He is 1.9 Meters tall and has a weeping willow tree! Chen Feng fought his way back to Sijiu City from the deep mountains and old forests. At the beginning, he was carrying the skin of a tiger he had just killed, and hit the "God of War" stupid column with a stick against the mountain, causing him to become paralyzed!
There is nothing that one punch can't solve, if so, then two punches!
In this era of scarcity, when others were still plotting for half a pound of stick noodles, Chen Feng casually threw out wild boar legs and dried venison, making the neighbors in the courtyard weep.
Xu Damao: "I just made a mockery, and he crushed the brick into powder in front of me. I almost died on the spot!"
Yi Zhonghai: "Don't mess with Chen Feng, he is a living king of hell who has killed people and seen blood!"
Looking at the beasts kneeling in the courtyard begging for mercy, Chen Feng sneered and untied his sheepskin jacket: "You want to tell the rules? My fists are the rules!"
Very well written