Wu Feng pushed Dachuan aside, and at the same time stepped forward and stood in front of the four big men with his head held high.

Xiao Dachuan slapped his forehead: "Wu Feng is completely crazy! Could it be that the pressure of work is too great, and he wants to kill himself?"

With one person against four big men, it's not strange that you don't commit suicide!

Just when Dachuan was thinking wildly, the first big man grabbed Ma Zha and rushed to Wu Feng, and smashed it over.

"Run away!" didn't have time to step forward to save Wu Feng, Xiao Dachuan could only shout loudly.

Wu Feng didn't seem to hear it, and when he saw Ma Zha smashing at him, not only did he not retreat, but took a step forward!

This step made Wu Feng close in front of Dahan, and Dahan swung his horse with a "whirring" sound, falling with a sharp momentum, but it only smashed into the empty space behind Wu Feng.

Dahan didn't expect Wu Feng to dodge the attack in this way, he couldn't retract his strength, and his arm almost twisted tendons.

Looking at Wu Feng, who was close in front of him, almost nose to nose, the big man was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back in fright.

At this time, the second big man rushed over, slashed down the iron rod in his hand, and smashed it into Wu Feng's head.

This time, Wu Feng was even more exaggerated, standing there motionless, just tilting his head slightly.

The iron rod seemed to be aimed, and it rubbed down an inch against Wu Feng's cheek, slamming heavily on the ground, stirring up countless sparks.

The remaining two big men rushed over from the left and right respectively, like a vicious tiger pounced, and their four arms spread out and pounced on Wu Feng, about to knock Wu Feng to the ground.

Wu Feng didn't look at the two of them at all, and just as the two big men were about to rush in front of him, his body was short, he bent down slightly, and easily passed out between the arms of the two.

The two big men twisted their heads and watched Wu Feng drill out from an impossible angle, their eyes widened, and their eyes were full of shock and surprise.

When the two turned back, they found that they couldn't stop, and could only watch each other get bigger and bigger in front of their eyes, and with a "bang" sound, their heads collided together.

"Stinky boy!"

"Look for death!"

The two big men touched the big egg-like bag on their foreheads, and they were furious, roaring and jumping up.

The other two also turned back, and the four of them stood together again, rushing towards Wu Feng like crazy.

The four big men were completely enraged, and this round of attacks was even more ferocious.

And Wu Feng's expression became more and more indifferent, let the four of them shout again and again, the offensive was like a tide, Wu Feng was like a butterfly playing with flowers, lifting weights like a light dodge the attack of the four, so leisurely!

Xiao Dachuan, who was standing next to him, looked completely stupid, his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and after looking at it for a long time, he muttered a few words in his mouth.

"Grandma's bear-Huang Feihong!"

In Xiao Dachuan's eyes, these four big men didn't seem to be attacking Wu Feng at all, but like assisting Wu Feng in acting.

Because every time they attacked, the four big men waited for Wu Feng to dodge before they hit down.

Where did Xiao Dachuan think that the four big men were actually even more depressed.

In the eyes of the four big men, Wu Feng seemed to be able to anticipate the attack of the four, and always dodged in advance before the attack of the four came.

The four big men circled around Wu Feng for a long time, needless to say that they hit Wu Feng, and they didn't even touch the edge of Wu Feng's clothes.

Seeing that Wu Feng was becoming more and more proficient in evasion, there was also a hint of excitement in his eyes.

This is precisely because Wu Feng used the ability of his right eye to predict the movements of the four people in advance, so he was able to anticipate the enemy prophet.

After hiding for so long, Wu Feng became more and more proficient in the ability of his right eye, and at this time, under the excitement, Wu Feng raised his eyebrows and decided to fight back.

As soon as he turned around, Wu Feng picked up a greasy, black frying pan from the stove next to him and smashed it to the side.

But there was no one at all where the pan fell, and the nearest big man was three or four paces away.

Seeing that Wu Feng's first move failed, Xiao Dachuan couldn't help but stomp his feet, and secretly said in his heart: Wu Feng is okay to dodge, but it's not good to beat people? Is it that he only practiced Ling Bo Weibu, not even the Nine Yin True Scripture?

Who knows, when Wu Feng's frying pan had just been photographed and had not yet been put away, a big man next to him who wanted to sneak attack from behind stepped on an empty wine bottle, slipped under his feet, his body took off, and he rushed forward.

And where his head flew out of the aim, it was the black bottom of the pan in Wu Feng's hand.

The pan in Wu Feng's hand didn't move, looking like it looked like the big man took the initiative to hit his head.

The big man tried desperately to hide, but his body was in mid-air but he couldn't control it.

He could only watch as the black pot bottom, which was covered in grease and ash, grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, filling his vision in an instant.

With the sound of "bell-", the big man's face hit the bottom of the pan firmly, and his body fell to the ground with a "plop".

Wu Feng lifted the pan, and a trace of a face was faintly imprinted under the originally swarthy pot.

The face had its eyes closed and its mouth wide open, and it was vaguely discernible that it was a terrified expression.

"Handsome!" Xiao Dachuan clenched his fists, couldn't help but shout hello, and said secretly in his heart: It turns out that the Nine Yin True Scripture has also been practiced.

The big man who hit the bottom of the pot staggered up from the ground, and his face was black except for his eyes, as if he had put on a black mask.

"Stinky boy, if you have the ability to hit me with the bottom of the pot again!" The "black-faced" man wiped the grease on his face, almost vomited in disgust, and cried out with hatred.

Wu Feng smiled slightly: "Okay, then do it again." ”

With that, Wu Feng stretched out his right arm, lifted the pan, and held it in the air.

The "black-faced" man was about to rush forward, but when he saw his face print on the frying pan, he was slightly frightened and involuntarily stopped.

He stopped, but his companion behind him did not stop, and crashed into his back at once.

The "black-faced" big man was hit by that person, and his body couldn't help but pounce forward and rush out again.

"Bell—"

This face hit the pan again with impartiality.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you. ”

The "black-faced" big man jumped up again, and rushed towards Wu Feng with his teeth and claws.

Wu Feng just changed his steps, and the pan changed his position again.

The "black-faced" big man wanted to rush forward, but his head was a little dizzy after the two hits just now, his feet were weak, his body staggered, and he fell forward.

"Bell—"

This face hit the bottom of the pan again.

"Bell—"

"Bell—"

Every time the "black-faced" big man stood up, he could automatically crash into the pan, no matter where Wu Feng placed the pan, it was as if the big man's face was installed with automatic positioning.

For a while, I don't know how many times the pan rang, but the original metallic color can be seen at the bottom of the pan, which was originally swarthy.

After repeated impacts, the "black-faced" man was completely stunned, two bright red nosebleeds flowed down from a dark face, and his legs could no longer stand upright, so he could only bend and walk left and right like a zombie.

Even so, he was still able to accurately find the pan in Wu Feng's hand and bump into it again and again.

With the sound of the last "bell", the "black-faced" man rolled his eyes and slowly fell to the ground, completely knocked unconscious.

Against the backdrop of the dark face, this pair of white eyes looked particularly white and dazzling.

Seeing this, the other big men were completely frightened, and no one dared to go forward.

In their hearts, a voice grew louder and louder.

"Witchcraft!"

"It must be witchcraft!"