Chapter: 572
An Sen cursed angrily, and punched Zhao Feng vigorously with his right fist. This time, neither He Feng nor Leng Yue stopped him.
Zhao Feng was not afraid of a heavy punch, he also clenched his right fist and went forward, ready to fight the man in front of him.
This scene made He Feng and Leng Yue sneer.
In their team, Ansen is the most powerful besides the captain. It is really ignorant that this young boy who has just entered the Ming Dynasty dares to fight Ansen.
In the eyes of several people, two fists touched together.
"boom!"
A muffled sound came out, and Zhao Feng took five steps back, while Ansen only took half a step back!
Seeing the winner in one blow, Zhao Feng's eyes were full of surprise and tangled pain.
In the past, when he was purely in the underground forces, he had almost no opponents in the southern district, but after entering the martial artist, he felt better and better after leveling up.
This may be a state where the more you learn, the less you feel you know.
"I've said it all, hurry up and follow us obediently, or I'll beat you up violently!" Anson gestured with his fist outstretched.
His rough voice made Mengmeng's little expression shrink slightly.
"Papa, he's so scary..." Mengmeng squeezed into Zhang Han's arms, a little scared, and said in a low voice.
"Don't be afraid, they're just ugly." Zhang Han hugged Mengmeng with his left hand, stroked Mengmeng's little head with his palm, and said with a chuckle, then turned to look at the three of Ansen. At this time, Zhang Han's The brow has been slightly wrinkled.
In his right hand was a small rag doll the size of a palm, and there was a small red flower on the doll's chest. Zhang Han used his strength to hold the six-petal red flower with his middle finger and index finger, and picked it up.
At this time, He Feng heard Zhang Han say that they were ugly, and he was not happy. He looked at Zhang Han and said in a very aggressive tone: "Who do you say is ugly? You can say that Ansen is fine, and I will say the same. Go in? I see your eyes are..."
"Noisy."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Han said something coldly. The next moment, the spiritual power in his body gathered on the little red flower between his fingers, and he flicked his wrist lightly.
Immediately, the little red flower floated past like a shooting star, seemingly slow but actually very fast.
At this moment, the expressions of the three of Anson changed.
Their eyes could clearly see that the little red flower was getting closer and closer to them, but their bodies couldn't keep up with the reaction speed.
In their eyes, the little red flower is getting closer and closer.
At this time, they can even hear their own heartbeat and breathing.
Even before they even blinked their eyes, the little red flower floated in front of their eyes.
Ansen was the first to bear the brunt. The little red flower of the cloth seemed to be transformed into a sharp sword. Under Ansen's eyes staring like a cow, the little red flower passed his arm, and he only felt the place where he passed was cool. The little red flower exudes a cold breath like a weapon.
Immediately afterwards, the trend of the little red flower continued unabated, and quickly crossed the cortex of Leng Yue's neck and He Feng's right cheek.
"boom!"
A very slight sound came from the back, and the three of them turned their heads in a daze, only to see the little red flower piercing through the glass of the door and flying two meters away. After exhaustion, it turned back into a normal cloth red flower Flowers, slowly falling to the ground.
"ah?"
Anson stared at the bull's-eye, with an expression of not knowing what was going on, he quickly glanced at his arm, and found that his clothes seemed to have been cut by a knife, and there was a very shallow wound on the skin inside.