The strongest security guard for a female president

Chapter 627

But looking down, Bai Zifan asked with a wry smile, "Are you here to trouble me, or are you here to sell agricultural products that are unsalable?"

When people come out, they either put dry ice or sprinkle flowers, and the masters come out with fallen leaves flying in the air, but this is the first time Bai Zifan has encountered it accompanied by soy beans.

After speaking, Bai Zifan stepped on the soybeans that had rolled to the ground, but as soon as he stepped on it, Bai Zifan's face changed.

This guy uses soybeans not for the sake of being funny, not to mention that the round soybeans are easy to fall when stepped on, and it makes people unable to exert force from their feet. This guy is creating a battle field for himself.

Sure enough, even if he was stepping on soybean grains, Qian Zhaoyong still walked smoothly, and what made Bai Zifan couldn't help but want to scold the street was that this guy can even trot, this is so unscientific.

When the reality was that Gao Guofeng rushed towards Bai Zifan so unscientifically, and even punched Bai Zifan very steadily.

A fist of this speed did not pose any threat to Bai Zifan at all, but when he was waving his palm to block, just as he was about to exert force, he swiped his foot, and the force was lost all of a sudden.

Easily pushing away Bai Zifan's soft palm, Qian Zhaoyong hit Bai Zifan's chest with a punch.

The struggling Bai Zifan backed up too fast, his feet were unstable, and he half-knelt on the ground.

When Qian Zhaoyong rushed over again, Bai Zifan tried to pounce with all his strength, but just as soon as he stepped on the ground with his right foot, he swiped and fell directly on the ground.

Fortunately, Bai Zifan's reaction was not slow, and he rolled on the ground in a hurry. Although he had no image at all, he finally avoided Qian Zhaoyong's trampling.

Somewhat staggeringly, he got up from the ground and stood firm, and Bai Zifan looked at Qian Zhaoyong with serious eyes.

Bai Zifan, who has been a mercenary, is naturally not as conservative as traditional warriors. As long as he can win, he should do whatever it takes. Even if Qian Zhaoyong becomes a soybean man, there is nothing wrong with it.

The basic skill of martial arts is Zhamabu. As the saying goes, if you don’t practice martial arts, you will end up with nothing. Bai Zifan’s hard work in Zhamabu was in vain. In front of Huangdouxia, he didn’t have a solid and steady footwork, and his combat effectiveness was [-]% Not left.

Seeing Qian Zhaoyong rushing towards him again, Bai Zifan breathed a sigh of relief, and performed the Kung Fu of the Thousand-jin Drop, his feet twisted on the ground, and the tyrannical force directly crushed the round soybeans under his feet, and Bai Zifan finally had a place to stand on.

He stretched out his palm to wrap around Qian Zhaoyong's fist, and pulled back hard. Bai Zifan pulled Qian Zhaoyong down in front of him and bumped him hard with his shoulder.

As soon as Qian Zhaoyong was knocked back two steps, Bai Zifan jumped up and kicked Qian Zhaoyong with both feet.

Standing still, Qian Zhaoyong slid his soles on the soybeans for five or six meters before stopping. With his arms pressed down, Qian Zhaoyong looked down at Bai Zifan's twirling feet, and immediately guessed why Bai Zifan Suddenly I can stand still.

With a cold snort, Qian Zhaoyong rushed over again.

With a quick shot, after blocking several punches from Qian Zhaoyong, Bai Zifan's fist landed directly on Qian Zhaoyong's chest.

However, Qian Zhaoyong's whip kick also kicked over, and Bai Zifan, who managed to stand still, did not dare to move, so he could only tighten his muscles and endure the blow.

Qian Zhaoyong didn't expect Bai Zifan to resist the beating so much. After stretching out his hands to block Bai Zifan's palm, he bent forward and hit his head heavily on Bai Zifan's body.

This time, Bai Zifan was standing still but could not stand still, and he directly left the footprints that he had finally guessed.

Bai Zifan also became ruthless, grabbed Qian Zhaoyong's clothes to stabilize his figure, and then punched Qian Zhaoyong in the face.

Qian Zhaoyong reached out and grabbed Bai Zifan's elbow to block the punch, and Bai Zifan's knee hit Qian Zhaoyong's leg hard.

Although one hand was about to hold onto Qian Zhaoyong, Bai Zifan's two legs were freed, so in this way, Bai Zifan still made a profit.

After the left leg is kicked, the right leg is kicked, the right leg is put down, and the left leg comes again.

Qian Zhaoyong, who couldn't stand the pain from being kicked, roared angrily, and spun around on the spot. Taking advantage of Bai Zifan's lack of time to attack him, he grabbed Bai Zifan's right hand that was holding his clothes, and pulled hard, leaving a piece of The clothes were torn, and Bai Zifan was finally thrown out.

But what Qian Zhaoyong didn't expect was that as soon as he landed, Bai Zifan rolled on the ground and returned to Qian Zhaoyong's feet again.

Just as Qian Zhaoyong raised his foot and was about to step on it, Bai Zifan grabbed the trousers on his leg and pulled hard, and he climbed onto Qian Zhaoyong's body all at once.

Qian Zhaoyong felt a chill when a man climbed onto him, but what made him more disgusting was still behind. Bai Zifan's flexibility was far beyond his imagination, and he didn't understand what was going on. Bai Zifan, who was crawling, had already climbed up to his back, kicked his feet on Qian Zhaoyong's slightly bent calves, and jumped straight to the top of Qian Zhaoyong's head, his legs clamped Qian Zhaoyong tightly. neck.

With his neck tightly strangled, Qian Zhaoyong's eyes widened and he raised his head and punched Bai Zifan on his neck.

After throwing two punches in succession and being caught by Bai Zifan firmly, Qian Zhaoyong, who was about to be strangled to death, had no choice but to bite down hard on Bai Zifan's thigh with his long mouth.

Bai Zifan didn't expect to meet an opponent who was as stinky and shameless as himself today. He hooked his left leg and smashed his heel hard on Qian Zhaoyong's stomach.

While he was screaming out of breath, Bai Zifan's thighs suddenly exerted strength, and his whole body jumped up. Just as Qian Zhaoyong thought he had shaken off Bai Zifan, Bai Zifan fell down again, with his legs bent and his knees bent. It hit Qian Zhaoyong's shoulder heavily.

Suffering from the pain, Qian Zhaoyong hurriedly leaned forward to throw Bai Zifan out, but Bai Zifan flicked his legs and left again. When he fell, he knelt directly on Qian Zhaoyong's back this time.

As soon as Qian Zhaoyong used the kung fu of the heavy pendant, Qian Zhaoyong felt that he suddenly became a tortoise with a camel stone stele, and the kid on his back was too heavy.

Qian Zhaoyong, who was firmly suppressed by Bai Zifan, couldn't even stand up straight, let alone throw Bai Zifan away with all his strength.

Qian Zhaoyong, whose back was heavy, was flushed from the pressure, and Bai Zifan, who was pressing on the back, also exerted all his strength, his face was as red as that of Guan Gong.

The two immediately became deadlocked. Qian Zhaoyong staggered forward, and before he could take a step, the soybeans under his feet were crushed by the weight of him and Bai Zifan.

"Bai Zifan, why are you still standing there? Hit him on the back of the head!" Wang Bingxue, who had been watching the battle, shouted hastily.

Hearing Wang Bingxue's words, Bai Zifan rolled his eyes and simply ignored them.

(End of this chapter)