People with common medical knowledge know that some parts of the human body are very fragile, with only eighteen long muscles around the neck, and they cannot cover and protect the throat.

If you hit it directly, breaking a person's throat and endangering your life, it only takes more than 60 kilograms of strength. Even a healthy child of twelve years old can do it. The only difference is whether it can hit the nail on the head.

Now, when Shao Lianzhu was so painful that she could not even maintain the protection of her true qi, she was hit by Fang Yunhan's straight punch with more than 400 kilograms in the neck.

This punch shattered the throat, bones, and muscles.

Fang Yunhan was stunned when his head flew up and blood gushed out.

At this moment, another fat figure rushed into the back door of the ruined temple.

The man was wrapped in a headscarf and his robe was slightly crookedly hung around his body. It had a left-sided lapel, with a high nose and deep eyes. After a closer look, it was quite different from those in the Central Plains. He looked at it at least 200 pounds in figure, but his step was silent, and he looked like a cat.

At this time, because Fang Yunhan faced Shao Lianzhu with his back facing away from the ruined temple, the fat man saw Shao Lianzhu's head flying up as soon as he entered the door. He was shocked, but then he realized that the opportunity should not be missed, and took advantage of the young man's dazed to attack.

The fat man was wide and his ten fingers were short and fat like a carrot. However, after his internal strength, his finger joints seemed to surge one inch, and his fat flesh stretched out, as tight as cowhide, and a dark red color appeared on the palm.

He pushed both hands together and stood in the back of Fang Yunhan.

Fang Yunhan cried out in pain and rushed out, and flew over Zhao Dapeng's head and fell heavily on the tilted large incense burner.

"Brother!" Zhao Dapeng exclaimed, but his hands and feet were sore and he couldn't stand up. He had to glar at the fat man and curse, "What kind of hero is you, a fat man, who is a sneak attack behind your back?"

"Heroic hero? Heroic heroes die early, so Buddha wants to live a long life." The fat man bent his fingers and pinched his palms, and he was also a little surprised.

The Tantric Maharaja Seal he practiced was skilled in the Kung Fu Sand Palm, and the palms contained a lot of poison. But just now, he pushed his palms together and seemed to be unable to inject the toxin into the other party's body.

It doesn't matter. Even if the toxins have no effect, the palm power of the Tantric Maharaja Seal is slapped firmly, and the young man will definitely die.

The fat man's thoughts were lit up and he smiled at Zhao Dapeng and said, "You look like a hero, so you die first."

"Who are you talking to?"

A low and dumb voice came. The fat man looked up in surprise and saw Fang Yunhan holding the fallen incense burner with one hand, turning around to stand, clenching his fists with both hands, lifting his arms to expand to both sides, and squeezing his back muscles in the middle, grinning in pain.

The severe pain was almost as good as when he was sick, but the pain caused by being beaten was completely different from the torture of the disease.

"It hurts so much. This is martial arts, this is fighting!" Fang Yunhan stared at the fat man and suddenly grinned, "This is really a hundred times more exciting than any extreme exercise I loved in my previous life~"

He gritted his teeth in pain, and the words behind him were very low, and no one heard it clearly. The fat man saw him stand up and was shocked. His first reaction was to take action to capture Zhao Dapeng.

Even Zhao Dapeng was shocked by this man's shamelessness. Judging from the skill of his attack just now, he was at least a top-notch master in the world, and he didn't even have any face!

First, he sneaked into an unknown boy who seemed to be less than in his prime, but now he wants to use Zhao Dapeng to threaten the other party.

‘I’m dead, don’t be caught by this man.’ Zhao Dapeng suddenly lay back.

He was weak in all limbs, but when he lay down, his speed was still very fast. He had a little distance from the fat man, and Fang Yunhan's fist had arrived.

Bang!

When the fist and palm docked, Fatty and Fang Yunhan each took a step back.

Both of them felt a sense of sorrow on their arms, but Fang Yunhan withdrew this time and had not yet stood firm. He had already stepped hard under his feet and punched again.

The fat man had not yet established his foothold and could not dodge him, so he had to raise his hand and block it again.

Bang!

The fat man took a step back, and the young man took only a small step back and rushed up again.

Bang!

Another punch, the dust at Fang Yunhan's feet stirred up, and the fat man's heel had broken the door panel of the back door. After taking a few steps, he looked at the boy's sure to win, and finally had a little hidden arrogance in his heart.

"I don't believe that the Tantric Maharaja handprints I have worked hard for forty years will not be able to kill you!"

"Okay, come!" Fang Yunhan laughed and rubbed his body up.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The strong wind swayed and dust rose everywhere. The two of them stood on their own, not dodging or avoiding, not playing fancy things, just relying on their internal strength, fists and palms, and fighting one after another.

The fat man became more and more frightened as he fought. He held on his shoulders hard, and his palms seemed even bigger because of the collision.

The more Fang Yunhan thrust, the more he felt, the more he felt more happy. His consistent magical skills were unconsciously transformed into a majestic magical skill. The rhythm of the fist became faster and faster. The flying dust rolled silently behind him, like a roaring wave.

Finally, after fighting for thirty times, the fat man's hands were so numb that he almost lost the consciousness below his wrist. Looking at the blood-red fist that the other party had waved as usual, he couldn't help but feel like he wanted to change his moves.

As soon as he had this idea, the fat man suddenly felt cold.

A pair of hot eyes covered him.

For a moment, the fat man felt inexplicably understand the young man's eyes.

‘You are scared.’

‘Then you are dead.’ “Then you are dead!!”

The imaginary sound and the realistic sound overlapped in the fat man's ears, and Fang Yunhan roared and waved his fist.

The blood-red fist hit the fat man's palms, and the center line was straight, hitting the cardia with one punch, and the force penetrated through the body. The fat man's back clothes exploded with a round hole. His heart stopped, his eyes were instantly congested, his mouth opened, and his throat sounded.

The fat man slipped to the ground little by little, dying with his eyes open. The shadow fell on the ground, and under the rising sun, the young man's fiery eyes were revealed.

Fang Yunhan grinned, suddenly his face pale and covered his chest and his body arched.

He was hit by Shao Lianzhu's palm and was attacked by the fat man again. He relied on the internal force in his body to fight to death. The fat man's internal force was almost exhausted, and even the power to instinctively protect the pain of the internal organs was used up.

At this time, several wounds and diseases were hurting together, making Fang Yunhan feel that he was being torn to his flesh by a blade, so he had to stay motionless and wait for his internal force to recover a little.

Suddenly, a shadow that was taller than the fat man just now was cast on Fang Yunhan's face.

Zhao Dapeng saw a man in black holding his hands, stomping the threshold of the ruined temple, and standing in front of Fang Yunhan.

This man didn't say a word, and he didn't make a move, but the entire temple seemed to suddenly become colder.

His pale palms pulled out of his sleeves as if they were corpses.

Fang Yunhan is still in severe pain and is difficult to think.

Zhao Dapeng's eyes were cracked and he opened his mouth to cry.

"You dare!!"

With an old shout, the dust on the beams was shaken down by three or three taels. This sound was like thunder and like an illusion of dragon roar.

Fang Yunhan's body was pushed away by a wrinkled palm, and the beard was angry. His thin and old body instantly looked like a Vajra God, with one palm facing the pale hand of the man in black.

The cold air swept away, and was suppressed by even more violent forces, leaving a frost mark on the ground.

The man in black seemed to suddenly lit up.

He saw that twenty steps behind Fengma Niu, half of the head of the old man in the yellow robe had fallen into his chest, his eyes were shocked, and he had already died for two breaths, but now he fell down.
Chapter completed!