luntarily reached for Xiao Yi's graceful curve. 。Sisong Yanyan merely let out a soft protest, without stopping Ye Fan's actions. 。 Xiao Fan, recently you have to pay more attention when going to sc...This person must be crazy, right That's the first thing the fat man thought when he saw Tie Xiong's smile, or maybe it was that he felt so inferior that he started acting like an idiot.

He punched himself and started to laugh ironically. This guy has signs of abuse, right

"Your punches are really good, but hehehe, I didn't move at all unfortunately. It's my turn to unleash my iron fist now, I guarantee it will satisfy you hehehe."

Tie Xiong looked at the fat man and smiled coldly.

Looking at those lips moving back and forth before my eyes, yet the words that came out were so chilling.

The fat man frowned, and suddenly a voice ten times his height burst into laughter: "Didn't you realize I still have one punch left"

Tie Xiong's smug smile froze instantly on his face, and he stared in astonishment at the Fatty. Yes, how could he have forgotten, Fatty still had one punch left!

He regretted it deeply, his intestines churning with remorse. But now was not the time for regret. Since he had spoken those words, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his sorrow.

Seeing Tie Xiong’s expression as if he had lost his father, Fatty couldn’t help but ask: “You wouldn’t be going back on your word, would you”

Tie Xiong glared at Fatty with eyes blazing. He bet Fatty was doing this on purpose, but he couldn't lose his temper now. He could only patiently say: "Stop wasting time, hurry up."

The fat man then burst out laughing again, “Alright, here we go.”

He pretty much knew the personalities of Yan Wuque's people. They were the type to pretend everything was fine even when things were tough, puffing up their chests to appear strong. But oddly enough, Fatty actually liked this. Why Because if they didn't act this way, how would he get another punch in

“Just take a look, this punch of mine is earth-shattering, heaven-defying, it can change the wind and clouds, make gods weep and ghosts wail.” But in his heart he thought, “I’ll hit you so hard your own mother won’t recognize you.”

Looking at Fatty's teasing expression, Ye Fan couldn't help but smile in his heart. Little fatty, playing tricks and pretending to be mysterious again.

Yet Yan Wuque snorted coldly with disdain. In his eyes, Fatty was like a clown, flaunting his ignorance, but this only made him appear more ridiculous and foolish.

Tě xióng was practically seething with rage, glaring at the Fatty and hissing, "Are you done with your rambling"

After delivering that lengthy opening speech, the fat man suddenly fell silent. He hadn't said all that just to show off; he was preparing.

Getting ready for the next thunderous attack, this was his most powerful move. It was incredibly strong, but it had one major drawback: it took a long time to prepare.

He took a deep breath this time, but unlike before, he didn't exhale. He just kept breathing in, and his stomach began to swell little by little. In just a short while, it was no less impressive than the python's big belly moments ago.

What does he want to do

Tie Xiong stared at Fatty, a little dumbfounded, not sure what he was trying to do.

But Yan Wuque couldn't help but squint his eyes, staring fixedly at the fat man, not missing any of his movements.

Facing Ye Fan, Yan Wuque had a brilliant smile on his lips, as if talking to himself: "Ten years have passed, the little fat man finally used this trick again. However, it seems that his qigong has improved a lot now."

Ten years ago, Fatty used this move against Ye Fan. Ye Fan gave him plenty of time to prepare. At the time, Fatty's Qi Gong was not yet complete, it was only in its infancy. But even so, Fatty's Overlord Fist almost caused Ye Fan great harm.

After many years, Ye Fan still vividly remembered the scene from back then. Although this move was powerful, it had a fatal weakness: it took too long to prepare. If Ye Fan hadn't deliberately wanted to test Fatty's Qi Gong, Fatty would have very few opportunities to use this move in actual combat.

And the green snake at this time, too, had an unbelievable expression in her eyes. She herself practiced this kind of qigong, and her cultivation was not as high as Yan Wuque's or even Tie Xiong's. The reason she could drink those two bottles of wine was because she practiced qigong, using qigong to regulate her body, so that the alcohol slowly dissipated from her body with the regulation of qigong.

She knew best the wonders of this qigong, yet despite that, she also knew that this qigong was not something ordinary people could practice. Those who could practice qigong came in two types: one with extraordinary willpower, able to endure inhuman torment.

The second kind of person is a martial arts prodigy, a natural-born martial artist.

She didn't know which category the fat man belonged to, but she herself belonged to the first kind.

Back then, in order to practice Qigong, she endured so much pain that she never told anyone about it. Even with all that hardship, she only managed to learn the surface level. The difficulty of practicing Qigong is evident.

And now she saw the fat man, his bulging belly, which was more than twice as big as hers just now. She couldn't help but change her face. The fat man was definitely a master of Qigong.

She knew that qigong had a boosting effect. The fat man's punch just now was already powerful enough. If he used qigong again, this move

She suddenly felt a little worried about Tie Xiong. Although she knew Tie Xiong's background and that he had used the tenth-grade medicine, making him practically immortal, she was still unsure if he could withstand this punch.

The Iron Bear stared at the fat man who was swelling up, its eyes filled with suspicion. It looked like he was looking at a monster. What on earth was this fat man trying to do Why was he still growing bigger and bigger

After a moment, Fatty seemed to have sucked in all the air sacs he could from his lungs, and his body stopped growing at an alarming rate.

Just as Tie Xiong was confused, Fatty suddenly let out a foul breath. Then, he used all his might and roared with a voice comparable to thunder. With that earth-shattering roar, Fatty's swollen fist finally arrived

A bone-chilling force slammed into Tie Xiong, nearly blinding him. He was shocked to his core, knowing the power of that punch – it was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

He didn't dare to be careless at all. His feet felt like they were filled with lead, becoming incredibly heavy. He was firmly rooted to the ground, unable to move. He didn't know why he did this, but he knew one thing: this punch was beyond his ability to withstand.

He himself had no confidence that he could take this punch, but the first thing he had to protect was that he absolutely couldn't take a step back.

Even if he was pierced through his body by the fat man.

But could Fatty do it Suddenly, Tie Xiong's heart surged with courage. Not to mention his Iron Cloth Shirt Divine Skill, which had reached the realm of transformation, claiming to be invulnerable to swords and guns, let alone this mere punch. know about the changes in Luo Xueyan's heart at this moment. Perhaps she was drugged, and this feeling would disappear after waking up. 。But at this moment, she truly fell for the boy in front of her...