As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere of the scene changed suddenly.

Originally, it was a light wind, but now, it is a tense state ready to break out at any time.

The plaster man moved his neck and said coldly: "Choose!"

"I'll pick that!"

Brother Dilong couldn't bear it, and pointed to a man in a suit with a gloomy face.

Don't look at him as just a random finger, but in fact, there is a scheming in the dark.

According to his observations, of all the men in suits, only the one chosen was the shortest and had a relatively ordinary standing posture.

In the end, it should be the weakest in the field.

The plaster man smiled slightly: "You have a good eye, and you know that Xiaofang is the most dish." ”

Brother Dilong sneered smugly, and his eyes flashed with a fine light.

The smallest aspect of the dish smiled and walked out of the queue under the jealous eyes of the men in suits.

"What! It's Xiao Fang!"

"Why don't you choose me!"

"It's a pity, I still want to fight!"

The men in suits, who were originally cold, complained because they were not selected.

This scene made Dilong and the others listen to it, and they almost lost their anger to vomit blood.

Look at the tone of these people, as if they treat us like soft persimmons crushed at will?

Is it really good to be so confident?

Xiao Fang took a step forward and stood in the center of the two teams, like a wall.

"Who are you guys going to fight?"

Obviously, he is not a man of many words, and his first sentence carries an arrogant killing intent.

Brother Dilong didn't speak, and a man with a flower arm came over with a machete behind him.

"Let Lao Tzu meet you shit!"

From the opponent's appearance, his own side has been suppressed, even if the clay man still has three points of anger.

Not to mention that the gangsters are already arrogant.

"Kill him!"

"the dwarf!"

"Let the dwarf die!"

The thugs roared and cheered.

The flower-armed man was greatly encouraged, picked up the machete and rushed over to slash.

Call!

The knife brought the wind to the wind, but it fell into the air.

At critical moments, Xiaofang's shorter height gives full play to the advantage of flexibility.

With a slight squat, he dodged such an attack.

The flower-armed man was slightly startled and wanted to raise the knife again, but Xiao Fang snorted and crashed into his arms.

Bang!

With the sound of the bitter head breaking, the flower-armed man fell to the ground in pain, and the knife also fell to his feet.

Brother Dilong's pupils shrank: "This guy is actually a practitioner!"

The heads-up level of the man in the team is enough to rank in the top five.

How can the other party be a mediocre person if it is so easily cleaned up?

From the blow just now, he could see that Xiao Fang was using techniques such as martial arts.

Listening to the plaster man, Xiao Fang is the weakest in the team.

So what level should the others be?

Thinking about it, the fear in the forehead of the earth dragon was even worse.

Amateur and professional martial arts play, isn't this looking for death?

"Now, who else?"

Xiao Fang stood there, looking like a general.

The gangsters' faces were as pale as earth, and they all knew how powerful each other was.

There was silence.

Xiao Fang spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm: "It turned out to be just a group of wastes who are afraid of death!"

Under the so-called contempt, there must be brave men.

A tall, black-vested thug approached with a hose in hand.

"Your Excellency is so big-mouthed, even if we are inferior to you, how can you humiliate at will. ”

The man in the vest stood there, tall like an iron tower.

His height is directly proportional to the diminutive Xiao Fang. It's as if one is Mount Everest, and the other is a small hill that can be seen everywhere.

When the gangsters saw this scene, they were secretly relieved.

Dashan is the number one player in the team, and he is so much taller than that Xiao Fang, maybe he really has a show?

Xiao Fang smiled slightly: "I admire your courage, so you fall down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved, and when the man in the vest didn't react, he punched him in the jaw.

Click!

The man in the vest fell to the ground with his jaw dislocated, his eyes closed, and he completely fainted.

Quiet.

A quiet atmosphere that makes you sweat.

The gangsters are terrified, even the mountain is lost, how can this be played?

"Is there anyone else?"

Xiao Fang's faint words were like a sharp sword, making everyone's hearts ache beyond words.

A long silence.

Xiao Fang continued to ask, "Is there anyone else?"

Still the beauty replied, he shook his head disdainfully, and then looked at the plaster man.

The plaster man sighed, "Why are they all a bunch of waste?"

was pointed at his nose and scolded, and the gangsters didn't dare to fight back.

What can be done? The strength of the people is there.

"Your Excellency, your subordinates are all martial arts masters, and we are indeed inferior. It's just that what I can't figure out is why these martial arts masters want to come to the world, aren't they afraid of being canceled by the Jianghu people!"

Brother Dilong asked with a pale face.

Each circle has its own rules.

As far as he knew, martial arts masters had always been arrogant and looked down on ordinary people.

Therefore, they rarely make a move against ordinary people, after all, they will be despised by their peers.

What he is pinning on now is that he hopes that the plaster man will take care of the face of the rivers and lakes and let himself leave safely for the time being.

It's also unfortunate to find the stairs down.

Unbeknownst to him, the plaster man was on crutches and limped over.

"Boss. ”

Xiao Fang said with a nervous face.

"I'm fine, you can go back to the team. ”

Waiting for Xiao Fang to obey the order to return to the team, the plaster man appeared in his position just now.

"My martial arts are half a bucket of water, and I was seriously injured, which of you will break through? The rules are the same as before, whoever wins me, you can all go. ”

As soon as these words came out, Brother Dilong's mouth cracked, can he still play like this? This person is almost disabled, and he still looks down on people?

"I'm coming!"

A stocky, short-pantsed thug stepped out.

He could see that this guy was very reluctant to even stand, how could he be his opponent?

Moreover, the opponent has difficulty moving, as long as he attacks from a distance with a little obscenity, this is not a 100% victory?

Thinking of this, the man in shorts picked up a stone on the ground and prepared to copy the plaster man and throw it over.

"Can you still play like this?"

Some thugs were stunned by their brother's outrageous actions.

Are you beating a disabled person and still cheating like this?

Brother Dilong shouted excitedly: "That's how you want to play!"

With such a lewd attack, it's hard for a man in shorts to lose.

However, his smile only holds ***.

As a gunshot rang out, a smile of joy turned into horror.

It's not just him, but the gangsters are also grinning, can you still play like this?

You seem to have gone a little too far!

Poof!

The man in shorts had bloody bullet holes in his chest, and he fell down with a confused face.

Even when he was dying, he didn't understand why the other party could be so shameless?

What about a good martial arts competition, but you use a gun?

The plaster male user blew away the smoke of the revolver and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I brought two!"

The corners of Brother Dilong's mouth twitched.

I really don't know what to say.

You can't play with force, you can't play shamelessly, how can you play this?

Without hesitation, Brother Dilong chose to admit defeat: "We are defeated!

There was no way out, and he had to do it to save his life.

"Oh. ”

The plaster man nodded faintly: "I will deal with you later." ”

After finishing speaking, he regained his crutches, walked slowly and with difficulty through the crowd, and came to Qin Hao.

Everyone's eyes widened, as if they had almost forgotten Qin Hao because of the appearance of the plaster man.

Now, what is this guy doing?

In the eyes of everyone, the plaster man threw away the crutches, knelt on the ground with a pop, and shouted, "Master!"

(End of chapter)