Frankie took off his sunglasses, wiped the dust off them with his shirt and put them on again. Then he began to look at the stranger in front of him and said in his distinctive curly voice, "red haired man, have we met before?"
Zhang Han shook his head and said to himself, I''ve seen you, but in animation
"Do you know this is the super Frankie''s house? Dare to make trouble?" Frankie looked at each other in surprise.
While talking, a group of younger brothers also responded. It''s not an earthquake, but someone came to smash the field! The people took up arms one after another and surrounded Zhang Han inside. They put on a ferocious expression one by one and smiled coldly from time to time.
Looking at him is like looking at the fat sheep slaughtered
This battle was far from frightening Zhang Han. He shrugged and said faintly, "I know what you want to say. It''s just a fight. Come on!"
When he finished, he didn''t give Frankie a chance to speak and rushed up with his fist.
Frankie didn''t expect that the strange red haired man said to fight. He didn''t procrastinate at all. Instead, he was stunned for a moment.
When he recovered, Zhang Han''s fist had already blasted on his chest.
Bang!
Frankie was bombarded by a huge force, and involuntarily flew backwards out and hit the gravel pile. The collapsed gravel buried his body and splashed some smoke.
After a while, Frankie stood up again, his arms raised high, his body tilted, put on that very coquettish classic posture, and cried, "I''m a fire breathing reformer who has been transformed by my body! Your soft fist can''t hurt me at all!"
Zhang Han smiled and said, "well, that punch just now was just saying hello to you. Next, I''m going to be serious!"
He came here to make Frankie consume coke. He didn''t really fight. Of course he wouldn''t do his best.
"You damn red haired man, inexplicably demolished my home and fought with me inexplicably!"
Frankie''s eyes were cold, his strong arms crossed his chest and said fiercely, "no, I can''t stop anyone this week! My anger will be hard to calm if I don''t twist you into a rag!"
After that, Frankie took a long hard breath, his chest expanded a lot, and then a flame burst out of his mouth.
This kind of low-end attack can barely deal with ordinary pirates. In front of Zhang Han, it''s not enough.
He didn''t move. He raised his palm. The huge fire seemed to be called inexplicably. A brain compressed and condensed in the palm and turned into a fireball the size of a tennis ball.
"How can it be? Boss Frankie''s high-temperature flame can burn through the steel plate, and this guy took it with empty hands...!"
"Is he a fruit power?"
The younger brothers trembled with weapons, and their bodies could not stop shivering. I can''t help but feel a little timid at the thought that I am facing those with the ability of demon fruit.
"Is that the only level? It''s really disappointing!" Zhang Han threw away the fireball and joked.
Frankie''s face stiffened and turned to anger. "Don''t be too arrogant, red haired man!"
His right hand, stronger than his thighs, clenched into a fist, while his left hand held his right elbow and shouted, "strong right hand!"
In an instant, the huge fist and half of the arm were sprayed out like shells. Look carefully, there is a strong iron chain between the arms.
In the face of the attack, Zhang Han still didn''t move. He raised his left hand and grabbed the iron fist. In his words, he stimulated again, "the power is much stronger than the flame just now, but if you want to knock me down, it''s still a little worse!"
"Left hand weapon!"
Before the right fist was taken back, Frankie hurriedly raised his left hand, his forearm Gong up slightly, exposed the four muzzle of the wrist and aimed at Zhang Han.
Just listen to the sound of "Da Da", countless bullets were sprayed.
Zhang Han''s right hand slowly drew a circle in front of him, and a translucent Tai Chi picture floated out. The bullet hit it, rippling layers of fine ripples, but it could not penetrate the defense of Taiji diagram.
Seeing this, Frankie stopped shooting, his forearm returned to its original position, raised his left palm, rotated 90 degrees like a machine, revealing a larger muzzle.
The palm of the left palm, which became horizontal, became a sight, aimed slightly, and a shell burst out.
Boom!
The flames splashed everywhere, and the huge smoke covered Zhang Han''s figure. The Tai Chi diagram in front of me trembled violently, and then snapped and cracked.
"Did you kill him?"
"Should have killed it!"
All the younger brothers whispered and stared at the figure in the thick smoke. When the smoke and dust dispersed, he was shocked to find that Zhang Han not only stood still, but also his clothes were as clean as ever
Opposite, Frankie was also surprised. What fruit did this guy eat? Fire doesn''t work, nor does Shell! It hurts!
Frankie looked at the sea not far away, and his heart moved. No matter what fruit this guy ate, as long as he was capable, he was not afraid of the sea!
If you shoot him into the sea, he will die!
"Red haired boy, you forced me!"
Frankie raised his arms and held them flat in front of him. Two metal tubes extended between his arms and butted together. Holding the slender muzzle in his left hand, he aimed at Zhang Han.
Bang, bang!
The gun barrel between the arms suddenly produced a huge suction, and the air in front of the body was constantly inhaled. At the same time, the two already very strong arms expanded twice again, becoming much thicker than the average person''s waist.
Zhang Han looks more serious. In the face of this move, if he holds a playful attitude again, I''m afraid he will suffer a loss.
Low drink, "armed color hardening!"
The right hand clenched into a fist, wrapped around it, quickly turned into black skin, extending from the fist to the forearm. It is black and shiny, and its hardness is countless times higher than that of steel.
Opposite, Frankie was ready and said word by word, "the wind is coming!"
An air gun shoots out from the gun barrel at a high speed. The ultra-high-speed friction air reflects white light. The explosive terrible wind almost condensed into essence. Even Frankie himself, who fired the wind cannon, was shocked back several steps by the huge recoil force.
In an instant, Zhang Han waved his right fist and blasted at the top of the air gun.
One side is the long-standing air gun, and the other is the iron fist with armed color and domineering essence. The white light and black light bombard each other. From a distance, it looks like two vibrating hemispheres crashing violently in mid air, and no one will let anyone.
The power of Fenglai gun is really good, but it still can''t break Zhang Han''s domineering iron fist.