"Pretend to be you-"

Before the man next to me could finish his words, the bottle in my hand had already smashed on his head.

No mud and water.

There was a crisp sound of "bang", and the gangster was directly smashed to the point that his head was bleeding, and he hugged his head and cried with a scream.

The group of thugs were stunned, probably not expecting that the students in front of them would be so irritable and unambiguous.

Only Huang Mao was really forced to drink, and he couldn't figure out the situation at this time, so he even dragged Li Xiaoyun into his arms and hugged him.

No matter how Li Xiaoyun struggled and scolded, Huang Mao pinched her chin and wanted to kiss her.

Inexplicable.

I obviously don't think I like Li Xiaoyun, but I still look angry.

Your mother is a bastard, a thug in the night market, provoking the eldest brother of Qilintang?

If this group of people were intact today, Lao Tzu would have slapped himself in the face!

I didn't even think about it, I slammed on the table with a "snap", and rushed directly in front of Huang Mao.

I didn't even need a two-word tongs to grab his wrist and twist it neatly.

There was a crisp sound of "click", and it hurt so much that this yellow-haired crying father called his mother.

But that wasn't all, I was still twisting his wrist with my left hand, and my right hand slammed into the back of the second joint of my arm with a violent palm.

There was another "click", and the yellow hair was unstable under the impact of my force, and I immediately put him to the ground.

In an instant, two joints of his arm were broken.

I saw Li Xiaoyun looking at me stupidly, her delicate and beautiful face full of astonishment and trance.

I didn't even bother to pay attention to her, and looked at the dumbfounded accomplices of Huang Mao with a smile.

"Damn, I just said don't be impulsive!"

"I always think this person is not easy to mess with, but you just don't listen!" The man with glasses was a little angry.

But the strong man immediately said with a gloomy face: "Is it still useful to say this now?"

"This person should have practiced, I don't know if it's karate or what. ”

I laughed dumbly, this group of people can't even see Wing Chun?

"Don't be afraid!Grass, there are a lot of us, the guy him!" the strong man ordered, and a group of people suddenly took out the guy.

Seeing their guys, I was a little lacking in interest again.

To be reasonable, I think it's still interesting to masturbate.

Damn, I'm used to seeing the mountain opener, I'm embarrassed that these people come out with steel rods!

Look down on people or what?

"Lots of people is great?" I really don't bother to the guy, otherwise the bamboo sticks on the table are enough to kill.

"I'm sorry, but if there are many people, you can do whatever you want!" I don't know which one laughed and said, as if I felt that the victory was in my hands now.

A gang of thugs yelled and scolded and rushed towards me, quite a bit like a middle school thug fighting.

If I was in middle school, I would be afraid of this kind of gangsters, and they would only have to pay protection money.

But now I just think it's funny.

I stood still, grabbed the arm of the man on my left, and then jerked him in front of me.

In Wing Chun, this trick is called "chasing hands".

When besieged by many people, instead of looking for a bridge to chase the shape, but holding the hand of one person to block the hands of everyone.

This melon skin shield was smashed by two accomplices with two steel rods, and it is estimated that the bones were broken.

Then I kicked him directly in the back, causing him to crash into his accomplice behind him.

I jerked out from the side, pressed the back of a person's head, and slammed it into the table.

The table collapsed, and I lifted my leg and slammed it down his spine.

With a "bang", the pain made this pen-devil cry wolf, and his body was about to fold into a bow.

Facing the steel bar that followed closely behind, I boldly stretched out my left hand.

Straight up into his palm, he slammed into his wrist, shaking his arm apart with his strength advantage.

After his arm was bounced away, his chest was defenseless, and he could only hurriedly attack me again.

It's a joke to compare the speed of explosive power to inches.

"Bang!"

I punched him in the sternum, and the man screamed and staggered backwards, his face in pain.

This group of thugs looked stupid, stunned that no one dared to move, and some even swallowed saliva.

Think about it, how can you encounter this situation when you usually do gangsters and group fights?

I still kept the two-word tongs and made a standard upper cross stall.

At this moment, the man with glasses trembled with fright: "Ip Man! Nima, Ip Man!"

"Phew, Wing Chun!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and many onlookers next to him were interested.

"Damn, is it really Wing Chun?"

"The kind in the movie, I'm going to fight ten?"

Someone even picked up their phone to take a picture, and I was dumbfounded.

, you are sick, Lao Tzu is beating people, and he is not filming a TV series!

To say that Chinese like to watch the excitement, this is really true.

The man with glasses howled not only made the crowd of onlookers excited, but his companions also flinched, and I even saw someone swallow spit.

The man with glasses stopped the urge of his accomplices to fight me again, apologized to me, and thought that would be it.

But Huang Mao really didn't know the current affairs, and he was a little drunk, and he was still screaming and scolding: "Say a few words! He hurt so many of our brothers, and he still wants us to apologize to him?"

"Lose money, Lao Tzu's bones are broken! Without thirty or fifty thousand, this matter can't be solved!"

This force was standing up, and it would simply go to the ground, and it was screaming.

I was silent.

Damn, come up and provoke Lao Tzu, but you can't touch porcelain?

Other accomplices of the key yellow hair also followed the momentum and said that they would call the police to arrest me.

I'll report you to be spicy next door, do you want to force your face?

"Since you don't want to be good, then I'll play with you. ”

"One by one, or together?" I sneered, moving my muscles.

"Big brother—" The man with glasses turned pale.

"How crazy are you?"

"Don't run, Lao Tzu calls someone!" Huang Mao was still shouting.

"Calling someone?" I laughed, but with a somewhat murderous look.

"Okay, don't leave anyone, call someone. ”

I wasn't vague at all, and just called and started calling.

When the other side saw my posture, they gritted their teeth and began to make phone calls.

It's just that I feel worried when I look at them, and there are cases where no one answers the phone and can't get through.

In contrast, the brothers of Qilin Hall and Wolong Pavilion are simply the conscience of the industry.

In the end, Huang Mao's side made up a dozen or so brothers.

This group of people dragged and pushed the crowd on both sides directly.

Before the leader arrived, he had already shouted: "Who is stepping on my horse?

I felt a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

Huang Mao immediately seemed to see the backbone of the Lord, pointed at me, and said a little flatteringly: "Big brother, it's him!"

Viagra looked me up and down contemptuously: "Boy, what about your people?"

I looked at him with a smile, "You don't know me?"

Viagra was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and the little brother next to him also laughed with him.

"Grass and mud horses, what kind of little deflated three, do you want me to know you?" he threw down the cigarette butt, looking like he was about to dry it.

"You know my brother in the Tao as an old silver stick, right? ”

"My name is Lin Fei. "I smiled even wider.

At this moment, Viagra's face changed greatly, and without saying a word, he grabbed Huang Mao's collar.

A slap in the face of "snap" was slapped.

Everyone was stunned.