"Bang, bang..."

The fried darling and the tailor also took action one after another.

Soon the three of them gathered together and responded to the gangsters of the Battle Axe Gang back to back.

Liu Qing stood by the window of a house on the second floor, looking down at the three people below. It could be seen that Kuli was the weakest and could barely be considered a second-rate expert, and the tailor was only limited to him.

As for the fried darling, a stick in his hand rolled up and down, quickly storing the gangster around him, and he looked at it with ease. It was obvious that he did not use all his strength.

At this time, the two axe gangsters turned around and took out several machine guns from a wooden box in the trunk of a car, jumped into the car, and pointed the muzzle at the surrounding Kuliqiang and others.

Fang'er: "Ah, they have guns..."

Liu Qing: "It's okay."

He raised his hand and slapped it in the air with a palm.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the car collapsed suddenly and all four tires exploded.

As for the gangster on the roof, it turned into meat pies.

The loud noise alarmed the gangsters on the outside. When they looked back, they saw that the boss's car suddenly flattened, and a huge palm mark appeared around them, and his face was filled with horror.

"Gangmaster..."

Someone shouted, and saw Brother Chen running outside frantically, so he turned around and ran away.

Soon, the coolie, the tailor and the fried dreadful guys drove away the gangsters. The three of them stood in the dust, their eyes full of momentum.

Tailor: "That...that car..."

Fryer: "Who made it?"

Cooli's strong voice trembled: "A peerless master?"

The three of them looked at each other and looked at each other in a glance.

A crackling sound came, and the landlady rushed down from the third floor in slippers, with a bad face and put her hands on her hips: "You three guys are so good at fighting. There are some work outside. Go and sell martial arts, stupid guys, and pretend that they are doing their grandson's nest here?"

The fried ghost's voice was bitter: "Land-in, what are our skills? I didn't expect there would be a real master hiding here."

The landlady was stunned and thought she had been exposed. She said uncomfortable: "What real master?"

Tailor: "Look at that car..."

Landlord: "What car?"

She turned her head and saw the deformed car at the door, the faint palm marks that had covered the car. She immediately took a breath of cold air and her eyes couldn't help but squint.

The landlord put his hands in his sleeves and walked to the landlord with a heavy face: "Is this a slap with his palm? It's impossible, it's too scary..."

They were also the best masters in the world, but they have never heard of anyone having such strong palm power.

"Hahaha, Wulang Bagua Stick, Iron Fist, Twelve Road Tan Legs, it's true that it's not disappointing. I just don't know how powerful the Tai Chi skill of the Condor Heroes is, and the master is lonely..."

At this time, a sound echoed in the community, and the sound was swaying, as if it was rotating around the community, and as if it was falling into the sky, as if it was directly heard in everyone's ears.

Everyone was frightened and looked around with their heads raised.

The landlord and the landlord's face changed drastically, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Landlord: "I don't know which master is, why don't you come out and see me? What's the point of shrinking your head?"

Her voice has a strong penetration and echoes around the community.
Chapter completed!