Wang Han smashed his elbow down and the two people's knees collided.

A muffled sound was heard, and it was obvious that A San's face changed, and it was really painful by Wang Han.

Wang Han twisted his waist and made a single sheep elbow.

Brother San staggered back and hit the wall and made a loud noise.

The sound of door opening came from the fenced yard.

The door opens.

The fat sister who just now changed into new pants and stood at the door and saw Wang Han.

"What do you want to do?"

"Sister, you..."

The fat sister raised her voice, "You, you, what are you, you! You can't speak well, and you can't take a few handfuls! What can you do!"

"It's big night! What's the mess! Go home and go to sleep!"

A San twisted his neck and rushed towards Wang Han.

As soon as the fat sister rolled up her sleeves, she was about to come up to separate the two of them, "I'm not good at speaking, right? She's still doing it!"

Wang Han had no time to pay attention to his elder sister.

He rushed towards Asan.

The two swung their fists like the wind.

Fist is strong and vigorous.

At close range, the two people turned against the wall.

The walls were directly beaten and there were pits everywhere.

Wang Han swept over with one claw.

A large piece of the brick wall was swept off by Wang Han's claws.

I rubbed the ends of my elder sister's hair and passed by.

The fat sister was so shocked that she trembled with fat all over.

Frozen in place.

Wang Hande glanced at the fat sister and said, "Get out!"

"Okay!"

The two collided violently.

Wang Han didn't move.

Asan flew out toward the rear for more than three meters.

After forcibly stopping one's body.

A San clasped his hands together, and amulet on his neck was clamped in his palm.

He muttered inside his mouth.

In a blink of an eye.

The whole person's aura suddenly soared.

Under the influence of broken hands.

Wang Han's hand couldn't help but jump.

far away.

The leopard smiled and said, "This kid is OK. After fighting for so long, he still has the upper hand? That San is OK, and his legs have not broken until now."

Meng Kun's face was covered in darkness.

"According to common sense, this kid should be able to give that Ah San seconds!"

The moment he saw A San holding the amulet, the leopard leaned forward.

"No! That San is not the Sanhua Realm! Is it him half a step to the Yuan Dynasty! At least it is a one-petal realm!"

The woman wearing a headscarf also changed her expression.

The sickly man beside him jumped and rushed towards Wang Han first.

The woman followed closely.

The leopard followed behind, and Meng Kun's pair of crutches under his armpits were fast enough to touch the ground.

Asan, who was so powerful, smiled at Wang Han and licked his lips.

Punched under your feet.

Ejected towards Wang Han.

Wang Han twitched his big hand around his waist.

The evil god turned around Wang Han's arm.

Holding pants in one hand.

Crop one hand into a fist.

Twist your waist!

One punch!
Chapter completed!