Chapter 772: 3 punches

Of course Father Luo knew the Hua family, and naturally also knew Phantom Walk, so when Qin Yang said this, he understood everything.
Zhao Ming's face was gloomy: "Father, no matter what, Hua Mengda hurt my son. This matter will come to an end. Your grandson rescued Hua Mengda, you can't treat it as nothing happened. ."
Old man Luo laughed, turned his head and asked, "Qin Yang, when you saved someone, did you know that Hua Mengda hurt someone?"
Although Qin Yang was not worried about getting troubled, it was obvious that his grandfather was helping himself. He replied without hesitation: "I don't know, when I saw the bayonet head was bloodied by them. I haven't When they got closer, they threatened me to let me go, or they would smash the car. I was also a cultivator, so naturally I couldn’t save people from death, so I drove over and rescued people. I missed me. If you don’t make a move, the bayonet will not be beaten to death."
Old man Luo turned his head and said with a smile; "Look, when Qin Yang saved people, he didn't know who you were, nor did he know that your son was wounded with a bayonet. He just saw righteousness and bravely tried to save people. This matter can go anywhere. It's fair to say, there are people who are wronged and the debtor is in charge. You can go to that Hua Mengda, and what's the matter with my grandson..."
Zhao Ming coldly snorted: "Whether he intentionally or unintentionally, he saved the murderer who injured my son. This is a fact. Unless he helps us catch Hua Mengda, I am afraid that this matter cannot be as simple as that. "
"Can't you forget it?"
The smile on Old Man Luo's face slowly receded, his eyes narrowed for two points, his eyes suddenly become sharp as a knife: "When is your Zhao Ming's face so big? Are you threatening me? You are the Luo family. It's a soft persimmon, can you handle it as you want?"
Old man Luo suddenly turned his face, and Zhao Ming's expression on his face suddenly became quite unsightly. He stared at him coldly: "Old man, I respect you as a senior, so I talked to you well. I want to solve this matter. Do you not want to resolve it peacefully?"
"Hehe, whoever celebrates the New Year, you are aggressive when you come to the house, who do you show your face to, want to show your face to me, tell you Lao Tzu to come over, see if I don’t spit on his face, petty boy, put some big garlic in front of me What?"
Father Luo didn't give Zhao Ming a face, and Zhao Ming's face suddenly became rather ugly.
"I heard that the old man Luo has a pair of iron fists very powerful. Since I encountered it today, let me ask for advice..."
Father Luo is obviously also a violent temper, and coldly snorted: "Come on, let me weigh you a few cents, why are you so crazy!"
Qin Yang's expression changed slightly, and he took a step forward and said, "Grandpa, this is me..."
"It's none of your business, just watch!"
Father Luo waved his hand domineeringly and stopped Qin Yang: "This is no longer your business. Since people come to my old man's face to smash my old man, I can't hold back, otherwise, people think that Luo Xiaotian is getting older. The more frustrated."
Qin Yang suddenly became anxious. Although he had seen the old man practice boxing, he was indeed very powerful, but after all, he was a lot older. This Zhao Ming was much younger than the old man. The so-called boxing was afraid of being young. If this fights, the old man will be injured. Now, this year can't pass?
At this time, the Qin Hua and Mrs. Luo in the house also walked out, watching this scene, and Mrs. Luo suddenly became a little anxious.
"Old man, can't you just do this for the New Year?"
Old man Luo didn't listen at all. He just waved his hand and motioned to the old lady not to talk too much. He stared at Zhao Ming with electric eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "Cut the way down."
Zhao Ming said coldly: "For the Chinese New Year, if you hit you here in a mess, then it is really a bit unreasonable, so let's go to three punches. If you win, I turn around and leave, you lose. , Give me an explanation."
"it is good!"
Old man Luo agreed neatly, took off his coat and threw it aside, took a deep breath, and suddenly burst into a powerful aura.
"Come!"
Zhao Ming also took off his coat and took a deep breath. There was a popping noise in his body, as if the joints of his whole body were loosening.
"Be careful!"
Zhao Ming gave a low yell, and rushed towards the old man Luo quickly, and then when he was about to get closer, he stopped abruptly, but his right fist did not stop, directly following the momentum of his impact. Blasted to Old Man Luo.
"open!"
Old man Luo drank in a low voice and threw a punch.
"boom!"
The two fists collided in the air, and a dull air burst sound.
The two retreated backward at the same time.
"Fuck!"
Two people's feet stepped on the ground, and the cement floor instantly cracked, and countless cracks extended to the surroundings.
Father Luo took two steps back, and Zhao Ming took three steps back.
Zhao Ming looked at the footprints on the ground, his eyes grew gloomy and his face suddenly turned red.
"Come again!"
Zhao Ming took the first two steps again and blasted out with a punch.
Elder Luo did not show weakness either, and greeted him with a punch.
"boom!"
The two separated again. This time the impact was stronger than before, but each of them only took a step back.
Zhao Ming didn't stay any longer, his face became even more red as blood, and he stood up again and threw three punches again.
The fists of the two slammed into the air again, this time, neither of them retreated!
The corners of Zhao Ming's mouth suddenly overflowed with blood, and Father Luo's face suddenly became red as blood.
Zhao Ming retracted his fist, stretched out his hand to wipe the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and cast a gloomy look at Old Man Luo, who stood upright like a mountain.
"let's go!"
Zhao Ming didn't make any comments. He turned around cleanly and walked outside. Several people who followed Zhao Ming looked at the old man and Qin Yang angrily ~EbookFREE.me~ and quickly got into the car.
The car roared and rushed out of Luo's house.
In the car, Zhao Ming suddenly reached out his hand to support the chair in front, coughed violently, and vomited a bit of blood again.
The man next to Zhao Ming was taken aback: "Brother, how are you hurt?"
Zhao Ming straightened up, pulled a handful of paper, wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were cold: "I have suffered an internal injury, but I just vomit this blood out. It's okay. That old guy's fist is really hard. , Deserves the title of Iron Fist."
The man next to him said worriedly: "Then we just leave it alone?"
"Huh, how could it be the case? The old guy didn't seem to be injured. He should have stood firm. Perhaps the injury was no less than mine. The Luo family and my Zhao family have always had conflicts. Recently, we are fighting for that project. , This is an opportunity, you have to move them no matter what, you take people to the fighting hall to catch Hua Mengda, and at the same time let people stare at the Luo family, stare at the kid named Qin Yang, if he comes out alone, find a chance to catch He, don't be found out..."
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