Xue Dongli looked at Asi and said, "Let me fish."

Asi looked serious and said, "This is the job assigned to me by the master."

A sharp pressure crushed him, and Asi showed an extremely surprised look, his eyes almost glaring out.

He couldn't move any more!

Alai, who was standing aside, seemed to have discovered something and wanted to rush up and attack Xue Dongli.

Xue Dongli looked at him and said, "Don't move."

Alai paused and couldn't move.

He looked at Xue Dongli with the look of looking at the monster.

Xue Dongli took the fishing rod over and began to fish leisurely.

"You kidnapped me, Pojun is here." She said, "Now I kidnapped you. I wonder if your master will not fight this duel for you?"

Their faces suddenly became very ugly.

But they knew that the master would not give up for them.

"Forget it." Xue Dongli shook his head, "Let's just watch a good show here."

Yang Tingchao stopped on a luxury cruise ship docked on the shore and said, "Pojun, you are finally here."

His voice was like a bell, and he didn't seem to exert much force, but the sound could be heard clearly throughout the dock.

"This is...the tongue-in-chief spring thunder!" someone exclaimed, "I thought this skill had been lost, but I didn't expect to see it again today."

Pojun lowered his head, glanced at him coldly, jumped down, and landed steadily in front of him.

As they get close, it can be seen that Pojun has a very good figure and the outline of the chest muscles under his clothes is very perfect.

Such a body is simply a work of God's art.

Yang Tingchao was a little jealous. Although he had recovered from his highest level, he was not handsome and his body proportions were not very good.

Muscles can be trained, but bones cannot be trained.

So, beauty is in the bones, not in the skin.

To see whether a person is beautiful or not depends on whether his skeleton is good.

No wonder Xue Qixuan likes him so much. It turns out that he has a good face.

It’s a pity that this good skin is about to turn into a dead skin.

Po Jun's eyes were cold and he said, "A great master actually wants to force someone to fight by kidnapping women. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Yang Tingchao said: "I just invited Miss Xue to come to me for a cup of coffee."

He paused and smiled, "Ms. Xue is very satisfied with my coffee, of course, everything else is also satisfied."

He raised his eyebrows and showed an ambiguous smile.

An extreme anger rose from Pojun's heart.

Although he knew he was just lying, he was still angry involuntarily.

Xue Qixuan belongs to him, and he will never allow any man to get involved.

Even if it's just a touch and take advantage of verbally, it's not OK.

"Yang Tingchao, today I will let you know how irrational it is to anger me." Po Jun's voice was low and cold, like a sharp blade.

There was a muddy smile on the corner of Yang Tingchao's mouth, and this man couldn't help but be excited.

How can a person with such a bad mind break through to the Grand Master?

"Stop talking nonsense." Yang Tingchao said, "Get on it."

He stood there without moving, and an extremely powerful force surged in his body. This force swept out, rolling up all the tables, chairs and benches around him, and flew around in the air.

boom!

All of those things gathered behind him and condensed into a pair of hanging iron fists.

Everyone on the dock was stunned.

"What kind of magic skill is that?" someone exclaimed.

"Immortal! He must be a god!"

"Hmph, what's this? We golden psychics can do it."

"Then you can do it and have a look."

Yang Tingchao didn't say much nonsense, and the iron fists behind him swung them hard and smashed them hard at Pojun.

This is not an ordinary physical attack. The fist carries Yang Tingchao's deep internal force, and with a whirlwind, it breaks through the air, making a loud bang.

Master Feng held the teacup and forgot to drink tea for a moment.

What a strong move!

What if he took this move back?

He thought of dozens of solutions, but in the end he only had one result.

He couldn't handle it at all!

The Grand Master is the Grand Master after all.

He secretly thanked that there were several great masters in the spirit group, and even masters above the great masters, otherwise he would have been unable to resist these outsiders.

"Pojun is probably in trouble this time." Captain Cheng shook his head, feeling very complicated.

If the Pojun is really defeated, the power of the Qingyun Association may have extended to the southwest region.

At that time, there will be some bloody storm in this place.

He hoped Pojun could win, but he knew that the hope was slim.

"Boom!" Another loud bang.

Everyone looked closely and looked surprised.

Pojun actually caught the punch.

He pressed the giant fist with his hands, as if he was pressing against a huge mountain. The picture was like a special effect, which made people dumbfounded.

Yang Tingchao said: "Don't hold on, you can't hold on."

After saying that, another fist from behind him also smashed heavily.

boom!

This time, two fists smashed him into the ground.

There was a burst of exclamation from the dock peak.

"If you punch this, you're probably going to smash the person into meat sauce?"

"It's a pity that Pojun, a generation of heroes, died just like that."

"You should be more low-key in life, otherwise you will be furious if you can't afford to offend someone, and that's the end."

Captain Cheng sighed helplessly, his southwest region will probably be in peace in the future.

Chu Ziyi didn't know what he was feeling. Although he couldn't stand Pojun, he didn't want him to die.

If he dies, Xue Qixuan will fall into the hands of Yang Tingchao.

Yang Tingchao smiled faintly and said, "Vulnerable."

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave, and the fists that looked like hills suddenly vibrated.

Crash.

Both fists were shattered directly!

Pojun walked out of it, not even wrinkled his clothes.

He bounced the dust on his body and said, "You are quite capable, but that's the end."

Yang Tingchao frowned. Can the other party block his move?

This move is absolutely unstoppable by ordinary masters, and they will definitely die.

The man in front of him will never be an ordinary master.

Could it be that he is already a half-step master?

At such a young age, he actually has such a strong cultivation level!

Jealousy arose in his heart again.

It is really unfair to go to heaven, and he actually gave him such a high talent.

If he can continue to grow like this, he will be able to surpass himself in less than 20 years.

He would never let something like this happen.
Chapter completed!