Gao Qiang was completely powerless, and he watched the fist fall down. He had lost his martial arts skills, but his eyesight was still there. Was this punch hitting his chest or a slightly tilted part of his heart.

Judging from the big man's appearance, he probably had the strength of a hundred kilograms of punch, and he might be able to kill himself with one punch.

The man's face showed a hesitation at this moment. His arm swung into the air, and his tiger fist turned into an iron palm, and he threw it straight towards Gao Qiang's face!

Bang!

This palm was full of strength, and Gao Qiang was depressed. Zhang Wuji was slapped by Yin Susu, and Hu Qingniu slapped him when he saved Wang Nangu, and the head of Kunlun, He Taichong, also slapped him.

I am so good that I was slapped by Zhao Min a few days ago, and now I am slapped by passers-by of this small character!

The strength attached to the slap is true at all. Gao Qiang felt a hot and painful feeling on his left cheek, his left ear buzzing, and a few golden flowers seemed to appear in front of him, and he even cursed in his heart: You passerby, don't let me catch the opportunity...

The Mongolian man here doesn't care what Gao Qiang thinks. After waving his hand, he waved it backwards and actually hit Gao Qiang's right cheek with the back of his hand. He looked like that, he had to beat Gao Qiang's face into a steamed bun to be willing to do so.

A storm of wind was brought on the back of the hand, and it was about to fall on Gao Qiang's face.

"Slow down!" With a delicate shout, Gao Qiang looked at a circle of silver objects flying over, and circled the man's hand like a snake attached to his bones for a few times, and then he wanted to hold the man's slap that was about to fall.

The man was furious and didn't care about anything. With his hand, he pulled the silver object over and a crisp and delicate shout followed, with a slight pain in his voice. It was obvious that the person who made the sound just now suffered a loss.

Gao Qiang listened to the crisp and gentle voice, very familiar. He seized the opportunity and looked around and saw Huier, who was Gao Qiang's speculated Zhao Min, wearing green satin clothes, with her hands empty, and a red mark on the palm of her right hand slowly spread out, and a faint black mark was around her.

Behind Hui'er was the disfigured Kutou Fan Yao. He stood there casually, not even bothering to open his eyes.

The big man was holding a long silver whip with the tip of the whip in his hand and the handle of the whip fell to the ground.

Hui'er looked at the big man with anger. It was obvious that the big man was angry just now and pulled the long whip that wrapped around his arm, but it was unexpectedly the thing in Hui'er's hand.

Gao Qiang lay on the ground and thought to himself: This little girl, regardless of whether she was Zhao Min or not, was playing with her long whip, but she had no strength and was snatched away by someone.

The Mongolian warrior who had snatched the long whip was sweating profusely. He knelt on the ground, crawled forward, kowtowed one step at a time, and then walked to Hui'er's feet, and then folded the silver whip respectfully into a circle. Then he raised his hands high and presented it to her eyes. His mouth was fast and anxious, and he was full of Mongolian words. His voice trembled, and he was obviously extremely scared.

Hui'er also spoke the murmur Mongolian language, but she only spoke two or three bytes, but the Mongolian warrior said a lot, kowtowing while talking.

Gao Qiang could hear clearly from the side. It was a real kowtow. The blue bricks on the ground were banging loudly. He could feel the vibration coming when he lay on the ground, but Hui'er's face became more and more gloomy.

Not sure what happened, Huier suddenly shouted and stopped the Mongolian warrior from kowtowing. She was slow and slow and didn't know what to say. Gao Qiang watched her face slowly turn from pink to calm, thinking that she had bypassed the Mongolian warrior.

The Mongolian warrior kowtowed on the ground a few times, stood up, gritted his teeth, stretched out and pulled his arm, which was injured by Gao Qiang, and pulled out a long knife from his waist. A sudden green light flashed and he chopped off his right arm!

Gao Qiang was almost shocked! The warriors next to him didn't say a word, and Kutou Tuo didn't even open his eyes. Huier - Gao Qiang was already completely sure that she was Zhao Min, otherwise Kutou Tuo wouldn't follow her! Zhao Min blinked her eyes and didn't care at all.

But she said something quickly, obviously dissatisfied with the warrior. The warrior gritted his teeth and clattered, sweating was flowing on his forehead. The remaining hand held the handle of the knife and waved the steel knife inverted. His ability to use the knife was indeed great. This knife was inserted into the shoulder blades of the remaining arm, and it seemed that it was going to be ruined.

Bang! The broken arm and the knife landed on the ground together. The warrior is now standing there with a broken arm hanging, bloody. He can't help but pierce his head to the ground, and he touches his head with blood. Zhao Min stood aside and frowned, not knowing what he said.

Among the three remaining warriors, one of them held the injured warrior out, and the other two carried Gao Qiang to the bed, and then the two worked together to bring the bed frame into another room.

Apart from a wall, the house was arranged exactly the same. Zhao Min clapped her hands and all the warriors retreated. The Kutou Takuo pestled there, just like an old monk entering into meditation, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Zhao Min came to Gao Qiang's bed, gently stroked Gao Qiang's face with his little hand, and asked softly: "Brother Wuji, does it hurt? Does he hurt you when he hits you? Don't worry, he slaps you, and I will ask him to accompany you with both arms!"

The pain on Gao Qiang's face was touched by her warm little hands, and she took a breath of air conditioning. It hurts, but it is comfortable, and it is indescribable.

But a cold feeling in my heart rose. Does this girl not take people seriously, so young? Also, I really don’t know how she fell in love with Zhang Wuji.

But anger slowly surged in his mind. He was originally an adult, and he knew what impulse and reason meant, but it didn't mean that he was cold-blooded!

"You, you! Why do you want his arms? He just slapped me. At worst, I can slap him dozens of palms to exhale. How could you cut off his arms?" Gao Qiang said and became excited, "He will be disabled for the rest of his life!"

He was actually not too excited about this. If he thought about it psychologically, he was actually angry about Zhao Min. He had such a hateful heart at such a young age! After that chapter is old...

Zhao Min said strangely: "He hits you, do you still have to protect him?"

Gao Qiang's face was red, his blood was rising, and he said angrily: "It's not that he hit me, I want to protect him. Everything makes sense. How can you do this?"

Zhao Min stood up angrily, "Medicine jar!"

It turns out that Gao Qiang has been ill these days and has taken a lot of medicine, so it is called a medicine jar.

"Pharm jar, don't be ungrateful. If someone beats you, you will make that person pay a heavy price. Those who bully us must pay a bloody price. This is the words left by our great ancestor Genghis Khan. Humph! Awesome people!"

After saying that, the little girl ran away. Gao Qiang was stunned for a while, just thinking about the words in his heart - those who bully us must make him pay the price!

But he felt disgusted, thinking that she was right, but he felt that the practice was too cruel and unkind - he knew that there should not be a woman's kindness, but Zhao Min's practice was too cold and she was too young.

In a coma, coupled with the pain on his face, he fell asleep again at some point.

When he woke up again, Zhao Min was still standing in front of his bed, holding his hands in a daze, with a small stove next to him steaming hot soup on it.

She saw Gao Qiang awaken, and ignored her, just lying on the bed alone, staring at the wall in a daze.
Chapter completed!