Invincible Protagonist Terminator System.

Chapter 125 I really don't want to fight black fists, lark fruit
Seven or eight people surrounded Lin Yong, each of them seemed to want to show Lin Yong some color.

They thought that Lin Yong would be afraid.

Who would have thought that Lin Yong still looked calm.

Brother Feng smiled, "That's right, Boss Lin still has some guts."

Lin Yong said word by word, "I've said it before, I just want to drink, I don't want to fight black fists..."

The mustache spoke, "Brother Feng, teach this kid a lesson, and this kid will be honest. The strength of a thousand catties is great, but it's one-on-one. There are so many of us, he will definitely be beaten."

Brother Feng nodded, "Hands lightly, turn around, he's going to play for our people."

After hearing Brother Feng's words, the others rushed up and wanted to beat Lin Yong.

The ignorant are fearless, these are the people who are talking about.

Facing a natural master, what use are these ordinary people.

Lin Yong punched and kicked, and within a minute, he brought these people down.

This is because Lin Yong's subordinates are showing mercy, Lin Yong doesn't want to cause trouble, especially this channel for drinking, Lin Yong doesn't want to stop.

These people, each of them got hit, fell to the ground and started yelling "Ouch, Ouch".

Lin Yong looked at Brother Feng, "I told you, I don't want to do black boxing."

Brother Feng saw that Lin Yong had such outstanding force, and now he was the only one standing among his men, but he was not afraid at all, and his face was full of excitement.

"If you fight this fight, I will give you all the drinks for free. If you win 50, you will lose [-]." Brother Feng said.

Lin Yong felt a little helpless, don't these people understand human words?
Lin Yong thought for a while, and walked out the door. Today, he has completely torn his face. It seems that there is no way to enter the wine.

Just when Lin Yong walked past Brother Feng, he suddenly felt a creepy sense of danger.

I saw Brother Feng took out a pistol and pointed it at Lin Yong's head, "I said, you have to fight today, if you don't fight, I will crush you now."

Lin Yong was a little angry inside.

This brother Feng is really overbearing and unreasonable.

To use this method to force him.

Lin Yong hates others for forcing him to do things, it has been like this since he was a child.

It seems that if you don't show some real skills today, there is no way to do well.

Brother Feng felt a blur in front of his eyes, and suddenly lost Lin Yong's figure. When Lin Yong reappeared, he had already held his hand holding the pistol.

Brother Feng felt a strong force coming from the pistol, and then he couldn't hold the pistol, so he had to drop it.

Lin Yong took the pistol, rubbed it in his hand, and rolled it into a lump of iron, and threw it on the ground, "I said, I don't punch black."

Brother Feng stepped back two steps, his face was full of horror, and he didn't speak.

Lin Yong stepped forward and grabbed Brother Feng's neck, "Remember, don't mess with me, don't make trouble for me, or I will make it very difficult for you. I just don't want to kill anyone."

Brother Feng blushed, and nodded with difficulty.

At this moment, the warehouse door opened.

An old man in his fifties wearing a robe appeared at the door, followed by two people.

What surprised Lin Yong was that this old man was also a master in the innate realm. Although he only had three cyclones, he was still very good compared to ordinary people.

The old man looked at Lin Yong, "As expected of a congenital warrior, these little fish and shrimp under my hands are not your opponents."

Lin Yong glanced at the old man, a man with three cyclones, but he still didn't put him in his eyes.

The old man continued, "I'm the third master, Boss Lin, let's get to know each other."

Lin Yong nodded, ready to leave.

The third master spoke, "Do you want Boss Lin's wine?"

Lin Yong stopped, a little surprised, "I beat your people, and you are still going to sell me wine?"

The third master said, "If Boss Lin is willing to replace our people on the stage, it's easy to talk about the wine."

Lin Yong's face darkened, after all, he still wanted to fight black fists, "I don't fight black punches."

The third master smiled, "Is Boss Lin afraid? The player who played today is a congenital master from Southwest. I heard that there are four cyclones in his body."

Lin Yong also smiled, "I don't care about the masters of the four cyclones. I just don't want to be looked at by others for acting like a monkey. I don't want to use black boxing."

The third master was surprised.

His strength is not very high, and he can't tell the depth of Lin Yong.

Originally, he thought that there were only four cyclones in Lin Yong's body, but he didn't expect that, when Lin Yong said this, it seemed that there were at least five cyclones in Lin Yong's body.

The third master was excited, "That person said that there is no one in my Northwest Wulin, and they provoked me from the Northwest. Doesn't Boss Lin have the slightest idea of ​​letting the Northwest people stand out?"

"We have already been shot through seven people by them. If ten people are shot through, we in the Northwest will be completely ashamed."

Lin Yong smiled, "They are too loud, but the Northwest Wulin is not mine. Naturally, someone will take care of them."

Brother Feng got up with a grunt, "Third Master, how is it possible, that person doesn't seem to be an innate master."

The third master said, "They agreed, three people can be played for ten games. The person who looks like a follower is a natural master. We didn't notice that person at first, and I was wrong. I guess that person There is a treasure that hides the breath."

"Our person is not the opponent of the big man, so I sent out the innate master. As a result, the follower played three games in a row and won all. In the seventh game, he defeated the master with three cyclones. Now, they are resting, wait Going to play the eighth game."

Brother Feng walked up to Lin Yong with a hippie smile, "They played seven games, 50 each, which means they have accumulated 350 million bonuses in their hands. As long as you beat them, you can get 400 million."

Lin Yong smiled, "Third Master, do you think I, a master of four or five cyclones, would put 400 million in my eyes?"

The Third Master gritted his teeth and said, "Take a look at something like this. If you are willing to show up, this thing, as well as a bonus of 400 million yuan, are all yours. This time, the wine is free. In the future, you will get a [-]% discount on wine. .”

As the third master said, he took out something from his arms.

Lin Yong's pupils suddenly shrank, it turned out to be Bailingguo.

Bailing fruit is indeed very rare.

It can make people's body more flexible, especially for warriors. If the body is flexible, it will be more effective in practicing martial arts in the future.

It is a good thing to improve the physique.

The outside price is at least 3000 million, but no one will sell the lark fruit after getting it, and they will eat it by themselves.

Lin Yong himself does not need lark fruit.But the lark fruit also has the most important function, that is, for zombies, it can make the zombie's body as soft as a human being.

It is a good thing to improve the physical attributes of zombies.

The little zombie Mingli complained several times, saying that his legs and feet were not as soft as Xiao Luoluo.

Lin Yong really wanted to get this lark fruit for the little zombie.

Lin Yong reached out and grabbed the Bailing Fruit and put it into the storage space, "Take me there..."

Third Master is happy, Brother Feng is happy.

(End of this chapter)