But Liu Yan's head turned into a white light, sank into his headless body, and the white light disappeared along with his body.

At this time, Fang Dong, who was standing aside, said calmly:

"Master's wife, don't be anxious first. Xiao Yan may not die. We are immortal servants. How can we die so easily here... If this is the case, Xian Ji wouldn't let us all come in easily."

"This..." The tears stopped in Zhang Li's eyes.

"That's right, that's right, let's go offline first, Xiao Yan will definitely be fine."

After saying that, Zhang Li didn't even say hello, and went straight down and left.

Fang Dong shouted loudly at Liu Zhidong:

"Master, I'll go back to reality first, don't worry, Xiao Yan may not be really dead."

"Okay! Xiaodong, if Xiaoyan is fine, you can go online and report your safety soon... No, don't come up, I will kill this zombie and go back immediately."

Fang Dong nodded slightly when he heard this, looked around at the white bones and skeletons around him, held the magic sword in his hand, and turned into light and returned to reality.

He sighed slightly in his heart. It’s a pity that he had already felt the sign of a breakthrough, but now he is delayed.

In reality

As soon as Zhang Li woke up, she ran into Liu Yan's room in panic, pushed open the door suddenly, and found that her son was still lying on the bed, as if he was asleep.

Her face turned pale, and she trembled and stretched out her fingers between Liu Yan's mouth and nose.

Breathing...is gone!

"Son! My son! Why are you leaving like this? Son!!..."

With a loud cry, Zhang Li shook Liu Yan's shoulders with both hands. The shaking Liu Yan's head was already in a state of pain and his brain hurt even more.

"Oh, mom, stop shaking, if you shake it again, you will be really shaken to death. I'm not dead, so I'm just teasing you."

"Oh, hey, hey, the head hurts so much, mom, you don't know, when the knife came out, my neck felt cold... Hey? Mom, where are you going?"

Zhang Li left Liu Yan hatefully, and when she heard the inquiry, a cold voice came:

"I'll get my feather duster!"

"Hey? My dear mom, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"Don't, I'm 17, I'm grown up, I..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ah!!! Mom, I was wrong and I was wrong. Don't hit, don't hit."

"It hurts, it hurts, Senior Brother Fang, save me quickly, save me quickly."

Fang Dong shook his head speechlessly and watched Zhang Lihan perform terrible domestic violence against Liu Yan with his face!

Liu Yan is so pitiful. He is so young and still a child.

Do you know how much harm a feather duster can do to him?

Anyone who has been beaten knows that this thing hurts to hit people.

"Master's wife! Xiao Yan is still young and still a child, look..."

"Hmm? Xiaodong, don't plead for this brat today?! He is so upset that he dares to pretend to be dead and lie to me!"

"No, Master's wife, I mean, he is still a child and is not sensible, so he has to beat him hard, otherwise he will still be ignorant in the future."

"Well, you're right. Go and bring your master's feather duster, and your master will use it later."

"Okay, send it now."

When Fang Dong came over, Liu Zhidong had already woken up. He knew from Fang Dong that Liu Yan was pretending to be dead and was teasing him, and he was holding another feather duster in his hand.

So, a scene of a man and a woman feather duster mixed with doubles was staged, which was really a human relationship tragedy!

...

Zongheng Boxing General Pavilion

This is a six-story building with gold-plated signs hanging on the roof.

On the middle door of the building, the transparent automatic glass opens and closes with the flow of people. You can see students wearing white kung fu practicing inside walking back and forth.

A black extended sedan stopped and a special driver opened the door. A group of five or six short men with strong energy and arrogant expressions appeared. A man about thirty years old was surrounded by a handsome man of a temperamental temperament. He was wearing a unique Korean practice uniform and a black belt with a black belt on his waist. If anyone who knows it will understand, it is the seventh section of Taekwondo black belt!

The rating of the black belt is that among the black belt ranks, the first to third are new methods, and the fourth to six are masters. In the foreword, Li Min, the representative of the Sun-style Taekwondo Hall, was the sixth, which is also the limit that ordinary people can reach.

The black belt of seven to nine s. The number of black belts will only be awarded to those who have achieved profound achievements in Taekwondo or veterans who have made significant contributions to the development of Taekwondo.

Judging from his appearance, this man was only about thirty years old, so he obviously could not be an old man. He must be a person with extremely high achievements in Taekwondo.

The group surrounded and raised their heads in, and the lead was a slightly tall translator wearing glasses.

"Mr. Li, please, here, this is the main hall of Zongheng Boxing Museum. After you have notified your kicking, even the head of the martial arts museum, Mr. Hong Qing, was extremely afraid and said that he was 'waiting' for you for a long time." The translator said with a smile.

Li Puji nodded coldly and said in impure Chinese:

"Hong Qing, I have some... ability, but... it's not my opponent."

"That's right, that's right, Mr. Li, you are a person who has made a great reputation overseas. You have killed three people with underground boxing. Although Hong Qing is not weak in martial arts, he is more like a businessman and will definitely not be your opponent."

"I'm just waiting for the exchange, so please don't take a heavy hand, otherwise it will be difficult to explain. You know, the financial backer behind Hong Qing is the richest man in Hongcheng."

Li Puji nodded lightly, and the group had already walked into the door and looked up and saw a group of people coming over. People on both sides held red flags and Korean-style simplified Tai Chi flags.

At the same time, there were more than a dozen media members, reporters, and photographers carrying short guns and long cannons, shooting randomly, with flashing lights flashing.

Hong Qing was wearing a strong suit and also wearing a white training suit, with a faint smile on her face, looking at Li Puji who was coming towards her as if she was looking at a pig.

"Welcome to the Zongheng Boxing Gallery to make friends with martial arts. Hong has been waiting for a long time."

Yes, it’s really better to come than to come. As soon as I broke through the internal strength realm, a good piglet came to me to kill!

Deep in Hong Qing's eyes, a sharp blue-red light flashed by without any notice.

"Mr. Li, please, the martial arts competition is ready, please go here."

Li Puji stared at Hong Qing seriously, his brows frowned slightly. He sensitively sensed a dangerous breath from Hong Qing, just like a devil muscle-transformed man he had met in an overseas underground boxing match. The one who had beaten him and vomited blood and almost died.

But, how is it possible? He doesn't look very strong on the outside.

Could it be that the supernatural power on him has been upgraded?... By the way, this country has a universal name called internal strength and mental method. The predecessors of Taekwondo decades ago also highly praised it. It was not until the supernatural element came that it shone with true light, and the country has led the whole nation to start practicing.

It is such a terrible country, so early and so courageous to guide this major event of human evolution.

However, our domestic chaebols only want to conceal, block, and monopolize supernatural powers.
Chapter completed!