With the umbrella of the sect.

The purple-haired man came down the mountain with some coils and rations, and indeed, he did a lot of evil things that were almost the same, but he was avoided every time.

Martial arts, sects, all of them are umbrellas, and they are even more intensified in his misdeeds like a tiger.

Spending all day drinking, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, those entanglements are naturally not enough.

After going back and forth, Brother Tiger also saw that his kung fu was good, so he took some effort to keep it by his side.

Usually, in places that cannot be detected by the armed police, collecting some protection money, or expanding some power, it is all led by this purple-haired man.

Like kidnapping Ding Ze now, in his eyes, a waste-like rich second generation is not a matter of being caught.

In the past, Ding Ze might have been a little nervous and scared, and silently endured a beating.

But now, he has a system to protect himself, not to mention that he has a gun license and a certificate of pardon for killing, how can there be a reason to cowardice!

Ding Ze snorted disdainfully, and was about to disdain to speak, when his expression changed.

In his head, the voice of the system sounded.

"Ding-dong. ”

"The right arm has been restored, increasing the proficiency of "Jin Xuan" by 37. 537/5000 has been completed so far. ”

He paused, his face a little strange.

"Jin Xuan" is a physical cultivation method, ordinary people become stronger by cultivation, and the system only needs to be proficient, which is logically much easier.

But he was still thinking about how to obtain this proficiency, but he did let him know that he could increase his proficiency after recovering from injury.

His face was hot, and then he was a little bitter, if he calculated it like this, wouldn't he be able to increase his proficiency even if he was beaten, and even the growth rate was not slow.

"Don't be afraid! On the road of growth, being beaten is commonplace, for the sake of my body," Ding Ze nodded firmly, and roared magnificently, "I want to be beaten!"

Everyone was stunned, even Brother Tiger and the purple-haired man, and then looked at him with strange expressions, glanced at each other, and nodded together.

Such a cheap request, how did he shout it, and it was so loud.

Could it be...

When the little gangsters saw the sand eagle in Ding Ze's hand, and then looked at him who seemed to be looking up to the sky and roaring, but in fact, observing the surroundings, they couldn't help but shudder.

Could it be... No, it must be another routine! They even retreated, just sticking to the factory, and no one dared to look at him.

"Ding-dong. ”

"A routine that has been seen through, congratulations to the host for obtaining 1092 routine points. ”

The sound of the system sounded, and Ding Ze was stunned.

looked around, looked at the sand eagle in his hand, and shook his head with a helpless smile.

He really wanted to be hammered, but as for the routine, he really didn't do it.

But this unintentional routine, I accepted it unceremoniously. Ding Ze smiled and nodded to the gangsters.

In their eyes, this smile was like a demon, which was terrifying, and some saw Ding Ze looking at this, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly avoided his gaze.

"Boy, will you break your legs yourself, or will I break your limbs?" the purple-haired man grinned and said with a cruel smile.

He twisted his neck, wrists, joints clicking.

Brother Hu's complexion also changed in vain.

Even though he knew that the purple-haired man was strong in kung fu, and even where he came from, he was mentally prepared, but he still didn't expect that he could be so tall, really big, and that muscles all over his body, looking really... Really hard.

And the purple-haired man also sneered, crossed his arms, and looked at Ding Ze mockingly.

In his opinion, even if Ding Ze was holding an unknown pistol in his hand, it looked like a vase, it was just a louder voice, and it would definitely be difficult for even his own skin to penetrate.

Obviously, his sect practice "Tiger Armor" gave him a lot of confidence.

Ding Ze's face was dazed, he rubbed his neck, looked up at the huge figure, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

As the flames erupted, the purple-haired man was slightly stunned, and then changed color drastically.

He fell to his knees, blood gushing from his knees, and even a little gray-white bone marrow!

He stared incredulously at Ding Ze and the barrel of the gun that was still emitting white smoke.

Bursts of pain spread from the center of the circle and spread throughout the body in an instant.

His hands were on the ground, his face was pale, cold sweat was oozing from his forehead, and he let out a low roar in his throat.

Obviously, even if the operation of "Tiger Armor" made him muscular and his body expanded several times, he still couldn't resist a bullet.

* Bullets!

However, his muscles are also many times stronger than ordinary people.

The bullet was only halfway through and landed in the middle of his knee.

Maybe this really proves that "Tiger Armor" is indeed powerful, it is not a vase that looks mighty, but the bullet stays in the knee, which is more painful than shooting through it directly!

Even though it hurts, the bullet stays in the body, and it almost hurts a lot.

The purple-haired man was constantly shivering, it was a shiver of pain. Even if the throat roared non-stop, it didn't roar.

His face turned pale, and then his complexion changed suddenly, and a burst of sweetness came from his throat, and he clenched his fists, and the green tendons spread from his arms upwards, bulging high and squirming.

His eyes were red, and he swallowed the sweetness in his throat again.

If this mouthful of blood spurts out, he really loses. It doesn't matter if you're embarrassed, there are special treatment drugs in the sect, but Ding Ze still doesn't let go...

The purple-haired man raised his head and stared at Ding Ze viciously, with a lot of fear in his eyes.

Obviously, what scared him was nothing more than the * in Ding Ze's hands!

"I'm a little embarrassed to see you that way. Ding Ze lowered his head, lifted the ground on his toes, his face was a little red, and he was stunned when he looked at everyone.

Delicate red... Binocular discharge... Male... Tall...

Everyone's faces were pale, even Brother Tiger was a little sluggish.

From Ding Ze's eyes, behavior, the amount of information he knows... It's a bit huge... It also needs to be digested and digested...

Most of the thugs present were tall and tall, even if they were much worse than the purple-haired men, they were still extremely obvious.

At this time, they all had cold faces, and many of them bent their knees, making them seem to be much lower than others.

But there were three or five others who were also blushing, raising their eyebrows at Ding Ze with an expectant expression.

They squeezed out of the crowd and stood at the front, but because of the sand eagle in Ding Ze's hand, they didn't dare to step forward, and they looked hesitant.

The surrounding thugs looked at Ding Ze, and then at the three or five big men who were eager to try, all of them squeezed around, leaving the place to those few people.

These three or five big men, the little women looked at Ding Ze with complaining eyes, and muttered in their mouths.

"If he had said he liked this kind of fetish, then he would have used such fanfare..."

Ding Ze knew that he had no intention of acting, but he caused such general consequences, thoughts.

But the sound of the system sounding in his head made him guess more or less.

"Ding-dong. ”

"A disgusting routine, congratulations to the host for obtaining 1352 routine points. ”

"Ding-dong. ”

"A complaining routine, get a routine point 304 routine points. ”

Seeing the arrival of the routine, Ding Ze's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

That's what he wants, and he really doesn't care much about the routine.

I believe that I am pushing the wind and helping the waves in the back, and I am afraid that the entire H province will know that he has such a "habit", which will help him a lot in his future routines.

One of the big men looked at the other big men who also looked hesitant, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and was about to walk towards Ding Ze.

Another violent gunshot knocked him to the ground.

His face was dazed and frightened, but after a while, he didn't notice any pain in his body before he raised his head and looked in the direction Ding Ze was pointing.

That's where the purple-haired man was.