When I turned my head to look at the gray and white two, I suddenly exclaimed: Oops!

It's a bit difficult to deal with these dozens of men in suits, not to mention two masters of ancient costumes.

Zhang Dali obviously also found the problem, he used his force to slam the two people in front of him, and then said to me seriously:

"Run if you can!"

After saying that, Zhang Dali grabbed my arm and threw me to the back of the road quickly.

Although he didn't fly far, he was able to get out of the encirclement of the man in the suit.

Several men in suits noticed his plan and hurriedly walked around him, trying to stop my escape.

Zhang Dali took a step and bent over to sprint, like a predatory beast, hugged the waist of one of the men in a suit, and then continued to rush forward without stopping.

The body of a man in a suit knocked three or four people rushing towards me in a row.

Zhang Dali stopped in front of me steadily, his hands into fists, one hand on his wrist, and the other hand hidden on his waist, forming a shape and meaning, and slowly bent down.

The ground is all horizontal and vertical, and all the men in suits are lying with curled bodies.

In a short period of time, more than half of it has been cleaned up by Zhang Dali.

But I know that these little minions are not worth mentioning, and the most important thing is the two costume masters who rushed over.

Zhang Dali listened to the movement of me not leaving, lowered his voice and said:

"Don't leave yet, what are you waiting for?"

I looked at the scene in front of me worriedly, and the gray and white not far away, like two grim reapers, were approaching Zhang Dali.

I gritted my teeth and took a few steps back, then turned back and said:

"And what do you do?"

Zhang Dali said in a deep voice:

"Go to Master, I should be able to resist for a while!"

I nodded vigorously before continuing to step back.

Men in suits kept rushing towards Zhang Dali, this man I just met today, although he was skilled, he still couldn't resist the sharpness of the sharp knife, and there were blood marks of varying degrees on his back, arms, waist and abdomen.

At this time, I only heard a cold voice behind me:

"Still trotting?"

As soon as the words fell, before I could turn around, someone kicked me in the back.

As if he was pressed against his back by a piece of cold and hard steel, he staggered forward in an instant and rolled out.

By the time I finally stabilized myself and was about to stand up, I was already holding a straight sword in front of my neck.

Standing in front of me was the gray-robed man just now.

He has a sharp beak and monkey gills, and although he is wearing ancient costumes, he doesn't look like a good person at a glance.

After squinting and tilting his head to look at me for a while, he grinned and asked:

"Who are you, little one?"

I glanced up at the gray-robed man, then quickly lowered my head, did not answer him for the time being, and quickly turned my head in my head, thinking of a way to escape.

On the other side, Zhang Dali confronted the white-robed man.

The white-robed man was obviously much stronger than the gray-robed man, and the momentum on his body was different.

Even in the face of Zhang Dali, whose hand was hot, the sword behind his back was never unsheathed.

The white-robed man walked towards Zhang Dali with his hands behind his back expressionlessly, and the men in suits who were blocking the way hurriedly and consciously gave way.

Zhang Dali turned his back to me at this time, and he couldn't see his expression clearly for the time being.

But the white-robed man was the first to speak:

"Xingyi, it's a coincidence, when the old man was young, he also practiced for more than ten years, why don't you come to it?"

I saw Zhang Dali's back fall together, and he must have been gasping for breath to recover his strength.

Without waiting for Zhang Dali to answer, the white-robed man had already moved his fists and feet, putting on an extremely standard starting fist posture that was even more imposing than Zhang Lao.

After Zhang Dali saw the white-robed man's fist posture, he hesitated for a moment, but finally put on a fist posture.

In order to seize the opportunity, Zhang Dali took the lead in launching an offensive, rubbing his feet and sliding on the ground, hiding Lulu with both hands, virtual and real, it seems that it should be his most powerful move.

The gray-robed man who had used his sword against me turned his head with interest.

Seeing Zhang Dali's fist about to attack, my heart rose to my throat.

I kept expecting the white-robed man to be knocked down with a punch.

It's a pity that reality is always cruel!

The white-robed body was like a phantom side, and the fists turned from defense to attack from the side, and the fists hidden under the armpits were like a dragon going out to sea, and with the sound of the fist wind, it hit Zhang Dali's left cheek firmly.

"Bang!"

Zhang Dali's whole person was directly knocked out, and in mid-air, the blood and saliva in his mouth mixed and spit out, and finally smashed heavily on the ground.

Zhang vigorously trembled his arms and tried to bite his bloody teeth to support him, but he tried three times in a row, but all of them failed.

Crawling on the ground has no strength, and has no combat effectiveness.

The white-robed man pinched his fisted fingers, looked at Zhang Dali on the ground with contempt, and said:

"It's just a half-ass. ”

I anxiously looked at Zhang Dali, who was lying on the ground, and couldn't think of any useful solution for the time being.

Time passed quite quickly, with half an hour left, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

If I don't find a way to go back to school, then the wolf will kill me without them doing anything.

Of course, there is also Xu Zixuan, who fell into the Wang family......

At this time, the gray-robed man finally turned his gaze back, picked my chin with the tip of his sword, and asked with a sneer:

"I won't ask a second time. ”

I swallowed my saliva and said:

"My name is Li Xiao, and I am a student in the ninth class of the third year of high school. ”

The gray-robed man narrowed his eyes:

"Students, why are you running to Wang's house to join in the fun?"

Having said that, the gate of the Wang family was opened again, and a high-end black car was parked in front of the door.

From me, I can clearly see that Wang Haojie is protected by many men in suits and is about to leave.

And beside him, there was also a girl escorted, it was Xu Zixuan.

I don't know if it's telepathy, but when I saw Xu Zixuan, she also saw me.

Xu Zixuan, who was already in a calm mood, instantly became excited again, frowned and shouted at Wang Haojie:

"Are you so special, are you enough? let Li Xiao go!"

Wang Haojie squinted at me, his eyes showing a cold light.

He glanced at the people around him, and then, Xu Zixuan was directly covered with his mouth covered and forcibly stuffed into the car.

Seeing Xu Zixuan's crazy struggle, although I felt distressed, I was relieved to think that she should have been taken back to school by Wang Haojie.

After Wang Haojie dealt with Xu Zixuan, he glanced at the watch time, and then walked over to me without hurrying.

When he passed by the cold white-robed man, not only did he not call anyone, but he also thought he was in the way, and arrogantly pushed his arm with his hand.

When the gray-robed man in front of me saw it, the sword in his hand shook instantly.

The gray-robed man didn't say a word, Wang Haojie waited until he moved half a step, then walked straight to me, kicked in his heart, and said with a sneer:

"It's kind of kind of dare to follow me?"

Wang Haojie turned his head to look at the corpse on the ground, squatted down, slapped my face with his hand, and asked with a smile:

"How's it going, is it pretty? Scared stupid?