The Road to Slaying God - Chapter 471

Immediately, the short white man discovered that he was wrong. Nana’s was like a tireless machine, and even the force on that foot had an increasing trend …

Nana’s black figure moved around, moving as fast as lightning, hitting every hit. The audience below the platform was dazzled and stunning.

“Peng!”

“Peng!”

…

With a slamming blow, the short white man was sweating heavily on his forehead. His arms had already felt a numbness, and he could clearly feel that the muscles of his arms had swelled.

What surprised him most was that the woman with a cold face did not show the slightest effort, and the softer body seemed to contain endless power.

“enough!”

When the short white man seemed to be swinging in the storm, a clear and thick baritone sounded in the screams and shouts of madness. In this noisy environment, the sound was extremely clear, Just like a morning bell.

It was Zhang Yang’s voice. He didn’t want Nana to waste time on this waste.

Zhang Yang’s voice just fell, impressively, Nana’s body leaped suddenly, and a slender leg split from the air, like a thunder and lightning …

It’s too fast, and the audience hasn’t responded yet.

The short white man felt a dangerous breath spread in the air, almost an instinct. The short white man exhaled and raised his arms. This foot was so powerful that he had to block with both hands.

“Click!”

A bone-breaking sound that made the heart beat, the short white man felt a severe pain in the heart and lungs from both hands and arms.

Something terrible happened.

The short white man’s arms did not resist Nana’s earth-shattering leg at all. After encountering the resistance of the arms, that leg did not seem to be subject to the slightest resistance, and it was still like a bamboo splitting …

“Click!”

In a scream of horror, the slender beautiful leg split on the cranium of the short white man, making a heart-breaking sound of bone fracture.

“what……!”

“Peng!”

The short white man first made a scream, and then fell straight on the ring, like a dead stake.

The thousands of square meters of land suddenly fell into a repressive silence.

Thousands of eyes looked at the short white man who fell on the ring. This white man, called a rattlesnake, was best at leggings. Because he was short, his legs were supernatural, and the dragon did not turn his head. The nickname of “Rattlesnake”, unexpectedly, such a character did not have a chance to get out of the leg.

The most frightening thing is that everyone can clearly see that the skull of the short white man has collapsed into it.

How much effort does this take?

These days, Nana feels that she has always been agile and erratic, and she wins with her body. She did not expect her martial arts to be so fierce and overbearing. People gave her the nickname of “Medusa” mainly because of her innocence and body. Delicate, not fierce.

This time, people’s eyes were wide open. It turned out that a beautiful and weak woman can also use such violent martial arts.

Just when the audience was silent, Zhang Yang stood up and walked to the edge of the platform to stretch out his right hand.

It’s incredible that just now, the murderous woman’s face was frosty, her long hair fluttered and walked down to Zhang Yang’s face, her body bounced lightly, and jumped out of the ring. The white tenderness was on Zhang Yang’s hand …

In front of the eyes, the two drifted away from the crowd, as if they were immortals.

After Zhang Yang and Nana disappeared at the door, the huge hall was still silent. It seemed that the shocking feeling just now stayed in their minds forever.

That shy face.

The fluttering hair was like black silk.

And the elegant and gentleman’s hand.

Everything is as if in a dream …

“Medusa!”

“Medusa!”

“number twelve!”

“number twelve!”

…

Finally, the underground boxing field recovered the noise it should have had, and some people who came to their senses yelled wildly at the door where Zhang Yangnana disappeared.

Among the crowd, there were pairs of eyes staring closely at the disappearing doorway.

Brother Qiang, Cara, and Su Dafeng and Wen Wu.

Brother Qiang and Kara are thinking, while Su Dafeng and Wenwu are envious.

At about the same time, Qiang and Carla stood up. When they stood up and found that the other was also up, they both froze. At once, they nodded unconsciously …

“Big wind brother, will they be bad for Yang brother?” Watching Cara and Qiang brother get up in the toilet, Wen Wu thought of the problem almost immediately.

“This, probably not, they are dealing with us now.”

Su Dafeng felt that he was a little lackluster. If he didn’t show off, he would not dare to negotiate with Qiang.

“I always feel that they will be bad for Yang.”

“Go, we leave here, as long as we don’t die, they dare not retaliate recklessly.”

Immediately, Su Dafeng and Wenwu also pretended to be in the toilet and disappeared into the crowd.

…

When Su Dafeng and Wen Wu had just left, Kara and Qiang brother appeared on the original seats at the same time.

“They’re gone.” Brother Qiang said looking at the two vacancies.

“They don’t matter.” Carla shook her head.

Inexplicably, the two heroic figures approached a lot because of their publicity.

The enemy of the enemy is a friend, this is the historical law of immortality!

“If that woman doesn’t show up in the ring game tomorrow, then you can deal with two little hair children.” Carla’s mouth smiled coldly.

“If so, I will never forget Mr. Carla.” Qiang brother smiled heartily, and he made a promise. In fact, he has been suffering from no opportunity to cooperate with the American gangs. Maybe it’s a blessing from misfortune.

“I just hope he didn’t get a gun.” Mr. Carla sighed.

“It should not have been taken. When there are beautiful women, men easily forget important things.”

…

At this time, the second round of competition has begun on the ring, and both of them set their eyes on the ring, but what they thought was the clean and lightning-fast hands. Both believed that as long as the hands With a gun, no one can beat him …

“Didi!”

“Didi!”

Almost at the same time, the two looked down at the phone information.

It was almost the same. The two looked up at each other and felt relieved.

Because the news returned showed that Zhang Yang and the female player went out without a gun.

This is definitely good news.

The tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, and the dragon into the shallows was played by shrimp!

Is Zhang Yang a tiger?

Is Zhang Yang a dragon?

Obviously, Zhang Yang is not. Zhang Yang is more terrible than a tiger and a dragon!

…

Chinatown in San Francisco is the largest Chinatown in American cities and has a history of more than 1 year. At the entrance is a dark green Chinese-style archway and a pair of stone lions. The letter of Mr. Sun Yat-sen’s world is a symbol of Chinatown and a symbol of Chinese civilization. The main street is Grant Street. There are many Chinese-style souvenir shops and Chinese restaurants on both sides. The crowds of tourists who come here for sightseeing and shopping are often crowded. Stockton Street, parallel to Grant Street on the west side, is a shopping street for local Chinese shopping …

Chinatown under the night still glows with its unique charm.

Although the streets are not prosperous during the day, tourists are still weaving. Here, I don’t feel strange in foreign countries.

Zhang Yang and Nana walked hand in hand quietly, completely immersed in the world of the two, feeling the heartbeat of the place, and feeling the soft and smooth hands …

“You came.”

Nana suddenly asked an inexplicable word. When Nana asked it, she found out how mentally retarded she was, she was so ashamed that she turned red, and where was the look of the hero, she looked like a child.

“Because you are here.” Zhang Yang gently held the tenderness in his hands, as if to prove that he exists.

“How do you know I’m here?”

“I don’t know, but I stayed here. It seems that there is a force in the bottom telling me that you will appear in this city, and now you appear.”

“is it?”

“Yes.”

“You coax me?”

“No.”

“Oh……”

The conversation between the two was scratching their heads, but this simple chat seemed to be enough for them to communicate. Nana gently leaned her soft body on the flamboyant hair, and her hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall.

The two walked aimlessly, ushered in countless envious eyes along the way.

Undoubtedly, Zhang Yang and Nana are the models of the Golden Boy!

“This is where?”

The two walked quietly and actually came to a square. Even at 12 o’clock in the evening, there was still a lot of people in the square. Many people played chess and poker, and 99% of them were Chinese. The people who walked casually communicated in Chinese, and the two seemed to be in China’s square.

“San Francisco Chinatown Garden Corner Plaza.”

“Let’s change places.”

A look of disgust flashed in Zhang Yang’s eyes as he watched the crowds of gambling and the pile of garbage.

“Let’s go.”

Nana sighed. She knew why Zhang Yang was uncomfortable. The Garden Corner Plaza was the birthplace of San Francisco, the birthplace of Chinatown, and the main leisure center. The elderly are here to relax, and children come here to have fun. Tourists come here for sightseeing. Wanderers also linger here; some large-scale community activities are also held here, which is a very popular square in this city. However, due to various factors, Garden Corner Plaza is also a place with relatively poor environmental sanitation.

The garden corner is divided into two floors, and the middle-aged and elderly Chinese people come here for leisure. Poker is usually played on the upper level, and chess is played on the lower level. The environment on the upper level is fairly clean, but trash, such as paper, food bags, fallen leaves, and homeless clothes, can be found almost everywhere on the slopes near the three sides of the street, on the bottom of the bench, and on the side of the fence.

“If China’s bad-rooted surname is not eradicated, when will it be powerful?” Zhang Yang kept dodging amongst the trash.

(To be continued)