The Great Tang: World Martial God

While speaking, Yin Jie slammed a punch, and the fist struck Tang Hao's door with strong wind.

Suddenly, Song Ruoxin beside Yin Jie screamed, stood up and squeezed into the window, eyes full of worry.

"Boom"

Tang Hao squeezed Yin Jie's fist with his left hand and protected the front door.

Slowly took a sip of tea with his right hand, and slowly put the teacup on the table.

Despite Yin Jie's struggle, he still couldn't take his hand out.

suddenly.

Tang Hao let out a cold snort, the strength on his left hand suddenly increased, his five fingers gathered together, and he heard the sound of broken bones, "Boom Boom". .

"what……"

Yin Jie screamed loudly.

Tang Hao suddenly attacked with his right fist, hammering Yin Jie straight against his chest.

A muffled hum came.

Like a sandbag being thrown out, Yin Jie slammed on a grid screen, fell five steps away, and fell into the private room of the next man.

Um?

The son in the attic next to him moved slightly, put down his wine glass, and glanced at Yin Jie on the ground.

"Ah... my hand! My wrist."

Enduring the heart-wrenching pain from his hand, Yin Jie yelled.

"Quick! Hit me to death this kid."

The four sturdy men behind him suddenly awakened from this incredible scene, turning their heads and glaring at Tang Hao.

"Dare to hurt my son, I don't think your kid looks like alive anymore."

As he smashed into Tang Hao's face, his expression seemed to swallow Tang Hao alive.

A brawny man in the lead raised a big fist and slammed it directly at Tang Hao's left cheek.

Tang Hao was not in a hurry at this time, holding the tea set in his right hand, and he didn't even look at the big man. He clenched a fist with his left hand and slammed into the big man with this mighty punch.

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound of fists.

The big man snorted, took four or five steps, and pushed the three strong men behind him back together.

"This kid has some skill, let's go together!"

After speaking, the four of them rushed towards Tang Hao without hesitation.

Tang Hao frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stood up suddenly.

"Boom boom boom."

With four punches in a row, even the four brawny men couldn't see clearly, only feeling that their faces were affected by a great deal of force.

"Swipe."

With four muffled sounds, the four family members flew out upside down, smashing many tables and stools, and all the screens were destroyed. He fell on the ground with blood flowing in his mouth and nose, clutching his chest, and some ribs were broken.

Everything happened in a few seconds, and Yin Jie stared at the four wailing housekeepers on the ground, his eyes also frightened.

"You... who are you... dare to hurt me, you... do you know who my father is."

Tang Hao sternly took a step forward.

"So what? Even if it's the prince who bullies my friend, I can't beat it."

Yin Jie pointed to Tang Hao stuttering and said, "You...you are so bold..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao moved his joints, as if he was still going forward.

Suddenly, Yin Jie was frightened and retreated with his legs kicking.

"Quick! Quick! Help me up and let's go."

The four brawny men couldn't care about the pain at this time, and hurriedly got up, staggered and ran out with Yin Jie in their hands.

Tang Hao looked back at Song Ruoxin, then at the crowd watching the lively at the door, tidied his clothes, turned around, and said lightly.

"Let's go, I will take you home."

He put a bunch of coins on the table, pretending to leave.

Song Ruoxin was stunned, and it took a while before he recovered, and hurriedly followed Tang Hao.

When Tang Hao walked to the white-clothed young man who had already stood by the door, he paused and bowed.

"excuse me."

The young man in white gave Tang Hao an admiring look, and nodded slightly.

"It's okay."

Tang Hao took Song Ruoxin who had followed him out of the tea house.

Looking at Tang Hao's figure, the young man in white gave a'tsk tsk', and said in his heart: "I can't imagine that this thin young man has such a skill."

When he got out of the tea house, Wu Dao could not help but turn his head to look at him, feeling that he had a gaze on his back.

At the railing on the second floor, he was dressed in white. It was the young man in white who apologized just now.

At this time, the young man looked down at himself with a smile on his face.

"Xiongtai, is there something to tell?"

The white-clothed boy unfolded the folding fan in his hand, waved it lightly, and gave a warning.

"Take care of this sweetheart by your side."

Obviously, he regarded Tang Hao and Song Ruoxin as a pair of mandarin ducks.

After listening, Song Ruoxin blushed and lowered her head shyly.

Tang Hao only felt that the son's words were strange and abrupt, but he was always harmless, he couldn't help but smile and nod his head.

Seeing the two walking towards the stable, the white-clothed boy said lightly.

"General, are you the number one general in Datang, what do you think of this person?"

As he spoke, the white-clothed boy turned around and looked at the guard behind him with piercing eyes.

The tall guard next to him looked in the direction of Tang Hao's previous private house, and said in a thoughtful way.

"Although this person is young, he has amazing power and extraordinary martial arts. He is a good material for martial arts."

Finally, the guard added.

"What's commendable is that you are righteous, not afraid of power, and courtesy, but it is rare."

Listening to the evaluation of the guard, the white man nodded slightly. There was a strong interest in my heart.

"Follow up and see who this young man is."