Chapter 111: Zhao Ling

"Did you find it?" Zhou Fan couldn't help but smile as he looked at the van that was speeding up suddenly.
Just discover it, it's no big deal. In the face of absolute strength, any tricks are useless.
Half an hour later, Peng Biao drove to an auto repair shop near Quancheng and parked the car at the door.
"Brothers, copy guys, there will be a big order later." After getting off the car, Peng Biao shouted.
Immediately afterwards, one by one, burly men wearing short sleeves walked out of the repair shop. They were holding a one-meter-long steel pipe, each of them fierce and horrible, which made people frightened.
"Brother Biao, is the money coming?" Only a young man in his twenties came out of the crowd.
Compared with Peng Biao and others, the young body's personality is much worse, and even the muscles are not as big as them. However, facing this young man, Peng Biao couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his eyes.
This young man was named Zhao Ling. His parents had died since he was a child, and he lived a life of begging, which was very miserable.
However, when he was fifteen years old, he met an old Taoist priest and gave him a Qi Practicing Jue. With this Qi Practicing Jue, his strength is slowly improving. Now he is an innate. The masters in the middle of the realm, Peng Biao and others are not his opponents.
"Don't mention it, I met a ruthless guy, and my brothers were all hurt." Peng Biao sighed.
"Someone dared to hurt you, doesn't he want to live anymore?" There was a tyrannical atmosphere in Zhao Ling's eyes, fierce and spicy.
"It's more than just hitting us, he's coming." Peng Biao smiled bitterly.
"Following?" Zhao Ling's pupils shrank slightly, who was so bold that even their lair dared to break through! "Hmph, if you dare to come, let him come and go!"
Not long after, a Land Rover stopped at the door of the repair shop, and a young man walked down from it.
Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment. This young man seemed to be in his early twenties, and could even be said to be younger than him. Such a guy actually beat Peng Biao and others so miserably?
"Enclose it." With a wave of Peng Biao's palm, the more than 20 brawny men holding steel pipes directly surrounded Zhou Fan in the center, staring at Zhou Fan with unkind expressions.
As long as Peng Biao gave an order, they would take action without hesitation.
"Where is Zhou Hao?" Facing more than twenty people, Zhou Fan still didn't have any fear, looking at Peng Biao calmly.
Although these people were fierce and evil, to Zhou Fan, there was no threat.
The only one worthy of his attention was a young man who, judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from his body, had reached the innate realm.
In this remote and impoverished county, Zhou Fan had to be surprised that he could also meet the strong in the innate realm.
"Boy, you should worry about yourself first." Peng Biao sneered, waved his palm, and everyone rushed towards Zhou Fan.
They held the steel pipe, lifted it and slammed it down towards Zhou Fan. At this time, they used their full strength without mercy.
More than a dozen steel pipes fell all together, blocking all Zhou Fan's retreat. If it is an ordinary person, under such circumstances, it will inevitably panic and don't know what to do.
But Zhou Fan's expression remained calm as usual, his fingers clasped together, and a fist burst out suddenly.
Powerful Bull Demon Fist!
Moo...
Vaguely, it seemed that a bull screamed, and at the moment when those steel pipes fell, a sturdy fist shot out, directly flying everyone away.
Under the action of fist strength, the steel pipe formed a strong counter-shock force, and hit everyone's chest fiercely, causing them to fall heavily to the ground, howling in pain, and falling to the ground.
One move, just one move, defeated more than a dozen brawny men holding steel pipes. The impact of this scene was really too great, and Peng Biao was stunned for a while.
He knew that Zhou Fan was very strong and could defeat several by himself, but he didn't expect that he would be so strong that he could easily defeat more than a dozen people with his own power. Is this still a human?
Zhao Ling, who was standing not far from Peng Biao, had a solemn expression. Zhou Fan's previous punch was probably powerful, and it was impossible for such a power to appear on an ordinary person.
Then there is only one explanation. Zhou Fan is not an ordinary person, it is very likely that he is a monk like himself.
It's just that he didn't notice the fluctuation of spiritual power from Zhou Fan's body. Could it be that his strength is only in the acquired realm?
But how can you have such a terrifying punch in the acquired realm?
"Let's go, where is Zhou Hao?" Zhou Fan looked at Peng Biao and Zhao Ling, his expression still calm, no sorrow and joy could be seen.
"You are very strong!" Zhao Ling walked out slowly, with strong energy accumulating in his low body, "However, if you want to know where that guy is, I'd better pass my level first."
Zhao Ling stepped out, the spiritual energy in his body gathered towards the palm of his hand, and he patted Zhou Fan's chest with one palm.
He knew that Zhou Fan was not easy, so this palm directly used all his strength.
"Boy, forced Zhao Ling to do it, this time I think you are not dead!" Seeing Zhao Ling doing it, Peng Biao suppressed the shock in his heart, showing a sneer.
As for Zhao Ling's strength, he knew very well that as long as Zhao Ling shot, no one could stand yet.
Although Zhou Fan is strong, he is far from Zhao Ling's opponent!
"Small bugs!" Zhou Fan gave a faint smile, clasped his fingers together, and blasted a punch.
However, he didn't use his full force with this punch, otherwise, with his cultivation base in the late stage of Immortal Realm, even if Zhao Ling is strong, he might not be able to stop his punch.
boom!
The palms of the fists intersected, a roar was heard, and a faint ripple of energy swept around.
At the moment the two attacked, a strong counter-shock force formed, directly causing Zhou Fan and Zhao Ling to retreat.
However, Zhou Fan took a half step back and stabilized his body, but Zhao Ling took seven or eight steps back.
"What a powerful force." Zhao Ling's expression was extremely solemn. Zhou Fan's power was really too strong. Even if he used his spiritual power, he was still not Zhou Fan's opponent. She was numb and trembling.
"How could this guy be so strong?" Peng Biao's heart shook wildly. Zhao Ling was his last support. If even Zhao Ling is not Zhou Fan's opponent, what else can he do?
"You are not my opponent, get out." Zhou Fan looked at Zhao Ling, his expression still calm and indifferent.
"Is it your opponent? Only after playing it." Zhao Ling took a deep breath, and he slowly stood up, pinching his fingers, and a series of complex printing auras bounced at his fingertips.
"Bing Xin Jue, Frozen!"
Zhao Ling pointed his finger towards Zhou Fan, and a strange force instantly enveloped Zhou Fan in.