Of course, Liu He has to go back to call someone, if Wan Feng goes back to call someone, who can he call if he is not familiar with life?

Liu Hefei generally went up the river embankment and rode Wan Feng's car to the city.

Wan Feng took advantage of the cover of the woods and quietly touched forward.

Wan Feng didn't understand why there was this forest inside the embankment, shouldn't the forest appear outside the embankment?

Covered by weeds and trees on the ground, Wan Feng quietly touched the vicinity of those people about twenty meters away, and lurked in a clump of artemisia grass.

Xia Qiulong and the person who was probably called Xiao Wu were surrounded in an open space with an area of about twenty or thirty square meters.

Wan Feng predicted that this vacant land was most likely cleared by someone for a picnic or a date.

There were a total of six people around Brother Xia and Xiao Wu, and there was one person leaning against a tree and pointing outside the circle.

"Xia Qiulong, you can't imagine that Lao Tzu is back again, how did you deal with Lao Tzu back then, and how Lao Tzu will deal with you today!"

Xia Qiulong in the circle sneered: "Li Gu, don't talk about such useless things, hurry up if you want to do it, don't look at the number of people you really don't care." ”

Li Gu let out a burst of laughter from the owl who vomited when he heard it, and the crow was also dizzy when he heard it: "Xia Qiulong, you also have today, today is your unlucky day, brothers! Beat me, beat me to death! If you die, dig a pit on the spot and bury it." ”

Li Gu is not a threat, if he can do it, he really dares to kill Xia Qiulong here, it is because Xia Qiulong has been away from his hometown for five or six years, and his resentment towards Xia Qiulong is deeper than the ocean.

The six thugs surrounding Xia Qiulong waved the sticks in their hands and surrounded Xia Qiulong and Xiao Wu.

Xia Qiulong only has a bamboo pole in his hand that is still more than two meters long, and he obviously does not have an advantage compared to the stick in his opponent's hand.

In the past two years, he has somehow fallen in love with fishing, and often appears by the Hongshui River every now and then to fish, not to eat the fish he catches, but to enjoy the fun of fishing.

Except for Xiao Wu, who also likes fishing, the rest of the people have little interest in sitting by the river.

When he came in the interest of fishing, the rest of his men came with him at first, and then they simply stopped coming.

In Liu He's words, watching the eldest brother you fish, it is better to sit on the side of the road and watch the girl.

So now they all went to see the girl fishing, and only he and Xiao Wu were the only two.

In the past two years, there have been no incidents and accidents when he has gone to this river to fish, and Xia Qiulong has relaxed his vigilance in his heart, and he has almost brought fishing gear with him the last few times he has gone to the river to fish, and he has nothing else.

Today, when the former enemy came to seek revenge, the only weapon in his hand was a bamboo fishing rod, and he didn't even have time to get a stick in the woods.

"Little Wu, I resist them, you rush out and call someone. ”

Xia Qiulong's face was grim and said to Xiao Wu behind him.

Li Gu looked up to the sky outside and smiled: "Rush out and call someone, don't dream, neither of you two want to leave here today, abolish them for me!"

The gangster picked up the wooden stick in his hand and was the first to make a move on Xia Qiulong, and the wooden stick in his hand smashed at Xia Qiulong's head with a whining sound.

At the same time, Gangster B also smiled at Xiao Wu, pressing step by step.

The rest of the thugs were on the lookout.

Xia Qiulong is also a veteran of a hundred battles, how could he be knocked down with a stick, his head was lowered suddenly, and the stick of the gangster armor swept over his head.

The moment the stick swept over Xia Qiulong's head, the bamboo pole in Xia Qiulong's hand suddenly swung up and slapped on the cheek of the gangster, and in an instant, a bloody mark appeared on the gangster's cheek.

Thug Armor screamed and roared, and his eyes turned red.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!" the stick in his hand was raised again and smashed down.

Xia Qiulong's side of his body gave way to the blow of the gangster armor, and just as he was about to counterattack, the stick in the gangster's hand swept towards Xia Qiulong's body with a sweep.

Xia Qiulong dodged again, flew up and kicked on the wrist of the gangster, and the wooden stick in the gangster's hand flew out with a whoosh.

At this moment, the gangster who had been standing opposite Xia Qiulong and did not take action suddenly made a move, and he stepped forward with an arrow and smashed it down with a stick.

Xia Qiulong's body was already a little unable to grasp the balance because of a few dodges, and he had no power to dodge in the face of this blow.

At the critical moment, Xia Qiulong suddenly raised the fishing rod in his hand and held it across his head, blocking the blow of the gangster.

"Click!"

Although the fishing rod blocked the thug's attack, the fishing rod was too thin to withstand the blow, and it snapped and broke.

Xia Qiulong didn't give Gang C time to react, and hit Gang C in the face with a backhand fishing rod.

When Xia Qiulong and the gangster Jia Bingding started the war, Xiao Wu also let out a roar, and suddenly rushed towards the western gangster B like a cheetah, and the fishing rod with more than one meter long in his hand flew out and hit the gangster B.

Gang B's impact on Xiao Wu was underestimated, he didn't expect Xiao Wu to rush towards him, and only when Xiao Wu's fishing rod was about to reach the top of his head did he hurriedly raise the stick in his hand to try to block the bamboo rod that Xiao Wu had drawn.

To the surprise of Gangster B, the fishing rod in Xiao Wu's hand was drawn, but Xiao Wu's people swept past him like the wind, and a fishing rod was drawn on the gangster Wu behind him.

The gangster didn't expect that Yi in front of Xiao Wu would not hit him in the back, and he was firmly pumped by Xiao Wu, and a blood mark appeared on his face.

Brother Xia said that it was impossible to let him go out and call someone, not to mention that he couldn't rush out, but he just rushed out to call someone back, and it was estimated that all the dishes were cold.

Now he only hopes to defeat one by one, and break out with Brother Xia.

It's just that the guy in his hand is too weak, if he has a wooden stick in his hand, now the gangster will fall.

Although Xiao Wu's fishing rod hit the gangster, the gangster B who reacted behind him hit him on the leg with a stick, and Xiao Wu's legs fell to the ground as soon as his legs became weak.

At the same time, the gangster himself also smiled and approached Xiao Wu.

Xia Qiulong saw that Xiao Wu was knocked down out of the corner of his eye, roared angrily, flew up and kicked the gangster who had just picked up the wooden stick, and then slashed at the face of the gangster with a backhand, forcing the gangster to retreat.

Xia Qiulong kicked down the gangster Ding with a punch, and after splitting back the gangster's armor, his body rushed in the direction of Xiao Wu without hesitation.

The gangsters stabbed out obliquely, and it was a sweep to Xia Qiulong's legs.

Xia Qiulong's body jumped up suddenly, and he clenched his fist in the air and punched him in the face.

The thug screamed, covered his face with his hands, and fell backwards.

Xia Qiulong didn't care about the gangsters, but rushed to Xiao Wu who was knocked to the ground like a tiger, kicked Gangster B out, and then punched Gangster Wu out, and then reached out to pull Xiao Wu.

Just when Xia Qiulong was about to stretch out his hand to pull Xiao Wu, the wind suddenly sounded behind his head, and Xia Qiulong, who was experienced in combat, secretly screamed in his heart that he instinctively tilted his head, and a wooden stick with the thickness of a wrist fell on his shoulder with a thud.

Xia Qiulong staggered, his body had just taken two steps, and the wooden stick behind his back swept over his leg with a thud.

Xia Qiulong's feet were soft and his head arched on the ground.