The super son-in-law of the female president

The power of a spiritual weapon short knife not only emptied all the energy in his body, but also caused the wound left many days ago to burst open again.

Even with the miraculous medical skill of nine needles and thirteen returns, without energy, it is just an empty formula, unable to exert the effect of self-healing.

The hundred or so people that Zhang Tiankuang called over were all ordinary people, and it is estimated that none of them were practitioners.

These individuals are undoubtedly the existence of cannon fodder.

Their function is probably just to wear down Ah Biao's physical strength a little bit.

It also gave Zhang Tiankuang a slight chance of winning in the last final battle.

Oh, it's so pitiful and pathetic.

He was betrayed by his boss, and he didn't even know it.

Thinking of this, Qin Fan took a deep breath, and felt that he was trying to use his body's self-healing skills with his eyes closed.

A Biao stood in front of the car with a blank expression on his face, and at his feet, at some point, several young men were already lying down.

Judging from the appearance, A Biao definitely didn't kill the killer, but probably just made them faint.

"Come on, are they all a bunch of trash!"

"It's just a Shabi who likes to wear Tang suits, do you want me to do it first!"

Zhang Tiankuang stood at the front and shouted at the top of his voice.

The voice was so loud that anyone a kilometer away could hear it.

Under the advocacy of a big boss like Zhang Tiankuang, a few young people who wanted to perform well and stand out from others.

He shouted at the top of his voice, "We are not afraid!"

"Brother Tian is our father and mother. If we are afraid of even a defenseless person, what face do we have to follow Brother Tian!"

"Yes! Now is the time for us to perform!"

"Come on, brothers!"

After shouting at the top of their voices, seven or eight young men rushed out of the crowd, holding machetes, big iron bars, nunchakus, small iron balls, and a fat man holding a shot put.

The little fat man shouted, "Don't move! Just let me come alone!"

"Look at my super invincible iron ball!"

After finishing speaking, the little fat man held a big iron ball weighing about ten kilograms, and Thomas made a 360-degree spin on the spot.

As soon as he let go, the big iron ball flew into the sky in an instant, and flew towards the direction where A Biao was standing.

With an iron ball at this speed, not to mention whether A Biao can catch it, he can easily dodge it even if he turns slightly sideways.

But Ah Biao squinted his eyes, and after judging the real movement rules of the big iron ball, he took a few steps back slightly.

Standing next to the car where Qin Fan was lying.

Then decisively, easily reach out to the sky.

next second.

Snapped!
The iron ball fell into the palm and caught it firmly, even A Biao's body didn't tremble.

The little fat man was stunned, his eyes were wide open with an expression of disbelief.

"How, how is it possible!"

"I didn't expect that in this world, someone could catch the shot put he threw, and it was in such an easy way."

The companions around the little fat man didn't think so.

With contemptuous eyes, he pushed the little fat man away.

"Fatty, I think you are puffy, you are probably made of foam!"

"Let everyone see how good I am!"

The one who spoke was a thin man, not too tall, but his appearance was quite unconventional.

I saw him holding the nunchaku with his left and right hands at the same time, dancing quickly.

With a loud roar, he ran towards the direction where A Biao was standing.

A Biao shook his head, it seemed that going on like this would only waste time needlessly.

"My master may have to wait in a hurry. Excuse me, everyone, the game is over!"

As soon as the words fell, a powerful sense of consciousness turned into a huge and invisible pressure, and the little skinny man who rushed over was the first to bear the brunt.

His eyes went dark, and he collapsed to the ground immediately, looking unconscious, even the nunchaku in his hand flew to the ground.

Before a hundred or so people could react, they were suddenly overwhelmed by this extremely powerful pressure of spiritual consciousness.

Those with strong consciousness and those with low consciousness fainted in sequence, but the error was determined not to exceed two seconds.

In a blink of an eye, it is a piece!
A hundred or so people were all stunned by the powerful aura cast by A Biao.

It was a spectacle, an absolute spectacle.

At this time, A Biao is as pure as God.

Even Qin Fan, who was resting in the car, stared straight at him.

"Amazing my mark!"

"The pressure of my spiritual consciousness, even if I cast all of it, can barely stun five or sixty people. That's the limit. I didn't expect Ah Biao to be so strong!"

From Ah Biao's unhurried eyes, Qin Fan could clearly feel that A Biao only exerted part of his strength, and estimated that he didn't even spend half of his strength.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Tiankuang had no choice but to be afraid, instead he showed a secretly delighted expression.

It seems that some of his goals have been achieved.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, as expected of A Biao, you know it's extraordinary as soon as you make a move."

Zhang Tiankuang laughed and clapped his hands, looking very proud.

I don't know what he's planning.

A Biao seems to be very clear, quite calm.

"I know what you're planning, and you know it in your heart, but it doesn't mean that you can kill Mr. Qin in front of me."

When Zhang Tiankuang heard this, he frowned slightly, and snorted coldly: "Scared, it seems that Zhang Tiankuang was frightened."

"If my guess is correct, your cultivation is only at the peak of the tenth level of the mirror."

"It's a little worse than my Dzogchen realm. Now it takes one-third of the energy to deal with these little people. What qualifications do you have to fight with me?"

A Biao sighed, shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhang is really forgetful. Although I wasted some energy, it's better than being unable to move one arm temporarily."

"Besides, the actual combat power between you and me should be almost the same. You are a smart person, but I, A Biao, am not a fool."

Hehe, Qin Fan, who was recuperating in the car, heard the conversation between the two of them.

At this time, I really want to say something.

These two guys don't seem to be very smart. There is nothing to compare them.

For a while, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Zhang Tiankuang bears the humiliation of wanting to avenge his son, just because of this alone, there is no room for him to back down.

But A Biao was expressionless. His task was very simple, which was to ensure Qin Fan's safety and ensure that Qin Fan could see Xu Wenxin alive.

Two people of the same strength are facing each other, and whoever moves first means the beginning of an endless battle.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky above suddenly changed their appearance.

A few seconds later, a masked face appeared unexpectedly.