked and stopped with both hands, but he couldn't stop it at all. The small stone slammed into his chest and turned into powder.

Poof.

Tu Hongao's body fell from the air and fell heavily to the ground with a bang. He only felt that his internal organs rolled over for a while. Where he was hit by a small stone, there was a mass of breath that was difficult to be strict. It instantly acted on his meridians and injured his meridians.

"Poof." Tu Hong Ao was spewing out another mouthful of blood.

Jiang Wuchen just pops up a stone while waving. This stone is half a move at most, which Tu Hongao can't resist.

Can't even stop half a move?

Tu Hongao got up from the ground, his Qi and blood churned in his body and his chest was dull. It was difficult to suppress it. He ejected a mouthful of blood foam again.

Thick eyebrow, donkey mouth and other young people were stupid. Tu Hongao, the invincible, was... Put down so easily.

"Martial arts are used to kill people. If I do, you'll be dead." Jiang Wuchen said indifferently.

"Cough." Tu Hongao's eyes were unwilling, "come again..."

"If you can bring out a little inner strength, I will lose." Jiang Wuchen carries his hands.

"Huh?"

Arrogance, not general arrogance.

Tu Hongao thought he was arrogant enough, but as soon as Jiang Wuchen spoke, he knew that there were others more arrogant than him. However, he did have arrogant capital. A stone seriously injured him.

Is it true that you can't even bring out a trace of internal strength?

Tu Hongao didn't believe it. His mind moved. In the Dantian, his internal strength was still sufficient. "He said I couldn't bring out my internal strength, but I wanted to hit you in the face." he said his mind came out of the Dantian.

However, at this moment, the damaged meridians suddenly produced extremely strong stinging pain.

"Er......" Tu Hong Ao roared and vomited blood.

"Don't try to change anything. In my eyes, you are just a maggot." Jiang Wuchen said faintly.

"Maggots? Cough." Tu Hongao's face was hot and felt slapped dozens of times.

"If you don't agree, I'm always waiting for your challenge." Jiang Wuchen said.

"I didn't lose the word in Tu Hongao's dictionary. I'll find you again." Tu Hongao wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked away from Jiang Wuchen's face and looked at the five masters, "none of you can run away."

"I'll do it if I'm cruel. If you come, I'll shit for you." the fat man said with a smile.

Tu Hongao turned around, rode on the slender Haley and turned around to leave.

Hundreds of heavy locomotives left, leaving a pungent smell of gasoline.

"Did we win?" Xiao Hong looked at Jiang Wuchen with soft eyes.

"It's not us that won, it's him." the fat man's obscene eyes became serious for the first time. The five people looked at each other, walked to Jiang Wuchen and bowed at the same time.

Jiangwuchen station fixed the position and accepted their worship.

"Thank you, master Jiang. If it weren't for master Jiang, I'm afraid today would be the death day of our five people."

Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "it seems a little hungry. Can you cook a bowl of stewed pork?"

"No problem!" the fat man slipped into the tin house.

"I think your hair is long. Would you like to try my craft?" the barber took out his small scissors.

"OK," Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

"My massage technique is first-class..." said Xiao Hong.

"Well, he probably doesn't love it." Amelia lives in Xiaohong. The two men turn to look at Matsushima Norika under the Wutong tree, like a chicken like chicken.

With such beautiful women around, how can Jiang Wuchen care about them?

At this moment, Jixiang Matsushima was still replaying Jiang Wuchen's actions in his mind. He shot and ejected at one go.

What kind of person is he? After eating a large plate of chicken, 20 kebabs, two roasted kidneys and a kilogram of Nang, I was hungry again in less than an hour

Is he really here to eat, or... To help these strange people?

Jiang Wuchen was invited to the barber's shop by the barber. Xiaohong and Ah Mei massaged him personally. The barber picked up scissors and neatly trimmed Jiang Wuchen's most handsome February 8th fashion in the last century.

This head looks retro, but in fact, it also adds modern fashion factors. A gradual shape is added on both sides of the temples. The hair style is used on Jiang Wuchen, which is more elegant and less murderous.

The barber took out imported hair wax.

Jiang Wuchen stopped, "no, I have to wash when I sleep."

In the lens, Jiang Wuchen sits on the shabby barber rotating chair. Behind him stands the barber. There are Xiaohong and Ah Mei on the left and right. The dim light marks the years at this moment, which looks very simple.

"You look like a person." Xiao Hong's eyes are red.

Ah Mui couldn't help crying.

Jiang Wuchen smiled indifferently, "don't say you're like a man."

"No, like our master."

"The brine is ready." the fat man stood at the door of the tin house and shouted, "where does Mr. Jiang want to eat?"

"Come to the hotel in Xinjiang." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

Lausanne, standing in the distance, had heard it and ran into the hotel madly, "Uncle re atti, Guli, master Jiang is coming again."

Hot attidon stood up, "I'll fry the chicken."

"No, no, this time he eats stewed pork."

"That kind of dirty thing can't be taken into our hotel!" geati's mother firmly opposed it.

"Ma, the times have changed and we remain the same, so we should not be eliminated," said re atti.

The old lady sighed, "I'll never smell the smell of pig water in my life! Go and make a note for Mr. Jiang. That's the most authentic food." then she walked towards the inner room and suddenly stopped at the door. "Do you still have noodles tomorrow?"

People's eyes looked at joati.

Joati smiled happily, "of course."

Jiang Wuchen came over and continued to sit in his old position. In front of him was a bowl of stewed pork, twenty mutton kebabs baked in Lausanne, six big kidneys and four big Nang cakes.

Hot atti came out with a pull strip, with attractive color and aroma.

The table was already full. The barber came and held a wine jar in his arms. The waxed paper poked it open, and the aroma of wine filled in an instant.