in this world.
The real masters are called "warriors".
Warriors have different realms and are generally divided into four levels.
Warrior, martial artist, martial king, martial emperor.
Each level is divided into "levels".
Level one to level nine, with level one being the weakest and level nine being the strongest.
The red-haired boy was fifteen or sixteen years old and had already reached the fourth level of warrior.
At his age, he can be said to be one in a million and extremely talented.
pity.
He met the monster-level Lin Qiyang.
Eighteen years old!
He is already a ninth-level warrior!
Go one step further.
It’s a martial artist!
The ninth level is the fourth level.
It can be called a father beating his son!
If you can successfully advance to martial arts.
Lin Qiyang is the youngest martial artist in history.
An eighteen year old martial artist!
It is enough for many established forces to fight to the death!
The injured Yu Qian felt unspeakable in her heart when she saw Lin Qiyang standing up for Wang Peng and stepping on the soles of the big shots from the capital and rubbing them hard.
She didn't expect that Lin Qiyang would be willing to stand up for Wang Peng.
Lin Qiyang took a breath and exhaled heavily.
Looking at the red-haired boy who was stepping on the soles of his feet, he said: "I only give you one choice. Kneel down in front of Wang Peng and kowtow three times. Say that you are wrong and thank him for saving your life. That will be the end of it." "
The red-haired boy grabbed Lin Qiyang's ankles with both hands.
But no matter how hard he tried.
He just couldn't move Lin Qiyang's feet, which weighed a thousand kilograms.
"Kowtow to your mother's head, it's more like you kowtow to me!"
"Snapped!"
Another slap without mercy.
It fell on the red-haired boy's face.
The face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Two of his teeth were knocked out by the slap.
"Fuck! You're riding a horse..."
The red-haired boy's mouth was full of blood and he was extremely angry.
He struggled to get up from the ground, but Lin Qiyang refused to give him this chance.
In the car not far away, a black-haired girl was reading quietly. Everything happening outside seemed to have nothing to do with her. An old man sitting in the passenger seat looked at the scene outside the car and said with worry: "Miss, just... Are you watching the Sixth Young Master being trampled on the ground like this?"
The black-haired girl raised her eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice, "It's good to give him a lesson, so that he can know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."
The old man sighed, "Although this is the truth, the identity of the Sixth Young Master is here. If we really kowtow to others and admit our mistakes, our family will not be able to live with it. If this matter spreads, it will inevitably make outsiders laugh. Our family.”
The black-haired girl turned a page, her eyes moving, "In that case, Mr. Zhou can figure it out..."
"As you command!"
…
Seeing that the red-haired boy died refusing to block his gun, Wang Peng kowtowed and admitted his mistake.
Lin Qiyang was too lazy to waste any more time.
Reach out.
Just grab him by the collar.
Drag him.
Like dragging a dead dog.
Step by step, he walked towards Wang Peng's body covered with white cloth.
The red-haired boy kicked his feet straight.
Sliding on the ground.
Holding Lin Qiyang's wrist with both hands.
No matter how hard he tried.
Use all your strength.
He just couldn't break free from Lin Qiyang's iron-like hand.
Drag the red-haired boy to Wang Peng's body.
When he was about to push him to the ground and kneel down.
Suddenly a voice came from behind:
"Where did you come from, boy! How brave! Let go of my sixth young master immediately! Otherwise, I will cut you into pieces!"
Everyone turned back to look at the old man at the same time.
When the red-haired boy saw him, he seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and shouted in surprise: "Mr. Zhou, help me!"
Mr. Zhou gave the red-haired boy a reassuring look.
"who are you?"
Lin Qiyang glanced at the old man indifferently.
"Haha, you don't need to know my identity, and you are not qualified to know it. A ninth-level warrior is really powerful! I didn't expect that a person like you could come out of the small Jiangzhou City. But a warrior is a warrior after all, and he is in a different realm from me. Woolen cloth!"
Finished.
The old man named "Mr. Zhou" shook his arms.
A powerful aura emanated from his body.
The pressure forced those nearby to take several steps back.
The clothes on his body also lifted up without any wind.
Shockingly.
He is also a warrior!
No!
Martial arts master!
Mr. Zhou is a martial artist!
And he is a third-level martial artist!
It is a level higher than Lin Qiyang.
The red-haired boy stared at Lin Qiyang with sinister eyes and laughed wildly:
"You brat, you see, this is a follower of our family. Every follower is a third-level martial artist. Crushing you to death is as easy as squeezing an ant to death. Let me go immediately if you know how to behave. I can keep you alive. Whole body!"
Everyone else looked at Lin Qiyang with pity on their faces.
I originally thought that Lin Qiyang could seek justice for Wang Peng.
But now...
A third-level martial artist actually appeared!
Lin Qiyang looked calm.
He directly held down the red-haired boy's head and made him kneel down.
A cold light flashed in Mr. Zhou's eyes.
"you wanna die!"
The next moment he disappeared.
The speed was so fast that everyone could only see an afterimage.
Lin Qiyang didn't even look at it.
Just extend a fist.
"boom!"
Two punches connected.
There was a crack in the air.
The powerful air wave knocked everyone around back several steps.
When I go to see it again.
Lin Qiyang was still standing there, motionless.
After Mr. Zhou punched him.
Then he took several steps back.
Then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He clutched his chest.
It took a strong breath to keep from falling.
This scene.
The people present gasped in shock.
Yu Qian opened her mouth with a shocked expression.
"Mr. Zhou, what are you doing?"
The red-haired boy was puzzled.
A third-level martial artist fights a ninth-level warrior while hanging!
But Mr. Zhou seemed to be joking.
He actually lost!
Mr. Zhou looked at Lin Qiyang fearfully, "Sixth Young Master, this kid is hiding his strength. His strength is not what it seems, at least it is above the level of a martial artist!"
Martial artist or above.
It’s King Wu!
The eighteen-year-old King Wu!
The only one in the world!
The red-haired boy's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.
Lin Qiyang retracted his fist, looked at Mr. Zhou and said, "Are you coming again? If you don't dare to come, just get out! He's determined to knock his head today!"
"Impossible, impossible. How old are you, how could you be King Wu? Fake, fake, all fake." The red-haired boy was greatly shocked in his heart and said incoherently.
Mr. Zhou cupped his hands to Lin Qiyang and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry for my blindness, but I can't see the mountains. My little brother is so powerful at such a young age... As long as my little brother can let my sixth young master go, today's matter will be treated as such." Didn't happen."
Lin Qiyang sneered: "I still like your unruly attitude just now!"
Mr. Zhou was ashamed.
Wiped his forehead.
Little did he know that the young Lin Qiyang was actually stronger than a martial artist. If he had known it, he would not have dared to fight Lin Qiyang even if he was beaten to death.
After thinking about it, Mr. Zhou said: "How about this, little brother, our family is indeed at fault in this matter. We are willing to compensate the policeman who died while blocking the gun for our sixth young master. We will compensate him a large sum of money." , enough for his family to have enough food and clothing for several lifetimes, what do you think?"
"It's not that good!" Lin Qiyang looked coldly, "It is appropriate to compensate and apologize!"
Seeing that it didn't make sense, Mr. Zhou's face became pale, "Little brother, this is not how you handled the matter. I know that you really want to seek justice for that little policeman, but people cannot be resurrected. Even if my sixth young master kowtows, he will not be able to do it." You won’t survive! You think so?”
Lin Qiyang, "I just want justice!"
