Luo Xiang was surrounded by seven young people in the middle and turned into a dead end opposite No. 3 Middle School. These people also don't want to blatantly engage in street fights, and Luo Xiang is even more reluctant to publicize it. The wishes of the people on both sides actually agreed on this point. Liu Yongsheng should be the little leader of this gang, and now he is following behind in shame. The four people who came to rob the road last Wednesday were also there, but the rest were new faces. But this doesn't matter to Luo Xiang, he is now struggling with whether he should make a move.

After a week of getting used to it, he now has a certain degree of control over the power of this body. When he first fried eggs for Fang Xiaoling, he first crushed two, and the third one almost smashed the pot. But when Fang Xiaoling finally ate the omelette he had worked so hard to make, he was so moved that he burst into tears, and couldn't help but shout out a heartfelt compliment-

"It's a hot lady!"

That's what happened. Now he doesn't puck the pages of paper in his homework anymore, and he doesn't cinch the doorknob into a dent anymore. But this is all more delicate and delicate work, and fighting is another matter entirely. He hadn't swung his fist at anyone yet, and he couldn't judge how much force he should use, and if he used it lightly, he might not be able to scare these people, but it would increase their ferocity, so if he used it heavily......

Luo Xiang remembered the two eggs that were heroically sacrificed in his hands and shook his head.

Fortunately, it was just an egg, if any other "egg" in front of him was broken by him carelessly, then he couldn't afford to pay for his entire wealth.

Therefore, he weighed it for a long time, and finally sighed and decided to be beaten like last time. Last time, the juggler didn't impress him, so he called Liu Yongsheng over, and this time Liu Yongsheng also experienced his "hardness", so he should avoid him.

…… This is simply a shame for the protagonist of the city.

So he took his bag off his body and threw it aside, so that he could face the young men for a long time. At this point, it's easy to see the difference. A few guys who didn't know each other all looked like Lao Tzu was the best in the world, and the four members of the juggling troupe last time had complicated expressions, and their eyes were a little evasive.

Liu Yongsheng was seven or eight years older than Luo Xiang, and he probably felt that there was a huge disparity in strength, so he stood in front of him with no fear, put one hand in his pocket and pointed at him with the other, and shouted:

"Run, boy, why don't you run this time? I heard you're not very good at running? Run another one and show me!"

Run?

Luo Xiang looked at the leader of the juggling troupe suspiciously—he didn't know the name of Yang Xiaodao yet. This guy is wandering.

Oh......

Luo Xiang thought about it and understood what was going on. However, he didn't intend to explain, there was no need for that.

"I told Yaoyao a long time ago, you kind of waste, you are bullying the soft and afraid of the hard. You see, I'm not wrong, right? You were so bold when you pestered our family Yaoyao, why are you cowardly now? You look at his bear-like appearance, he still dares to chase your sister-in-law like this, and he doesn't pee and look in the mirror!"

His younger brothers laughed in agreement.

Luo Xiang looked indifferent.

"This person has to be a little self-aware! You say that you are good and decent, and it is not good to be your student? Toads want to eat swan meat all day long! People swans have to deal with the entanglement of you toads every day, and they are too tired to be annoyed, but what about you? Have you ever considered what other people think? No! You only care about yourself!"

Luo Xiang was a little irritable.

"I've heard a little about you, you can't even learn English well, you're still a late dog, you said that you have so many names and you still run to stalk Yaoyao, don't you think it will damage her reputation? As for my brother, I am a few years older than you, and I have been mixed in society for a few more years, so I can be regarded as a half-successful person. Today, my brother will teach you the rules of society, let you understand the cruelty of the world, and let you—"

"You talk so much nonsense, can you still fight?" Luo Xiang finally got impatient, "If you want to fight, can you hurry up?" Everyone is very busy! You hurry up and finish the fight, and I'm still in a hurry to go home to cook! Those who know how to do know that you are here to rob the road, and those who don't know how to do it think that the elders of the beggar gang are here to promote the great cause of resisting gold!"

Liu Yongsheng was choked by Luo Xiang in the middle of his words, and he was stunned for a long time without reacting, but then he snorted.

"Boy, have you figured out the situation, today your brother and I are here to beat people! The more you talk, the more you will be beaten, my brother suggests that you should be honest and obedient, this is for your own good!"

"Thank you so much!" Luo Xiang stretched out his hands helplessly, "If you don't beat me again, you'll leave!"

"Hey, you still want to run after this posture?" Liu Yongsheng clapped his hands, "Okay, since you are in such a hurry to be beaten, brother, I am a good person, so I won't hang your appetite." Come on, everyone, teach this kid how to be a man!"

Driven by his slaps, several young people walked up willingly. The three faces that had never been seen were all in the front, and three of the juggling quartet behind followed with a frown, but the leader of the juggling group did not mean to come up, but protected Liu Yongsheng like a bodyguard. Luo Xiang glanced at him with interest, and the guy quickly looked up and counted the stars in the sky.

…… It's still daytime though.

Just when Luo Xiang deserted, the first person had already punched him in the chest, and follow-up attacks followed. It's still a familiar style of painting.,It's still the same taste.。 For Luo Xiang, who has no pain, these fists that fall like raindrops are really as soft as raindrops, not a torrential rain, at most the level of sleet. In fact, he also considered whether to pretend that he was beaten a little bit, but he forgot it because he thought it was too troublesome.

So there was a strange situation at the scene: Luo Xiang stood calmly in the middle of the dead end, yawning from time to time. The three angry young men next to him punched him one by one, feeling like they were practicing wooden stakes. In this case, no matter how righteous people see it, they won't call the police, most of them think that these three people are disciples of a martial arts gym who are practicing hard and are practicing with plastic models.

Have you ever seen a video of a little milk cat provoking a big wolf dog? Luo Xiang used to think that those big wolf dogs were too good-tempered, and they didn't fight back when they were so provoked. Now I understand, people call it a helplessness, you said that you moved your claws to shoot it to death, so who is responsible?

Saying...... Why "three"? Because the other juggling trio is not working hard right now. They only occasionally stretched out a hand to brush it on Luo Xiang's body, as gentle as a sympathetic touch. Most of the time they spent watching the excitement on the periphery and shouting - "Kill him!", "Kill him!", "Kill him!", "Kill him!...... Have you ever seen the eighteen bronze figures in "God of Food"? These are the three in the outermost circle who are in charge of posing.

One of them had a little black face with a cigarette butt in his mouth, and he also noticed that something was wrong, he just lifted Luo Xiang's clothes and took a look, there was nothing underneath? Luo Xiang didn't pay attention to being looked at by him, and quickly snatched the hem of his clothes and put it down, and glanced at this kid by the way: "Hey, hey, you can't make a mistake in style!" Although everyone is a gentleman, I will complain about you like a hooligan!"

Perhaps it was this "contemptuous" words that aroused the anger of the little black face, and he scolded an unclean sentence in his mouth, and slapped it with a slap. Luo Xiang doesn't care about others beating him, but slapping his face is a bit too much. He subconsciously dragged the other person next to him and blocked it, with a crisp slap of "snap", the poor young man turned around in place for half a circle before covering his face in disbelief.

"What are you—" The man glared at Luo Xiang with fire in his eyes. The little black face flashed to the side like no one.

"It's none of my business!" Luo Xiang hurriedly said.

But the man raised his leg and kicked him hard, and a juggling troupe member quickly stopped him:

"You can't use your feet!"

"Huh?" the young man was stunned, "why?"

"Because, because ......" the juggling troupe members are hesitant, "this ...... Doing laundry would be a hassle......"

“…… Which side the hell are you on?"

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Now the people inside feel that something is wrong, and Liu Yongsheng, who is watching from the sidelines, is naturally even more confused. He crossed his arms and frowned: "I said, what are you doing? What are you afraid of? Hit him hard! I haven't said it all, even if you break his two arms and legs, I can be responsible! Look at all of you, the girls are chirping and haven't eaten lunch!"

The people inside were speechless, and the little black face turned his head and opened his mouth a few times, but he didn't know how to speak.

It's not that they haven't seen anyone who resists beating, but this kid obviously doesn't have a few muscles on his body, but it's harder than a coffin board, and the lower plate is stable, and he can't push it. These young people are all stronger than this kid, but they didn't even react to this punch, which made people quite embarrassed.

Yang Xiaodao stood beside Liu Yongsheng for a long time, hesitating and not daring to speak, this time seeing that the boss was angry, he thought about it for a while, but after all, he couldn't help it, and whispered in Liu Yongsheng's ear:

"Brother Dasheng...... I suspect this kid may have come from the Shaolin Temple. ”

Liu Yongsheng slowly turned his head and stared at him with a cannibalistic gaze.

Yang Xiaodao shuddered, but still said stubbornly: "Boss, it's true! Have you seen Jet Li's film? That Shaolin monk——"

"Knife......" Liu Yongsheng sighed, his tone became calm and gentle, "How many times have I told you, don't always read those martial arts novels, it's not good for your head." I still remember when we were in school, we filled in the blanks for idioms, and everyone knew that 'extinction' should be filled in after 'human nature', so you filled in 'Shitai'...... I've always felt that you have some credit for the untimely death of our Chinese language teacher. ”

"Brother Dasheng!" Yang Xiaodao was anxious, "I'd rather believe it than believe it! I have a Taoist predecessor once said, 'There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky'!"

"Are you talking about our senior who jumped down from the sixth floor in order to practice ladder Yunzhong? He also said that as long as the left foot and right foot step on each other, you can fly into the sky!"

"Brother Dasheng, why don't you listen! You see, I've not been idle this week. I've done a lot of research to break this kid's work!" Yang Xiaodao said, taking out two thin villain books from his arms, looking at the tattered oil-stained pages and the label on the side, which should have been borrowed from the Lanling Library.

Liu Yongsheng glanced at it.

One is "How to Crack an Iron Cloth Shirt".

Liu Yongsheng scoffed. Let's look at another one -

"Seventy-two Changes in the Land of Shaolin Learning".

…… I suddenly felt that the first book was quite academically valuable.

Liu Yongsheng no longer paid attention to Yang Xiaodao, he glanced at this man who was his classmate in the past and is now his younger brother with loving eyes, and felt that there was nothing wrong with letting a fool live in a fool's world like this. So he moved his shoulders and walked towards Luo Xiang, and said:

"How did Lao Tzu bring you such stupid birds? Why did you hammer him in the chest? If you break a bone, you have to lose money, it's not worth it! The belly is soft meat, and you can beat it on the stomach!"

"Brother Dasheng!" Yang Xiaodao exclaimed, "Don't, it hurts!"

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu just wants him to have a long memory for a few days!"

Liu Yongsheng ignored Yang Xiaodao's dissuasion, and before the juggling group of four stopped him, he punched Luo Xiang in the abdomen.

Luo Xiang blinked.

…… It's a bit of an itch to be honest.

Liu Yongsheng maintained this movement and stood for three seconds, then quietly pinched his right wrist with his left hand and turned back, snorting in his mouth: "Hey, it's really a little hard." ”

"Brother Dasheng!" Yang Xiaodao looked concerned, "I didn't mean he hurt, I said you hurt!"

“…… Shut up, I don't want to talk to you. ”

The scene was very awkward for a while.

The six younger brothers in front of Luo Xiang were a little at a loss. Obviously, this person is standing here and letting them beat him, why is it that the more he beats, the more unhappy he becomes?

So the people who didn't work changed from three people to six people, and everyone was screaming when they punched, looking like they were brave and loyal, but the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and when it fell on Luo Xiang, it became a momentum like "you shoot one, I shoot one".

…… When these people get old, they will definitely become the leaders of the square Taijiquan team.

Liu Yongsheng rubbed his wrist stiffly for a long time, and now he also saw that the strength of several younger brothers was inadequate. But what the hell is going on? If there is a majestic man standing in front of him from a fitness club, it is a matter of strength if he can't beat it, and there is nothing to say; but this kid has no meat on his body, and he probably doesn't weigh as much as the Saint Bernard he raises at home, and he doesn't even have a single abdominal muscle on his body, why is he so hard? Why is it so durable?

Liu Yongsheng hesitated for a long time before slowly moving his gaze to Yang Xiaodao.

If there was a choice, he really didn't want to do it.

"Knife ......" Liu Yongsheng's heart struggled, but in the end he still said, "You...... Well, you take out the two books you just made and show them to me. ”

Luo Xiang stood there bored, and suddenly realized that there were fewer people in front of him who were "beating" him, and when he looked up, he saw those guys gathered together, reading carefully around a broken book. The head of the juggling troupe stood in the middle, foaming at the mouth, giving a free explanation for everyone.

The eyesight strengthened by Fang Xiaoling's spirit spell made Luo Xiang easily see the name on the cover of the book-

"How to Crack an Iron Cloth Shirt".

The corners of Luo Xiang's mouth twitched.

Zi said: Mentally handicapped is contagious.

The ancients did not deceive me.