A Henglian Master
"Not going to say anything …"
Little Zuo looked at Ning Qi with a faint smile. Ever since Ning Qi had condensed the Primordial Immortal Emperor Dharma Form, he was no longer two meters tall. Instead, he was around 1.7 meters to 1.8 meters tall. At most, he was tall and straight, but not strong. Hence, in Little Zuo's eyes, Ning Qi's Qi and blood were not strong.
No matter how strong a 17 or 18-year-old guy was, how strong could he be?
Zhang Shan had asked him to investigate Ning Qi's background first, but Little Zuo had scoffed at this. He was getting old, and so was his heart. Even when his daughter was slapped, he had to be so careful.
Hence, Little Zuo did not intend to do as he said. He wanted to be more direct!
"Classmate, you were the one who slapped Miss Zhang at the Arctic Mountain Group, right? I'm here to collect a debt on her behalf. Are you … ready? "
Little Zuo looked at Ning Qi, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Did Zhang Shan send you?"
Ning Qi smiled faintly.
"You slapped his daughter, so he naturally has to stand up for her. Since you don't want to tell me who your master is, then I'll do it directly. Let's see what sect of martial arts you practice."
Little Zuo laughed and reached out to grab Ning Qi.
In the eyes of outsiders, these two were like old friends who had not seen each other for many years. They suddenly met, exchanged a few words, and were about to leave with a hug.
"Huh? Not defending? "
Little Zuo's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. At this time, his palm was already on Ning Qi's shoulder. This was a very important position. As long as he moved it slightly, he could break Ning Qi's main artery or directly break his neck. No one would let their shoulder fall into the enemy's hands.
Deliberately mystifying!
Little Zuo sneered. Zhang Shan had asked him to cripple one of Ning Qi's legs and two of his fingers, but now he had changed his mind. He moved his palm slightly.
Slap!
Little Zuo used 70% of his strength in the short distance of a few inches. This palm was enough to kill a tiger on the spot. However, when his palm landed on the left side of Ning Qi's neck, it was as if he had hit a very hard … iron wall!
Why did he feel this way?
A hint of panic flashed in Little Zuo's eyes. Ning Qi was looking at him with a faint smile. This smile looked very strange at this moment.
"Are you planning to kill me?"
Ning Qi smiled.
"You are a Henglian expert?"
Xiao Zuo quickly retreated and looked at Ning Qi vigilantly.
"A Henglian expert? Sort of. "
Ning Qi smiled and nodded.
"I don't believe that his body can be that hard. As long as we get rid of the breath in his heart, we can beat him to death!"
A fierce look flashed through Little Left's eyes. With a sliding step, his speed in a short distance surpassed that of the junior leopard. He appeared in front of Ning Qi in an instant. In just one second, he punched 23 times. Every punch hit Ning Qi's vital parts.
"Eh? Is that guy crazy? "
A few passersby passed by nearby. When they saw what Little Zuo was doing, they immediately stopped in their tracks and watched curiously. The scene they saw was this: A rather good-looking young man was using all sorts of strange movements to massage the young man in front of him. Sometimes he was in front of him, sometimes he was behind him. He looked like a comical clown.
The 23 punches ended.
Little Zuo retreated and put a distance of 30 feet between him and Ning Qi. Then, he gently exhaled. He had used all his strength in these 23 punches. The power was extraordinary. If there were 23 Covert Strength experts standing in front of him, they would have all fallen to the ground with just one punch!
Even if he was a Transforming Strength expert, he was a little tired at this moment.
"What's going on?"
Little Zuo looked at Ning Qi absentmindedly. He had always been full of confidence, but at this moment, he felt a trace of fear spreading in his heart. Ning Qi had taken a total of 23 punches from him, but nothing happened? Wasn't this kind of Henglian Kung Fu too terrifying? Even if Ning Qi was an iron plate, he would have been punched through at this moment.
"Is that all you have?"
Ning Qi smiled and walked toward Little Zuo. Little Zuo looked serious and hesitated for a second. Then, he turned around and jumped into the black car. Soon, the car drove away.
…
"That was close. Has that guy's Henglian Kung Fu reached the peak of Transforming Strength?"
Cold sweat dripped down Little Zuo's forehead. He reached for his waist.
"Master Zuo, you …"
The driver had just seen this scene. He hesitated for a moment. He was Zhang Shan's man. Now that Little Zuo had not done a good job, he naturally had to ask.
"Shut up!"
Little Zuo shouted coldly. At this moment, he felt that something was wrong. Where was his knife?
Little Zuo turned around and cold sweat immediately broke out on his body.
Ning Qi played with a knife and smiled at Little Zuo. "You want to escape after acting cool? How can it be so simple? "
"You, how did you …"
Little Zuo's muscles instantly froze. He subconsciously punched Ning Qi's head. Ning Qi gently waved his hand and pushed his fist away. Then, he grabbed Little Zuo's arm.
"You hit me so many times. I'll only return it once. Remember to go back and tell Zhang Shan that this is just interest …"
Ning Qi smiled and then swung his arm. Little Zuo's body directly smashed through the car's door and smashed into a truck that was driving on the street. Then, he was rolled under the truck. The truck driver was so scared that he immediately stepped on the brakes.
"What's going on?"
The driver arranged by Zhang Shan was shocked and immediately braked. When he turned around, Little Zuo and Ning Qi were no longer in the back seat.
"Hey! Are you okay? "
The truck driver was scared and bent down to look under the truck. When he saw that Little Zuo was not crushed by the wheels, he was relieved.
"Help me call … 120 …"
Little Zuo turned his head with difficulty and said.
…
Arctic Mountain Private Hospital.
Zhang Shan stood in front of the bed and looked at Little Zuo, who was covered in plaster. He was speechless for a long time.
"Interest again … Is he very strong?"
Zhang Shan said slowly.
"Very, very strong …"
Little Zuo thought of Ning Qi's mysterious means and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
"Don't deal with him for now. Find out his background first."
Zhang Shan said faintly.
Little Zuo already regretted not listening to Zhang Shan's words and finding out Ning Qi's background first. When he was swung by Ning Qi, all the joints in his body were dislocated. Basically, all the bones in his body had cracks. Even if he was a Peak Strength martial artist, he would need a long time to recuperate.
"Boss, when my injuries are healed, I'll go back and ask the elders in my sect to come forward."
Little Zuo said in a hoarse voice.
"Okay."
Zhang Shan smiled. He was waiting for this sentence. Now, this matter was no longer his personal matter. Little Zuo was beaten up like this, so the sect behind him naturally had to come forward.
Zhang Shan was a little curious. Whose son was he? Was he here to ask for interest? Would he kill him with his own hands next time?
"As long as you dare to come, I'll wait for you! Henglian Master? Hehe, can you block a sniper rifle? "
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