"Young man, although your strength is not bad, that's all."

"Because you're going to die soon."

The driver, who was over forty years old, stared at Lin Feng with cold and serious eyes, with an arrogant look on his face, "Go ahead."

"How do you want to die?"

"I'll help you."

As he spoke, murderous aura as cold as winter swept out of his body, rising steadily, causing the air within half a meter around him to crackle.

"Qi refining master?"

A flash of surprise flashed across Lin Feng's eyes.

then.

He regained his composure instantly and said with a nonchalant smile: "Hong Qingbo finally didn't let me down."

"Only a grandmaster-level opponent can arouse my desire to fight."

"Not bad."

"You! It's worth my while to fight."

"Later, you have to use your best skills and go all out."

The driver was a little confused!

Is this young person in front of me a tease sent by God?

Even though death is imminent, are you still trying to be clever?

"Song Ping, take action quickly and kill this bitch for me."

"Then Liu Mengdie will be yours."

"You can play with her however you want."

Hong Qingbo's words were like a stimulant to the driver he called Song Ping.

Before he finished speaking, Song Ping's eyes were already flashing with unconcealable ecstasy and anticipation.

There was a heavy sound in the throat.

"Go to hell!"

Song Ping let out a low roar, rose up, and punched out with both fists.

Fist edge and murderous intent, integrated into one, erupted into a terrifying coercion.

The punch has not yet arrived.

The overwhelming pressure has enveloped Lin Feng.

The space within a few meters is distorting and deforming at a speed and state visible to the naked eye at this moment.

"The bodyguard you have placed such high hopes on will be torn into pieces with one punch from my bodyguard."

"And you are about to become a bitch."

"A bitch that lets men play with it as they please."

"Not only do I want to cooperate with the God of Wealth, I also want to step you into the eighteenth level of hell so that you will never be able to stand up again."

Hong Qingbo's evil eyes looked up and down at Liu Mengdie's sexy and charming curves, and finally landed on Liu Mengdie's chest. While swallowing his saliva, he sighed with excitement, "I'm really looking forward to it. Seeing it

What you looked like when you were reduced to a bitch."

"Will she be as slutty, promiscuous, and mean as the other bitches?"

"If so, that would be so interesting!"

"Hahaha……"

Speaking of his proud moments, Hong Qingbo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Liu Mengdie bit her lip tightly and said nothing.

Although she couldn't see the scene outside.

But I can feel that the temperature outside is dropping rapidly.

An oppressive feeling of suffocation came over my face.

"You go."

"Leave me alone."

Liu Mengdie screamed, "I pay you a salary, not a life."

"You don't have to sacrifice your life for me."

Lin Feng responded domineeringly: "You are my woman, how can I leave you at this time?"

As he spoke, Lin Feng punched Song Ping who came through the air.

‘Bang!’

The two fists collided in mid-air.

A deafening muffled sound erupted.

Waves of energy, like the force of thousands of horses galloping from where the two fists collided, swept away in all directions.

The car that was dozens of steps away was forcefully pushed laterally by this force to hundreds of steps away.

Click!

Song Ping's arms were cracked every inch.

Bloody and bloody.

Under the moonlight, the white bones are clearly visible.

"..."

Song Ping opened his mouth wide.

Not even a single sound could be made.

Full of shock!

It was like seeing the most incredible thing in the world!

He embarked on the path of cultivation at the age of five.

After thirty-five years of hard training day and night, I finally became a master of Qi refining!

And tonight!

After all, not only was he defeated by a young man in his early twenties!

He even had his arms broken by the opponent, his Dantian was shattered, and his entire cultivation was ruined!

"I thought you were worth a fight."

"I didn't expect it to be so weak."

"I just used my power, you just..."

Lin Feng looked disappointed and sighed repeatedly, "It's so cold up there!"

"The feeling of being a lonely master is really unbearable!"

Hear the words.

Song Ping's Qi and blood surged like a surging wave, moving against the current.

Venus was flying in front of his eyes, and blood was spurting out from his seven orifices.

In order to maintain the last bit of dignity, I had to hold on forcefully.

Otherwise, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Until this moment.

Only then did he truly realize:

What he was facing was an unfathomable superpower!

but.

It's too late.

It's too late to regret.

"you you……"

Song Ping's vision was blurred by blood.

Lin Feng in his field of vision looked majestic and like a god.

The overbearing sense of visual oppression comes rampantly.
To be continued...