The super son-in-law of the female president

Saying that, Zhang Yaoxing swaggered over to Brother Zhou and Lao Qi, and carefully looked at Qin Fan in the distance.

This Qin Fan did have a clear shoe print on his right ankle, and the bruise was already showing, it looked like he was seriously injured.

"Since this kid can't move anymore, why don't you leave it to my nephew and let me beat him to death!"

Seeing what Zhang Yaoxing said, Lao Qi almost fainted out of breath.

"A skinny camel is bigger than an ant. Haven't you heard of this proverb?"

"Qin Fan's cultivation is higher than mine and your Uncle Zhou's. If he hadn't been careless with one enemy and two, he might be the one to die!"

Zhang Yaoxing was just about to sharpen his fists, but when he heard Lao Qi's reprimand, he was like an eggplant beaten by frost, pickled.

He muttered in his mouth: "The proverb doesn't seem to say that. It should be that a lean camel is bigger than a horse."

Brother Zhou pushed Zhang Yaoxing away, "Yaoxing, listen to your Uncle Qi, compared with Qin Fan, you are indeed like a camel and an ant, the gap is sky and ground."

"Um, this is what I said..."

Zhang Yaoxing was so frightened by Brother Zhou and Lao Qi's words that he could only obediently hide in the corner again.

Qin Fan stared coldly, snorted coldly, and dismissed it.

"It's as if you've got the chance to win."

"It seems that I haven't made a move yet!"

I really admire the three of them. I obviously haven't done anything yet, and I haven't said anything yet.

The three of them just sat there for a long time.

Qin Fan smiled coldly, that Lao Qi's shovel just now did a lot of damage to him.

It is impossible to achieve high burst and high movement even in a short period of time.

But they just stood here and used defense as offense, and they couldn't kill themselves for a while.

As long as you always pay attention not to injure your ankle again, within a few minutes, with the unique self-healing therapy of nine needles and thirteen returns, the injury can be restored to its original state.

After hearing Qin Fan's words, Lao Qi laughed.

"Haha, extremely rampant, extremely ridiculous!"

"Do you think my kick like someone's is soft?"

"I kicked myself, can I not know my own strength?"

"If you have the ability, you just take two steps, take two steps and see! The energy here is as fast as the tongue!"

This old Qi was obviously aggressive, Qin Fan crossed his arms and looked at the two of them indifferently.

"Are you naive or do you think I'm stupid?"

"Do I look like an idiot from the looks of me?"

"Come on, use your unique skills and see if you can kill me in seconds. I'm looking forward to it."

When Lao Qi heard this, he jumped up in anger and cursed angrily: "Young man, don't be so arrogant."

Said, Lao Qi kicked up the chair next to him.

The chair quickly smashed towards Qin Fanfei.

When Qin Fan saw the chair flying towards him, he didn't panic at all, instead he stretched out his hand and swung it casually.

He easily blocked the chair.

Then a 360-degree rotation in the air, the chair fell steadily.

Qin Fan sat on the chair with a big ass.

"Not bad, thank you Old Dog Qi for the small aluminum alloy chair, Old Tie 666!"

This scene irritated Lao Qi and almost ran away.

He glanced at Brother Zhou beside him, and the two of them looked at each other with a tacit understanding and smiled.

"Create a trick!"

"Create a trick!"

The two spit out almost at the same time.

A confident look.

This made Qin Fan feel a little overwhelmed, and his hair was on edge.

Why don't you have any tricks?

Just having a book of Qiankun Anode Body Refining Secret Technique can only play the role of cultivation level, and also has the effect of strengthening the body.

The others are useless at all.

Brother Zhou frowned, with an unusually serious expression, Nan Nan said: "Qin Fan Xiaoer, I'll let you see and see, my Zhou Xiaoya's strongest supernatural power."

"What? Zhou Xiaoya? Why don't you call yourself a puppy? How did your parents give you the name back then!"

Hearing the name, Qin Fan almost laughed out loud.

This week, brother Zhou's is tall and thick, and his name is quite cute!
If it's a girl, that's all.

When Brother Zhou heard Qin Fan's words, he became angry from embarrassment, and roared: "Fuck your mother, I'm called Zhou Xiaoya!"

"Eat my palm!"

"Thunderbolt Flame Palm!"

This Zhou brother is also a violent temper, he directly resorted to his trump card, his ultimate move.

Thunderbolt Flame Palm, as the name suggests, has the word "Thunderbolt", which is fast and fast, and no one can catch it with a palm.

Flame is a representative of burning, describing its existence as powerful as a flame.

This palm is a fusion of his lifelong knowledge, the palm technique he has been practicing since he was a child, once he uses it, he will either die or be injured!

This palm has not yet come to Qin Fan.

Qin Fan vaguely felt a strong pressure.

This kind of spiritual pressure actually had a vague burning feeling.

It was as if the air had become hesitant.

If, as the name suggests, this palm is extremely powerful.

Qin Fan also frowned.

This kind of move is much more formidable than his former enemy Zhong Ningcai's Tonggu Shenquan.

Qin Fan didn't dare to relax, so after Brother Zhou made his ultimate move.

He thought for a while.

After holding back for a while, I finally decided to give myself a famous name for punching.

"Roast Duck Fist!"

"With one punch in hand, I have roast duck!"

As soon as Qin Fan blurted out these words, Zhou Ge, who was originally serious, obviously lost his mind.

Qin Fan seized this gap and mobilized all his strength into his right fist.

One punch!
One punch is enough!
Sooner or later, the Roast Duck Fist and Thunderbolt Flame Palm collided with each other.

The Thunderbolt Flame Palm was indeed the Thunderbolt Flame Palm, and at the moment of collision, there was even a trace of sparks.

The flame of sparks and slag was actually a bit hot.

The gap in strength cannot be made up by a single trick.

Brother Zhou's cultivation was at the mid-level of the sixth level of Ning Jing, while Qin Fan was actually at the peak of the seventh level of Ning Jing.

If he hadn't been in a hurry to teach Zhang Yaoxing, a bastard, Qin Fan would definitely be able to upgrade to the eighth level of Ning Jing after waiting for two more days.

At that time, don't say what kind of small characters like Brother Zhou and Lao Qi are called, even if there are two more such small characters, Qin Fan will not pay attention to them.

The scalding flames forced Qin Fan to take back his punches.

Just as Qin Fan expected, this man surnamed Zhou was completely incapable of swallowing his 'Roast Duck Punch'.

The whole person was beaten by Qin Fan, and he took several steps back, staggering and almost falling.

Seeing this, Lao Qi hurried forward and supported Brother Zhou, barely making him stand still.

"Brother Zhou, how are you doing!"

Brother Zhou waved his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay, it's okay!"

"It's just a little underestimated the strength of this kid!"