Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Xiao Rujun stood beside the car, looking at Jin Zerun's tiger-like figure.

There was a faint and calm smile on his lips, which was a calmness and indifference in facing life and death.

He gently stroked a grass ring on his waist. Although it was not worn on his fingertips, it seemed to be the most important thing in the world for this man.

Could the two elders of the Qian family under his command stop Jin Zerun, who was comparable to a great master and could fight against the innate? Xiao Rujun knew the result very well, and he was afraid that he could not...

But, so what?

If I stay here for one more second, Ning'er will have one more breath of time.

Xiao Rujun's smile seemed to be even stronger.

The air was forcibly torn apart, and the legs did not fall. A burst of energy was like a knife, and it slashed down.

The two elders of the Qian family suddenly changed their faces, and they were solemn, and they retreated instantly.

They knew very well that it was the most unwise choice to fight Jin Zerun head-on. At the same time, they also knew that Xiao Rujun's purpose was not to fight this man, but to delay time.

The two of them had no confidence in defeating Jin Zerun, but delaying time, with their brothers' cooperation and martial arts cultivation over the years, was not a concern.

When his feet landed on the ground, Jin Zerun's expression was cold, and his eyes were like the eyes of an eagle and wolf, with a gleam of light.

The ground under his feet seemed to be split by a big knife, and a crack appeared, spreading for a full meter.

Jin Zerun's expression was cold, and without leaving any time to breathe, his body burst out, like a tiger and a dragon, and his body turned into a residual image in the air.

The martial arts of Nan Gao are different from those of Huaxia. They believe in the supremacy of strength. They do not cultivate internal strength, but their bodies are comparable to steel and iron bones, indestructible. Their cultivation method is more inclined to the physical cultivation of Huaxia, but both the speed and the degree of ruthlessness are far beyond ordinary masters. I am afraid that only blood monks can compare with them.

Jin Zerun's speed exploded, and the two elders of the Qian family immediately changed their expressions, and shouted like thunder, resounding between heaven and earth.

The two men's fists were like the wind, and they blasted out several fist marks, each of which could penetrate seven inches of steel. The aura was condensed to a terrifying degree, which was absolutely incomparable to ordinary masters.

In addition, the two were brothers, and they had a tacit understanding, which made them more difficult to deal with than ordinary masters.

Jin Zerun approached, his body passed through the afterimage in the air, and kicked the fist mark that blocked him. The fist mark landed on his leg, making a banging sound, as if two cars collided, and the roar was even louder than thunder.

The aftermath was like a blade, and the ground was cut into countless deep cracks. Then, in the shocked eyes of the two elders of the Qian family, a leg was like a steel whip, unstoppable, tearing the fist mark and the aura, and rushed straight towards the two of them.

"Be careful!" One of them shot out, retreating in a panic.

He naturally knew that he should be calm and at ease at this moment, but this kick was too fast, three times faster than the speed of Jin Zerun's previous move, approaching the speed of sound.

Before the sound reached the ears of the two, Jin Zerun's leg had already fallen, leaving only the Qian brothers a chance to block it.

Crack!

In an instant, the Qian brothers were directly ripped apart by this leg, their arm bones were broken, and they flew backwards with large mouthfuls of blood.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xiao Rujun's car was also knocked back seven meters, and the front of the car was in a mess, completely destroyed.

This scene made the driver in the car get out in a panic, and the military people watching from a distance were even more stunned.

"How... is this possible?"

"The two masters lost just like that? Could it be that this strong man from the Zheng family has already entered the innate state?"

"This time, Xiao Rujun is probably dead."

No one had ever thought that the result would fall so quickly. How long has it been? In less than thirty seconds, the winner has been decided. The gap... is too big.

The two Qian brothers who came out of the car wreckage were pale as paper, with large patches of blood on their chests. They looked at the strong man from Nangao in horror.

The two men's arms were hanging down. They knew that these arms were probably completely broken.

"Third Master, go!" One of them shouted with a look of fearlessness on his face.

They could not imagine that this strong man from Nangao was so terrifying.

Delay?

The two were full of bitterness. In front of a real strong man, even delaying was so difficult? Or was it that the gap between Chinese martial arts and overseas strong men had reached such a level?

The two Qian brothers, who were used to being called "senior" and "old Qian", suddenly realized it.

The strength they were proud of was actually worthless in the eyes of some people.

Jin Zerun was not in a hurry to take action, and his purpose of coming here was not to kill people.

"Xiao Rujun, if you tell me An Ning's whereabouts, you can avoid death." Jin Zerun's Chinese is very fluent, no less than an authentic Chinese.

Xiao Rujun smiled indifferently, he looked at Jin Zerun, "If I knew her whereabouts, why would I be here?"

He smiledNaturally, he held the grass ring on his waist in his hand.

"Ning'er, it seems that this ring can't be given to you!"

He sighed in his heart, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he took a step forward.

"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven, and what I, Xiao Rujun, owe, will be repaid sooner or later!"

Xiao Rujun's voice was sonorous and his laughter was chic, "Jin Zerun, right? I, a Chinese man, can only die standing, and there is no reason to live on my knees."

The voice lingered in the world, making the military people in the distance clench their fists.

"Xiao Rujun of the Xiao family, alas!" The school officer shook his head with regret. The old man of the Xiao family was seriously ill, and now he lost another Xiao Rujun. Now China is really in a precarious situation.

It's a pity that the order he received was only to keep an eye on Jin Zerun, and never to allow him to participate in the disputes in the martial arts world. Military orders are like mountains. Although he was reluctant, he had no choice.

Jin Zerun looked at Xiao Rujun quietly for more than ten seconds, then nodded and said, "I've always heard that Xiao Rujun of the Xiao family is a villain who abandoned his wife and daughter. Today, I see that his reputation is not as good as his reality."

"In this case, I respect you. I will find An Ning's whereabouts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body was about to move. The ground under his feet rumbled and his feet sank several inches.

At this moment, a voice sounded leisurely not far away.

"The strong man from Nan Gao, you have come to my China from thousands of miles away. Don't you want to eat a bun before leaving?"

The words made Jin Zerun frown slightly.

His ears moved slightly, and he turned around suddenly. Before his eyes fell on the person who was speaking, his fist blasted out.

A white and steaming bun was hit by his fist. In an instant, the bun burst instantly, and the meat filling was all over the sky. A lot of it splashed on the body of the strong man from Nan Gao, making his face a little gloomy.

Xiao Rujun turned his head and looked at that place, slightly stunned. Then, his expression was a little complicated, and he sighed slowly.

The military people who had been watching Jin Zerun around discovered that at some point, a car as dark as night was parked on the dirt road at the factory entrance, and two figures stood there leisurely.

A man and a woman, the woman's face was cold and beautiful, and she was beyond description.

The man had a calm expression, one hand in his pocket, and his slender body was reflected in the early sun. In his hand, he happened to hold a bun that was almost finished. In front of everyone's eyes, he took the last bite, and there was no greasiness on the corner of his mouth.

"What a good bun, what a pity!"