Urban Carefree Immortal Emperor

Looking at this scene in front, Zeng Caixuan was okay. After all, she was at the gate of Jiulongshan Garden District the day before yesterday, but she witnessed the feat of Yan Huang singled out a 300-strong suit!

Even after two days passed, Zeng Caixuan still couldn't help but think of Yan Huangwei's aggressive and elegant figure that night.

And if the man happened to be home at night that night, looking at the scene in front of her, she could not say a word of shock!

"This ... let's ... in the middle of the block ... the most ... the fiercely named dragon leg Wang Biao was defeated by Yan Huang in this way?" If the man looked at the scene in front of him, he could not help but spit out his eyes!

"Uh ..." Zeng Caixuan said, scratching his head, "This may be nothing to Yanhuang ..."

"Ah? A high school student defeated Longhutang's core disciples, is this nothing?" Ruonan is almost going crazy!

Five generations of her family practiced martial arts. The Roewe Martial Arts Museum has been passed down for more than 100 years. If the man has practiced boxing and kung fu since he was a child, although he has also cultivated to a great success, he esteems many peers, and looks at several places. Then, in the face of Wang Biao's dragon-stroke legs, she was completely afraid to face her sharp edge!

Not to mention that Wang Biao has elevated her to a realm, she has reached the peak of Ming Jin, and she has entered the dark power at any time. Wang Biao's dragon-stroke legs are still top-level exercises, both internal and martial arts moves are extremely fierce and overbearing!

However, it was such a ruthless character, Yan Huang beat him downplayingly!

"Er ... if you didn't come the night before, you didn't know, Yan Huang would beat down three hundred bad guys in suits ..."

"Ah ?!" At this moment, Ruo Nan spit out his eyes completely!

...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Not long after Wang Biao fell, there were several screams and wailings in succession on the bus, and then men wearing black sportswear fell from the sky through the bus window and screamed one by one on the ground Never stop!

Zhang Ziyun and Han Xinyue jumped from the back window and jumped to the side of Yan Huang.

What is more conspicuous is that there are one or two burnt fist marks lying on the mournful bodies and clothes on the ground, while Zhang Ziyun and Han Xinyue are unharmed and there are no traces of fighting.

"Lao Huang, you're done!" Zhang Ziyun said proudly.

Yan Huang looked at Zhang Ziyun and Han Xinyue in front of him a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the two had just opened their eyes, and they even beat a dozen experienced thugs.

Feeling Zhang Ziyun and Han Xinyue still had fluctuations in the real yuan, Yan Huang soon wanted to understand.

It turned out that Zhang Ziyun knew that he didn't have much real yuan, so he and Han Xinyue put a shield rune directly on him and then handed it to Han Xinyue to attack. The two attacked and defended each other perfectly.

Faced with two people with "turtle shells", dozens of thugs were naturally only beaten!

"Yes." Yan Huang nodded slightly, not expecting that the fighting talents of the two were quite high. Within a few days of practice, he already knew how to fight with others.

"Thank you, Master!" Han Xinyue looked extremely excited in one fell swoop. She held her fists in both hands and shook her hair with short excitement. Obviously, she was very happy inside!

Punishing evil and doing good, and acting for the sky has always been her biggest wish, and now, Yan Huang helped her realize this wish!

Facing a group of thugs at Longhutang, Yan Huang was not softened. A dozen people all abolished a right hand and asked them to shout "Master Daddy", leaving the maintenance costs of buses destroyed, Yan Huang took Zhang Ziyun and Han Xinyue slowly walked towards the school.

Zeng Caixuan pulled Ruo Nan who originally wanted to come forward to speak with Yan Huang. After all, the two had a little "under the same roof" how they said. Yan Huang also looked at his home with a sullen look, Zeng Caixuan thought that he should speak, Yan Huang should Would help Ruonan.

Just at the moment when he saw Han Xinyue, Zeng Caixuan suddenly felt inexplicable sorrow. He could no longer step out, and watched Yan Huang leave slowly.

Zeng Caixuan sighed, "Late a little later, let's go to Yan Huang for help."

"Okay." If the man looked at Yan Huang's back, he thought about how Yan Huang had just knocked Wang Biao down sharply.

Although Yanhuang made Longhutang's people call him dad a little bit weird, it is clear that Yanhuang is definitely a martial art master who has stepped into the dark!

If the man has a little expectation in his heart, I don't know if Yan Huang can help her family's Roewe Martial Hall through the difficulties.

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"If you wait, I just need to get some money." Zeng Caixuan said, pulling Ruo Nan as he passed by a bank.

"Okay." The two immediately walked towards the ATM outside the bank. Halfway they met a meticulous man dressed in a silver suit and dressed like a successful middle-aged elite.

The middle-aged man looked at the two beautiful girls in front of him, and when his eyes brightened, he whistled a playful whistle.

"Hi, two beauties." As he said, he subconsciously put his hand in his jacket pocket, and wanted to come up with a business card to introduce himself.

Zeng Caixuan and Ruo Nan watched the man in front of them vigilantly, avoiding a step slightly, and went straight to the ATM machine.

"Cut!" The man saw that Zeng Caixuan and Ruo Nan were wary of himself, and he was too lazy to dig out his business card, and went straight to the champagne-colored BMW X6 that he stopped at the side of the road.

For him, there are many beautiful girls who come to the door automatically, and it is still broad daylight. The two schoolgirls in front of him are not worthy of him.

Zeng Caixuan and Anya walked straight to the ATM machine. Zeng Caixuan stumbled as soon as he wanted to insert the card into the ATM machine, because there was a golden bank card in it.

At this time there was no one in the surrounding ATM. Obviously this card should be the middle-aged man in the silver suit just now.

Zeng Caixuan immediately ran towards the champagne BMW on the side of the road with a bank card. One of the middle-aged males who just got on the train busted, and then there was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What, beauties? Do you want to get in the car and go for a drive? I tell you, I'm comfortable sitting in this car!" The man was too lazy to dig up his business card and pointed proudly at his front passenger seat.

"Did you lose your bank card?" Zeng Caixuan gave the man a slight glance and shook the golden bank card in his hand.

The man smiled halfway and froze.

He quickly picked up the black handbag next to him, unzipped it, and sure enough, he lost his bank card.

"What's your name?" Zeng Caixuan asked, looking at the signature behind the golden bank card.

"Zhang Yihong." The middle-aged man said awkwardly.

"Well, it's yours." Zeng Caixuan threw the golden bank card into the car, then turned and left.