"In this Jiangnan area, in this Qiantang City, on my territory, do you still want to send me in? A boy who is ignorant of the sky and the earth knows what he is talking about!?"

Luo Changtian looked at him and said, "Don't say I won't give you a chance. Now, if you have any background, you can move out. If not, then go to prison honestly."

"Background? My fists are my background!"

Fang Wuzheng smiled grimly and rushed towards Luo Changtian.

If you should say it, Fang Wuzheng has no lie in martial arts, but he has real materials.

However, even if he is very skilled, he is just a martial artist after all. He has nothing to do with ancient martial artists, and he is even less likely to be Luo Changtian's opponent.

When he had just approached and his fist was still dozens of centimeters away from Luo Changtian, he suddenly flew backwards.

Bang!

Fang Wuzheng hit the wall behind him firmly.

But the key is that after Fang Wuzheng's back was pressed against the wall, it did not fall down for a while, as if it was stuck on it, motionless.

At this moment, the surrounding Lu Han Kingdom, Wan Runze, and the Fang Family Martial Arts Hall and others followed each other, said a sentence in their minds.

Beating someone is like hanging paintings!

Especially the people from the Fang family martial arts school were shocked to see this scene beyond recognition.

Before this, they always thought that beating people is like hanging paintings, which are actually compiled by people who practice martial arts in the past.

But now...

Such a scene appeared before them alive!

The key point is that they didn't see clearly how Luo Changtian took action.

Only a sound was heard, and then the museum owner who took the initiative flew out and hung it on the wall!

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes!

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Chapter completed!