Chapter 821

Fang Chuan's mouth twitched when he heard what they said, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

And Pan Zian, who was with him, couldn't help but smile, which was simply cute.

However, Pan Zi'an also felt that the two people behind Ruan Yingtian were not so easy to deal with.

However, what they were facing was Fang Chuan, a master who could easily defeat a sect master like Feng Qingyang.

"Dad, tell him what you are doing so much, let the two masters beat him up first, and then let him kneel down!"

Ruan Renhao's face showed terrible hatred, and he was extremely cruel to Fang Chuan.

He was bullied and bullied in Xiamen City, and he had never been bullied like this before.

Of course he wanted Fang Chuan to be beaten up first, and then admit his mistake, in order to show his family's prestige and avenge him.

When Ruan Yingtian heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he waved: "Renhao, I told you that you have to be forgiving and forgiving. We always have to give others some opportunities."

"Dad, you are right!" Ruan Renhao felt refreshed, and the feeling of speaking was no worse than the feeling of revenge.

"You do mean something."

Fang Chuan smiled faintly, "Just two and a half hangers, do you want me to kneel? There are not many people who dare to say such things!"

"Ha!" Ruan Renhao laughed, "By this time, will you still admit defeat? Then there is no way, my dad gave you a chance!"

Ruan Yingtian also nodded and said: "Young man, then I will let the two masters teach you a lesson, so that you will not suffer such a loss in the future."

He said, full of confidence, waved his hand, with a hint of arrogance: "Two masters, I’m bothering you. However, you should be merciful and don’t beat him to death. After all, he is also a young guy. Great future."

"Mr. Ruan, don't worry, we will never kill him!"

Master Na Luo smiled, stretched his muscles and bones a bit, and immediately made a crackling sound like fried beans.

Then Master Chen smiled, and stepped forward to Fang Chuan and said, "Boy, you also met Mr. Ruan, otherwise, your little life will be lost!"

"Stop talking, I really want to be beaten by you, come on." Fang Chuan hooked them.

"Looking for death!" Master Chen suddenly became angry. They have been famous for a long time, and they have never met such an arrogant person.

He screamed to Master Luo: "Brother Luo, I can't bear this, just give me this ignorant boy!"

He said, rushing forward, raising his hand, facing Fang Chuan in the air, and slammed it away.

His throw is like throwing something out.

This is his stunt, hard work, practiced qigong for half a lifetime, practiced some qi, and learned some techniques.

In fact, these qigongs are some of the cultivation methods handed down in ancient times, plus the martial cultivation methods mixed together.

The qi in them is very strong, but they can't cast spells.

They didn't work hard, hone their bodies, beat strength, and practice martial arts.

Therefore, if the height is not high, it is not enough, it is good to keep fit, and against ordinary people, this method of throwing the breath is also useful.

However, this kind of gas, used to deal with Fang Chuan, seemed a little ridiculous.

Huh--

It was a puff of air, which produced a tremendous amount of force, squeezing the air, causing the air to whizzle loudly.

Fang Chuan immediately felt an oppressive air current, rushing in front of him.

Ordinary people, faced with this blow, will not only be knocked into the air, but will also be injured in the internal organs by this breath.

He smiled, and raised his hand like a torn cloth, scratched and snorted, Master Chen's anger suddenly felt like a fart, and with a muffled sound, there was no trace.

"How is this possible?" Master Chen was taken aback. He only felt that his shot of hitting someone in the air had suddenly disappeared.

This is something that has never happened since he has become an artist.

He took a step back in fright.

Of course Master Luo knew that Master Chen also had a little ability, and the shot that hit someone in the air just now was also very powerful.

His opponent Chuan suddenly felt a little more jealous.

He hurriedly stepped forward, holding the ball in both hands, with blue veins rising, compressing the qi in his body, passing through the Laogong acupoint, and accumulated into a mass.

Suddenly, a strong vigor emerged in his palm.

Fang Chuan raised his brow when he saw it. He didn't expect these people to be so creative and use inner energy in this way.

This trick, for him, a cultivator, is simply a violent thing and a waste of qi.

However, for these qigong masters, it is also a very powerful method.

Under the strong urging of Master Luo, the air mass in the palm of his hand actually emitted a hint of light.

Fang Chuan knew before that Master Luo's cultivation level was still higher than that of Master Chen, and from the perspective of Qi alone, it had reached at least the third level of Qi Refining.

This compressed internal energy is replaced by a martial artist of the third, fourth and fifth layers of Qi refining. Once hit, he will suffer extremely severe injuries.

"Qigong Cannon!"

Master Luo roared, the blue veins in his hands had reached the extreme, and at the same time, the air mass was shining, and then he slammed Fang Chuan.

With this push, he used his exclusive method to make the air mass squeeze the air and whistle loudly with the internal energy and strength in the body.

In an instant, he blasted in front of Fang Chuan.

Where this air mass passed, the marble on the ground also left a trace of friction, which made people stunned.

"As expected of Master Luo!"

"This kid is dead!"

Ruan Renhao and Ruan Yingtian had known Master Luo's greatness before, but this was the first time they had seen them in actual combat.

This trick is so handsome!

Ruan Renhao seemed to have seen Fang Chuan being hit by a qigong cannon and a big hole blasted out of his body, so excited.

"Ugh!"

However, at this moment, Fang Chuan raised his hand and grabbed his fingers while facing the impact of the Qigong Cannon.

With a snorted sound, he grabbed it directly with his infuriating hands and didn't even use body protection.

It was just a moment, that fierce qigong gun was also caught by Fang Chuan.

A blast of air blasted in all directions, and the debris of the coffee table scattered around was stirred up by the air waves and tossed around.

In front of Fang Chuan, an invisible wall of air blocked Tang Yueying and the others, so that the debris did not affect the people behind him at all.

When everyone saw the ferocious qigong gun, he broke it, and suddenly their mouths grew, and they forgot to speak, they were so surprised.

Fang Chuan looked at the crowd, then tickled the corner of his mouth: "You still can't do it!"