Han Han Jue slapped the young man's body away from his face.

The young man's chest was hit hard, such as the butterfly with broken wings flying backward, and slightly staggered when it fell to the ground, but he stood on the snow with his extraordinary balance.

The young man's unyielding character makes him want to win or lose in an instant.

In his world view, there is no defeat. Only win.

As long as he wants to win, he can win.

In recent years, his martial arts attainments were inspired at the end of his life.

The young man clenched his fist and jumped into the air.

His body was like a leaf without weight, and he was walking in the air.

Zhan hanjue squinted at the eagle's eyes, mostly because of his low desire for survival. Instead of playing skillfully, he flew up and bumped his body against the young man's hard.

Then both of them fell on the snow and didn't win.

"Apologize to me." The warlord said angrily.

At the bottom of his eyes, a cold-blooded sneer was drawn from the bottom of his eyes to ask him to apologize to such a murderous villain.

"What did I do wrong?" The boy asked him.

"Broke my cake."

The boy sneered, "just a cake."

The murderous spirit suddenly appeared in the eyes of Lord Zhan. It's not a cake problem at all.

It's his guilt and nostalgia for his children as a father.

Han hanjue and the young man got up and prepared for the second fight. Suddenly, Yu Chengqian appeared with several frigates.

"Here he is, young master."

"Protect him."

The young man glanced at his eyes and left.

"What are you doing here?" The warlord denounced Yu Chengqian.

Yu Chengqian looked at him as if he had been injured. He looked at the direction of the youth's disappearance in disbelief. "No, in this world, someone can beat you?"

Zhan hanjue corrected: "if I am well, how can I let him be presumptuous in front of me?"

"Who is he?" Yu Chengqian asked curiously.

In the heart secretly pondered, this little brother can let Han hanjue eat a pot, he should make a friend with him?

"I don't know," said Han Han Jue

"No? What are you fighting for

"He broke my cake." Zhan hanjue's melancholy way.

Yu Chengqian was speechless.

"You have got the true story of the old man."

The warlord glared at him angrily, pushed him away, and walked forward tremblingly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked suddenly.

Yu Chengqian followed, "the old man asked me to take you back... No, please go back."

Seeing Yu Chengqian's attitude towards him, he guessed that his identity had been exposed.

"How do you know who I am?" Lord Zhan turned.

Yu Chengqian shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes were gloomy, "as soon as Zheng Ling dies, you are so abusive of your body. If I can't even guess who you are, I'm stupid

Warlord shivered back to Yu Chengqian and threatened: "you'd better pray that my Zheng Ling is OK. Otherwise, you mount Everest, I will shovel it to the ground. "

Yu Chengqian is not a man who is afraid of life and death. Hands spread out, throw out. "Zheng Ling is dead. I don't want to live anyway. You kill me now. I would like to go to hell and Zheng Ling to continue the front

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