I saw Hong Mazi fly up more than three feet high, his body spinning in the air like a spinning top, the blood and front teeth in his mouth splashed, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, he smashed to the ground like a log, and his body bowed and then collapsed - he completely fainted.

There was a dead silence at the entire school gate, and everyone looked at Meng Wentian with wide eyes.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, there are a lot of you, I sneaked up on it. Meng Wentian clapped his hands, smiled indifferently around, and then said to those who had not yet come back to his senses, "Black Mouse, you have a lot of people, you don't mind if I clean up one first, right?"

"Mind your mother, Lao Tzu will kill you!" Before the black mouse could speak, a guy not far from Hong Mazi had red eyes, and rushed towards Meng Wentian with a shout, and smashed Meng Wentian with both hands in his fists.

Meng Wentian didn't even turn his face, his eyes still fell on the black mouse, and there was an inquiring look in his eyes.

Just when the people around him were surprised, and some people were about to remind Meng Wentian, he suddenly moved, rushed forward, and rushed forward to meet the gangster. Ignoring the opponent's fists, he didn't care about reaching out his hands and clasped the opponent's shoulders, and then jerked him into his arms.

The center of gravity of the gangster, who had already used his strength in his fists, had already moved forward, and he was dragged by Meng Wentian like this, he immediately stood unsteadily, and it was too late to use his strength in his fists again, but he struggled involuntarily, trying to break free from Meng Wentian's control, but Meng Wentian's hands were like iron tongs, no matter how hard he tried, he could hardly move a bit, but felt that his entire upper body was bent down under the pressure of Meng Wentian's hands.

Meng Wentian's right knee was raised again, and he quickly collided with the other party's face.

Seeing the knees getting closer and closer, the gangster's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was full of fear.

"Ahh

In less than half a second, Meng Wentian's knee had already collided with the other party's face, and the protruding bridge of the nose on the gangster's face was smashed into the depths of his face by Meng Wentian's right knee, and as his nose bridge bone was broken, a sharp pain spread to the brain center, and the person only had time to scream before he fainted, and his body was like a shrimp.

Meng Wentian turned his body with both hands, then swung his left leg away, and kicked right on the ass of the thug who had just turned his back.

As if all of a sudden, the thug poured a huge amount of force, and the whole body flew forward flat against the ground, until it collided with a tricycle that was parked there selling fruit ten meters away, and the body stopped. He held the wheels of the tricycle weakly in both arms, and sighed faintly, and a stream of blood spurted from the bridge of his nose.

The fruit seller was so frightened that he took two steps back and muttered, "You get up, you get up, I won't sell it, I'll go back ......"

Except for the frightening incoherent voice of the peddler, the entire school gate was silent again.

Only Ren Ziqiang and his former subordinates glanced at each other, their eyes full of horror: He is so powerful?

They thought well, the last time Meng Wentian beat them, they did show mercy, after all, they were just a group of rebellious students, and they were not of the same nature at all with these gangsters. Meng Wentian naturally has to keep a hand on the rebellious students, just teach them a lesson, and there is no need to be merciful to the gangsters.

There is another reason that Ren Ziqiang did not expect, that is, Meng Wentian's strength at that time was not as big as it is now.

All this happened too fast, and in a few seconds, Meng Wentian had already cleaned up two gangsters with strong combat power, which made the black mouse not know what to do for a while.

Meng Wentian smiled, slowly walked towards the black mouse, and said, "Mouse, what is the relationship between you and our Xinxin? I promised to force you to marry her in the future." You say, do you want to marry her?"

The black mouse is a dignified "bald" gold medal fighter, and he would not have flinched, in that case, his reputation would be ruined by his hard work, and when he heard Meng Wentian say that he was forced to marry Tan Xinxin in the future, he couldn't help but be even more angry: "You count him as a few old men, you think it's great if you beat two nests, and you also said that you forced Lao Tzu to marry that kind of 1 ......"

Before the words fell, a sneer appeared on the corner of Meng Wentian's mouth, and he took a step forward with his right foot, and blasted directly at the black mouse with a punch, saying: "Beast! If you eat it, you want to wipe your mouth and leave? No way...... , then you can taste my awesomeness!"

The black mouse quickly shut up, and slammed his right hand into the punch.

"Tom!" there was a muffled sound, and the fists of the two slammed together.

The black mouse only felt his fist hit the steel plate, and at the same time as the sharp pain came, he heard a slight cracking sound of the bone in his right palm. The palm of his hand was so painful that he soon felt that the whole right arm was not his own, and he couldn't feel its presence at all, and his body retreated again and again, and a bunch of tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, and they fell into the ground one by one, so as pitiful as he was.

Meng Wentian said deliberately: "Won't it?......? Hey, what are you crying about?

This punch was blowing, Meng Wentian's body did not move at all, and even after the punch was blasted, his hand was not retracted, and he was still held flat in the air, just like a physical education teacher teaching students to broadcast gymnastics demonstrations, waiting for students to follow.

Seeing the obvious timidity in the black mouse's tearful eyes, his legs began to turn and prepare to escape, the corners of Meng Wentian's mouth turned slightly, his legs moved at the same time, his right foot took a big step forward, and his left leg flew up like lightning, like a thick steel whip whipping towards the black mouse.

The black mouse flew sideways, and there was a crisp sound where his body touched Meng Wentian's thigh, and the black mouse shouted in horror and pain: "My thigh...... My thighs ...... Broken ......"

Before the shouting stopped, the black mouse's huge body fell heavily to the ground, and his body and the concrete floor hugged each other intimately.

Another "master" was destroyed in the blink of an eye, and the remaining five gangsters look at me, I look at you, with a look of panic in their eyes.

I don't know who shouted, "Let's go together!"

Obviously, this group of gangsters has seen some of the world, and they must have fought a lot of group fights, and with this shout, they immediately moved and rushed towards Meng Wentian in four directions.

Meng Wentian didn't feel scared at all now, and it could be seen from their actions that their combat power was scum, and it was definitely not comparable to the three people who had been wiped out just now. The combined strength of the five of them may not be half of the combat power of the three guys just now.

He felt that there was no point in fighting them any longer, and the feeling of crushing them was not at all pleasant, as boring as an adult crouching down and crushing an ant with his hands.

Just as he was about to pack up two of them at random and give them a dismount to scare them away, suddenly someone in his class exclaimed, "Ah——, they have knives!"

Meng Wentian was stunned: Knives? They dare to use knives at the school gate to cut people?

His eyes swept and sure enough, he saw that there were people with knives in their hands, and there were more than one. In particular, a yellow-haired gangster proudly held a sharp dagger and stabbed Meng Wentian's right ribs, the tip of the knife less than three inches from his body.

Meng Wentian was furious, and hurriedly turned his body to the side, avoiding the stabbing knife, and attacked with his right hand like a poisonous snake, clasped the wrist of the yellow-haired gangster, and twisted it hard.

The yellow-haired thug screamed in pain, and his right hand and the knife in his hand deflected in one direction, aiming at the other guy holding the knife next to him. The guy who rushed over saw the sharp knife in front of him, and couldn't help but shout: "Huang Mao, why did you stab me...... Ahh

Is it you the one who didn't stab? The knife stabbed into the guy's waist smoothly, and was carried to the ground by his fallen body, and the thug didn't know where the knife in his hand flew.

Meng Wentian didn't let go of the yellow-haired gangster, looking at his frightened and retreating figure, he kicked his legs hard, his whole body soared into the air, and then kicked out his right foot like lightning and shot at the chest of the yellow-haired gangster.

The yellow-haired thug was kicked two feet shorter at once, like a stone mill rolling on the ground. The force of his roll was so great that the two thugs around him fell to the ground in unison, and they couldn't scream for a long time.

Only the last one of the eight thugs was still standing, he looked at Meng Wentian blankly, his face was black and white for a while, and he didn't know whether he would continue to stay or turn around and run away. As for rushing up and continuing to fight with Meng Wentian, he would never dare, he already didn't have the courage.

Meng Wentian walked up with a smile, looked at him sweating profusely, and said with a smile: "You are really stupid, haven't you watched movies and TV series......?

The guy seemed to have just come to his senses, and his body was about to fall to the ground, apparently kneeling and kowtowing.

Meng Wentian stretched out his slap and jerked at this guy, saying, "It's late!

A few mouths were drawn, and the poor thug's face collapsed, only his mouth full of blood was opened, revealing his tooth sockets, and he cried vaguely: "Good man, spare ...... Rao ......"

Soon, he fell to the ground and fainted.

From the time the five guys shouted to the time they all lay on the ground, it took less than fifteen seconds.

Now no one is not surprised, no one is not afraid, yes, even those students in the 12th class of the third year of high school, one by one, they dare not look at him squarely, and Ren Ziqiang, who usually shows off his martial arts, even wants to turn around and run away.

Meng Wentian said to him: "Ren Ziqiang, the organizational discipline in the class will be handed over to you." Whoever wants to talk about something in class, you will beat me up after class. If you're scared and worried that you won't be able to beat the other person, leave it to me to beat you. Do you hear that?"