All the people on the scene watched Feng Sihai step by step, kneeling on the ground and Jiang Huan, who was not aware of it.

That punch just now can blow an adult bull to death, let alone hit Jiang Huan's temple.

"Deng! Thump! Thump... "

The sound of a tiger's armor and iron leaves touching is regular, but it is full of the meaning of killing. The monotonous steps are more like stepping on the hearts of all people.

In front of Jiang Huan, Hong Feng gently lowered his waist and grabbed his long hair. His hoarse voice came from under the tiger helmet.

"Your Dexterity, your constitution, your strength, your strange body skills and, more importantly, your nature of mind really surprised me, and even made it difficult for me to find a second talented young man like you on the land of Youzhou."

With a deep breath, Hong Feng said with a little regret.

"If I were ordinary, I would not like to destroy you, a young man growing slowly."

As for this, Hong Feng's tone suddenly became cold and fierce, full of anger and murder.

"But you don't understand that my heart is full of despair and pain, and you don't understand the pain of your relatives, friends and all the people you value when they die in front of you! You are just a kind of son living behind a high wall and in a luxurious mansion. You have everything when you are born! "

As he spoke, Hong Feng suddenly grasped Jiang Huan with one hand, and then immediately straightened up, staring at Jiang Huan with his eyes closed and his face pale.

All of a sudden, Hong Feng clenched his fist and bombarded Jiang Huan without warning.

"Bang!"

In the middle of the door, looking back at Jiang Huan, suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out and was smashed out again.

But Hong Feng seems to be not relieved of his Qi. He goes forward again, grabs Jiang Huan and punches his left backhand.

In this way, at this time, Hong Feng takes Jiang Huan as a sandbag to breathe. He bombards Jiang Huan with one fist after another. He wants to vent all his hatred on Jiang Huan.

"What? That's not going to work? Don't you talk big one after another? Stand up! Keep fighting! "

As Hong Feng's fist strength increased, he was still shouting at Jiang Huan.

Not far away, Hong Zhenyi, who was standing with the others, called out in a very tender voice.

"Dad!"

The voice was trembling and unclear. It was hard to hear.

But Hongfeng is still unmoved, because he has accumulated hatred for too many years. At this time, it's time for him to vent his hatred.

Mo Zhen at the back of the crowd was also full of anxieties on her pretty face, but she knew that she was not strong enough, so she could only do it in a hurry and could not help at all.

And Haotong beside Mo Zhen's body has turned his face to one side and dare not continue to watch.

Because he can clearly feel that every punch of Hongfeng is like a sledgehammer, enough to break a Tianshan rock. What's more, each punch is still strong and solid on Jiang Huan's body. Can it still live?

Today, he can't accept and understand everything, especially Jiang Huan. He clearly knows the real identity of Jiang Huan, the third son of the Marshal's office, what kind of person he is. Maybe Haotong doesn't know, but what is the existence of Jiang Zhenfeng. Haotong, who grew up in the West since childhood, is just too clear.

People in the west can't know who they are today, but there is no one who doesn't fear, respect or even fear Jiang Zhenfeng!

Therefore, Haotong is puzzled. Since Jiang Huan has such a strong background, why do he have to take risks to fight in person.

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