Hit Wu Ming, he doesn't need to be in such a hurry when he is in a hurry, this is the so-called new way of playing.

"You should call Seven, this is the new way you said, I'm afraid it's teasing us. Many people couldn't bear it anymore and said it.

The strong man called Biao Lei has several green tendons on his face, and he can ...

"It's not interesting to go heads-up, it's better to have a 100-person scuffle! Team up freely, who can have the last laugh, that's really amazing, isn't it?"

The reason why Wu Ming put forward this idea was not a temporary whim, because when he saw the so-called Biao Lei for the first time, he sensed that something was wrong, and the aura flowing on his body seemed to be extremely close to his body, but in the case of the latter's almost anger just now, there was a subtle change, and there seemed to be a sense of detachment.

It is even said that in this person, it seems that there is the taste and figure of others, and someone said before that he has never used all his strength, perhaps it can be said that he did use all his strength, but the other extra power attached to him is up and down.

If he is fake, then where is the real one?

Looking at the future, there are so many sturdy big men, most of them are on the side of Biao Lei, and the very few hesitant existences are unlikely to help Wu Ming, and when the time comes, it will really be as Wu Ming said, let's go together.

Wu Ming knew that if he dealt with the fake Biao Lei in front of them here, then the real one would be able to get through the trick completely, and it would not be so easy to find it when the time came.

And the fake Biao Lei dares to set up the ring here, which shows that he is extremely confident in himself, and the real Biao Lei should also appear in this crowd, unless Wu Ming tests all the good players present one by one, he can lock on to the real body.

If it weren't for Wu Ming's extraordinary strength before, his words would have been regarded as whimsical sarcasm.

Fake Biao Lei looked up to the sky and laughed, the muscles of his face trembling in the sunlight, he rubbed his teeth, and said in a calm and indifferent tone.

"Big scuffle, I really don't know what kind of ghost you have in your head, could it be that you are a thug sent by the Fifth District!"

At the first time, Wu Ming was labeled with another label, calling some killers from outside the prison to come in, and all the other five districts had done it, but as a result, all of them failed.

"Then, please!"

Accepting Wu Ming's proposal, they naturally gave way to Wu Ming, and then selected a hundred good players on the spot and boarded the Jingxuantie ring together.

Once on the field, Wu Ming will no longer have any reason to quit the stage, and it is impossible for those people to give him this reason.

These carefully selected prison players, as far as the eye can see, each of them has a negative oxygen strength value of more than forty, and a few are close to sixty.

But after taking the stage, Wu Ming sat down in the ring, and his unbelievable behavior aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, and then there was a lot of complaints among everyone.

"Biao Lei", which should have been regarded as the core of everyone's attention, was also completely put aside.

"Go up together and greet him, it's so arrogant that I don't even pay attention to Brother Biao. ”

A group of people besieged violently, Wu Ming sat on the ground without changing his face, just waiting for everyone to come, and the so-called siege group fight was nothing more than that.

Wu Ming didn't move the slightest, allowing these people to leave one mark after another on his body with solid fists and dull feet, and from beginning to end, these attacks were no different from tickling.

Even if many of these people suspected that Wu Ming's behavior was strange and that he might make a big move, looking at a person who was sitting on the ground and pretending to be kicked and beaten and it was difficult to fight back, they would not consider this aspect of the factor anymore.

Because the scene was so chaotic, those who watched the play from the outside world could only see the chaos in a mess, and they didn't know what the battle was like.

Soon, Wu Ming let out a subtle sigh, got up from the ground, and covered his whole body with a protective shield, releasing enough force to bounce those people away.

Just now, Wu Ming silently counted the number of people who shot in his heart, and everyone who had done it to him had been carefully investigated, and even the power that hit his body He had made reasonable and well-founded speculations, if it weren't for this, they wouldn't even be able to get close to Wu Ming's body.

But the result was unsatisfactory.

As soon as Wu Ming's power unfolded, these people were undoubtedly shocked and flew out, and since Wu Ming's body was the center of the circle, dust and mist rose one after another, enveloping the entire ring in it.

In the mist, two figures stood faintly.

Then.

One of them stretched out a few fingers and tugged at the air slightly, and the fog that confused the vision was swept away, and the fog seemed to be like a layer of tissue paper that had been torn apart.

The person who made the shot was the fake Biao Lei, and except for him, the hundred good players who came to power seemed to have been defeated.

It can't even last a quarter of an hour, and there is also a rather water-filled component of Wu Ming in it, which means that whether these people can even survive Wu Ming's move is a question.

Spike, that's an absolute spike.

The people lying on the ground on the ring field, some of them were broken and wailed, some were struggling with their ribs broken, and even some of them were fanned into pig's heads and didn't dare to see people, basically losing their combat effectiveness...

There was a lot of fuss, but it still became one-on-one.

"Go ahead!"

"Fate seven, count you as powerful!"

The two of them said a word each, and rushed towards the positions of both sides.

The moment the two touched, the figures of Wu Ming and Fake Biao Lei actually disappeared into the ring at the same time in full view of everyone, but the afterimage of the collision could still be seen in the air with subtle observation.

The strength value displayed by the fake Biao Lei at this time has jumped to about a hundred, and the strength they are showing now is beyond the imagination of the people present, and in that short moment, the fist wind of the two of them bombarding each other is crackling.

But after a series of collisions, the footsteps of the two also stopped.

Fake Biao Lei, gasping for breath, this kind of high-intensity offensive even he couldn't stand it.

On the other hand, Wu Ming's side was calm.

The force attached to the fake Biao Lei suddenly broke without warning, and Wu Ming's fist bombarded the place where his arms met, and suddenly there was a long-lost sound of bones breaking, and the entire arm underwent a fairly obvious twisted deformation.

Wu Ming's blow was slightly stronger than hitting those people, but the area where Fake Biao Lei's arms were hit still showed comminuted fractures.

But just as Wu Ming was about to get close to him, an accident happened.

An astonishing energy convergence of the qi blade slashed in front of Wu Ming, and if Wu Ming took a step forward, the power would definitely hit Wu Ming.

Although this force could not hurt Wu Ming, it had split the entire Jingxuan Iron Ring in half.

While feeling this power, Wu Ming's head was also tilted to the side, and he saw a rather interesting figure there.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

The real Biao Lei is hidden in the shadows, and it is also an unexpected existence.