“Hohuh!”

“Hohuh!”

As soon as he entered the management hall behind the laundry room, Zhang Ling saw Huang Buewei's fat body, lying on the imperial chaise longue and taking a nap, snoring like thunder. It seems that this management uncle is really comfortable. He lives this little life, but he doesn't have two delicate concubines around him to serve him.

Huang Buwei did not react at all to Zhang Ling's arrival, and he still snored like thunder. As a result, Zhang Ling kicked Huang Buwei hard on Huang Buwei's calf, directly awakening Huang Buwei.

"Manager Huang, I'll withdraw my wages for Qingqing." Zhang Ling explained his purpose straightforwardly.

"Qingqing? What Qingqing? Let's go, don't make trouble!" Huang Buewei was feeling comfortable taking a nap, and the most annoying thing was being disturbed. Zhang Ling kicked him up and he felt very unhappy. However, he was sleepy and was too lazy to bother with Zhang Ling. When he woke up, it would not be too late to settle the score with Zhang Ling slowly. He waved his hand impatiently and asked Zhang Ling to get out of here. He actually turned his head and fell asleep again.

"Manager Huang, I'm in a hurry. You'd better handle it for me now!"

Zhang Ling came forward expressionlessly, and stretched out his hand and pulled Huang Buwei directly from the recliner. After experiencing the incident last night, his strength became very strong. With such a casual slight slight, he could drag a weight of hundreds of kilograms without even using his true qi. Huang Buwei's more than 200 kilograms are indeed nothing. If he uses his true qi, it should not be difficult to demolish the hall of the management.

"Crash...gululu...puff!"

Huang Buewei, who was thrown into a mess, finally lost his sleepiness. He almost smashed the floor, so what else is there to sleepiness? He opened his eyes and saw clearly that it was Zhang Ling, and he was furious. He had already despised Zhang Ling very much, and he often knocked on the other party when he received the intention of the superior, and he was even more angry at this time.

But when he saw him getting up panting, he clenched his fists hard, and said viciously: "Bastard, you are seeking death! Before your uncle takes action, you'd better kowtow a hundred times to the uncle immediately and avenge him! Otherwise, I'll stuff your head into my butt!"

Zhang Ling clapped his hands casually, as if he had slapped the dirty things on his body, and said leisurely: "Manager Huang, why are you chattering? I'm here to withdraw the wages for Qingqing! Hurry up!"

Huang Buwei said angrily: "You still want to get your wages? Go and die!!"

Without thinking, Huang Buwei punched Zhang Ling in the chest with one punch, and the fist wind was stirring and the tiger was powerful.

It seems that an external sect manager like him has no talent for cultivation, so he can only learn some miscellaneous studies, that is, martial arts that are not included in the nine-grade central system arrangement. For example, the Overlord Fist, the Iron Sand Palm, the Five Tiger Breaking Sword, etc. However, thanks to the attention of the Third Room, the Overlord Fist he practices is not powerful, and it can be considered extremely powerful, and its power is quite considerable.

"Dong!"

Huang Budwei's overlord fist hit Zhang Ling hard.

Zhang Ling had no reaction at all.

Huang Buewei was stunned.

What's going on?

Zhang Ling was not defeated by himself?

His own Overlord Fist can even defeat a powerful demon wolf.

It seems like Zhang Ling, who basically doesn’t need fists, just fists can be directly overturned!

Huang Buewei really couldn't explain what happened, which led to such a strange situation. It should be noted that Huang Buewei, who was angry, did not hold back at all. He used 10% of his true energy, and his lethality was increased to the extreme. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Ling was punched hard by him, and even if he didn't die, he would be disabled. With three bedrooms behind him, he was not afraid of any serious consequences.

In fact, Huang Buwei always felt that Xia Chenhu was too brave. He dared not kill anyone. In fact, even if a waste like Zhang Ling was killed, what could he do? As long as you do things a little hidden, the Xia family's law enforcement hall would not seriously investigate it. Among the seven elders of the law enforcement hall, three of them came from the third room, and they would definitely not pursue it.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ling waved his hand gently and slowly twitched Huang Buwei's face.

Huang Budweiser's fat face was immediately beaten as if it was blooming, colorful and brilliant.

Zhang Ling's move was actually not very strong, and there was only a little bit of true energy in his fingers. However, such a little bit of true energy hit Huang Buwei's face, and his whole cheeks were completely deformed. Who said Zhang Ling's true energy was emitted by the Haori Tathagata Glazed Golden Body Art? Huang Buwei was lucky to be able to enjoy the power of the third-grade martial arts.

Huang Baiwei was furious and subconsciously cursed: "You are looking for death..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, his face was gently slapped, making it even more beautiful.

Zhang Ling's strength was just right, and he hit Huang Buwei's face in a colorful way. He would be as brilliant as he would be. However, he did not knock Huang Buwei out of it, nor did he knock him away. It turns out that he was standing there for exhibition. If outsiders saw it, he would be frightened. Huang Buwei's face was simply terrible! That was not a human face at all!

"you……"

"I...well..."

Huang Budweiser was finally beaten to death.

He is not a fool. After being slapped twice in a row, he naturally understands the power of it.

After all, he is a person who has reached the third level. Although he is a little older and has basically reached the end of his cultivation, this third level is real. Even if Leistor fights him, he cannot abuse him so easily. He really can't believe that Zhang Ling, who cannot merge with the beast soul, can abuse him.

That's right, this is simply abuse, a special slap in the face. He wanted to avoid it every time, but he couldn't do it every time. He was hit hard every time. After each time, his face was heart-wrenching. He hoped that he would faint, but he could never faint.

He understood that this was because Zhang Ling's martial arts skills were much higher than him. He didn't know where Zhang Ling learned the martial arts skills, and why he suddenly became so strong. Anyway, he is definitely not Zhang Ling's opponent now. He had no other way except being repeatedly slapped by the other party's face. He even had no chance to commit suicide.

Fortunately, Zhang Ling did not take serious measures against him, and did not dare to really beat him to death or crippled him. This was Huang Buwei's only comfort. It seemed that Zhang Ling was very concerned about the third bedroom of the Xia family, for fear of being retaliated by the third bedroom. Therefore, he did not dare to do anything too outrageous. He made up his mind secretly that as long as Zhang Ling did not dare to take serious measures, he would want the other party to look good when he recovered.

However, Huang Baiwei's relief seemed to have come a little earlier. Suddenly, a burst fist suddenly became bigger in front of him and then hit his dantian heavily. The dantian was where the spiritual soul was. What was stored inside was the beast soul.

"Dong!"

Huang Budwei's beast soul shattered suddenly.

How can the power of the bronze hammer's full-strength attack be underestimated?

How could Huang Buwei resist the power of the Haori Tathagata Glazed Golden Body Art?

This was already Zhang Ling's mercy. Otherwise, he could have beaten Huang Buwei to death with one punch.

However, Zhang Ling doesn't like killing people. For him, killing Huang Buwei would be a cheaper one. Turning him into a waste is the best choice. He wants Huang Buwei to live in pain forever from now on, and taste the taste of pain well.

"Oops! Not good!"

"This kid wants to destroy my beast soul!"

Huang Buewei screamed subconsciously, his mind was blank.

His reaction was too late. When he emerged from this consciousness, his beast soul had been completely destroyed. In the face of the power of the Haori Tathagata Glazed Golden Body Art, his beast soul was directly crushed into powder. Compared with the thunderstorm broken beast soul, he took another big step forward.

The next moment, Huang Buwei's fat body flew up like willow catkins, smashing directly through the wall of the management hall, landing heavily beside the laundry pool, smashing all the thick square bricks. The moment he landed on the ground, Huang Buwei completely unconscious. He spat out a large mouthful of blood. The splashed blood drew a beautiful arc in the sky.

"Ah? Oh my God!"

"What's going on?"

The women next to the laundry pool were all stunned.

Huang Buewei was actually beaten out of the management hall by Zhang Ling! It seems that he is still very injured.

Zhang Ling, who had just walked past them, was laughed at by them, slowly walked out of the management hall as if nothing had happened, and leisurely patted his sleeves, as if he felt that Huang Budwei had dirty his clothes.

For a moment, all the laundry women were silent in front of Zhang Ling and did not dare to say anything. The clothes in someone's hands drifted far and far away with the water, but they did not notice them. The women who just said mocking Zhang Ling were secretly hiding behind the crowd, hoping to find a hole to drill down.

They didn't know what was going on with Zhang Ling. However, they knew that Zhang Ling was no longer the Zhang Ling of the past. Zhang Ling had become very powerful now. Even Huang Buewei was dealt with by Zhang Ling. If Zhang Ling wanted to deal with them, it would be enough to just stretch out a finger.

Zhang Ling seemed to have seen nothing, and it seemed that he had done nothing. He came to the side of the hall leisurely and said to the frightened accountant gentleman next to him: "Give Qingqing's wages! And all the deposits paid by Qingqing will be paid back! From now on, Qingqing will not work here!"

Huang Buewei was beaten to death and was lying on the ground with blood all over his body. The accountant did not dare to neglect Qingqing's wages and returned all the deposits that Qingqing had paid before. He was afraid that Zhang Ling would not be satisfied, so he deliberately packed all the silver coins and copper coins in small cloth bags and sent them respectfully to Zhang Ling's hand with a flattering smile on his face.

Zhang Ling took the small cloth bag and threw it casually. He was sure that he had not been deducted, so he came out of the management hall leisurely, swept the silent women at a glance, and left.
Chapter completed!