1252: C1252 He Was Forced to Take Two Steps Back

C1252 He Was Forced to Take Two Steps Back

Yeh Jingxuan's heart tightened when he saw Jiang Xiaolang getting ready to fight Zhang Yun.

Although he knew that Jiang Xiaolang had a certain level of skill and strength, he was still a five-year-old child after all. How could he compare with a Soldier King?

If something happened to Jiang Xiaolang, how could he explain it to Yeh Beixiao and Jiang Nanxi?

Hence, he strode forward and pulled Jiang Xiaolang, saying, "Xiaolang, don't mess around. Let me do it!"

Jiang Xiaolang curled his lips. "Second Uncle, it's not that I look down on you. You can beat up a ruffian, but you can't hit him!"

Yeh Jingxuan's face turned red because of his words. He said angrily, "If I can't do it, you can do it? If anything happens to you, what do you want me to do? Your father will kill me! "

Jiang Xiaolang waved his hand." Let's compete first! "

Qiao Tianyu walked up and stuffed Hsu Qiaoqiao into Yeh Jingxuan's arms again. She said, "Second brother, stand by the side. I will protect Xiaolang!"

She also had some skills, but she still gave it to Bing Wang for free.

However, she was at the side. When Jiang Xiaolang was in danger, she could use her own energy to disturb Zhang Yun.

Yeh Jingxuan could only look nervous. He hugged Hsu Qiaoqiao and retreated to the side.

Hsu Qiaoqiao was originally sleepy. When Qiao Tianyu turned her hand over, she woke up again.

She did not know what happened, but when she saw Jiang Xiaolang looking like he was about to fight, she immediately shouted, "Mr Tianlang, do your best!"

Jiang Xiaolang turned around and glanced at her but did not say anything.

He calmed his heart and held his breath, controlling the Qi in his body. With the tip of his foot, his small body, like a small cannonball, jumped up two meters high, and rushed towards Zhang Yun.

Zhang Yun stood there casually. He found it funny in his heart. Why did he agree to fight with a little kid?

He won, but his face didn't have any glory either.

If he lost, he would lose even more face. Of course, the probability of him losing was extremely low!

There was one more thing, he would not hurt this wild little beast.

Therefore, when Jiang Xiaolang rushed over like a cannonball, Zhang Yun only extended one hand, and the other hand was behind his back.

He felt that when dealing with this devilish brat, even a single hand was unnecessary.

He originally wanted to use his hand to grab Jiang Xiaolang's shoulder and easily control him.

However, he didn't expect that Jiang Xiaolang would actually dodge his hand, and then suddenly stab his head down towards Zhang Yun's chest.

Bang!

A muffled sound made everyone present tremble uncontrollably.

Jiang Xiaolang's head hit Zhang Yun's chest. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yun felt as if he had hit an incomparably hard rock on his chest, causing him to lose control of his body and take two steps back.

It was only two steps!

But these two steps were enough to shock Zhang Yun and his subordinates.

One should know that Zhang Yun was an invincible weapon king. No one could force him to take two steps back with just one step.

Zhang Yun could only feel the blood and Qi in his chest churning. He gritted his teeth so hard that he could suppress that kind of Qi.

He looked at Jiang Xiaolang in shock. "You, you actually have inner energy?"1

It was true that he was a Soldier King. He had a strong physique, strong muscles, steel-like willpower, and invincible fighting techniques. These were the results of repeated training. However, he did not have inner energy!

And this five-year-old kid had rich inner energy! Otherwise, with just this little guy, it was simply impossible to make him take two steps back.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaolang was bounced back. He fell onto the ground, feeling dizzy.

However, he was like a carp that jumped up from the ground. He once again took a stance.

When he heard Zhang Yun's words, he snorted and said, "Don't be ignorant!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward again.

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