The "hidden weapon" flew in front of him, but it was all a beer bottle, and it seemed to be filled with wine, more or less. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Against this kind of thing, it's useless to just have a flexible dodge.

Whether it is the wine spilled inside, or the wine bottle shattered and turned into a nasty glass ballast, it is very bad for the attacker. The former is easy to be the target of fire attacks, while the latter will make you lose your foothold and make it difficult for you to move an inch.

Zhen Shuai's well-informed "memory" brain analyzed this potential risk at the first time and reminded the main brain to make more reasonable countermeasures.

Now he doesn't have the ability to jump out of this narrow alley directly, so he can only take all the "hidden weapons" first, and then make plans.

Fortunately, in order to cope with the previous game, Zhang Sanfeng had already transferred to him all the martial arts skills related to rapid response, which naturally included the ability of the hair extension concealment. Coupled with Ling Bo's micro-step...... He should be able to handle it.

So, a strange scene appeared.

Zhen Shuai used a dazzling body to receive the wine bottles that were crowded one by one, smoothly and completely, and then began to use these wine bottles to "build a wall" under his feet.

Thousands of wine bottles were smashed over, not only did not one of them break, but also formed a work of art, and Zhen Shuai also "lifted" from the bottom of the alley all the way to the position that was level with the wall.

At this time, Zhen Shuai could already see that behind the high wall, there were already hundreds of good people surrounding him.

No one shouted to stop, but this wave of "long-range strikes" has come to an end, and they are not stockpiling.

Zhen Shuai glanced around, remembered the position of everyone, and retracted his head. Then, in just a few minutes, he used his knowledge of mathematics and physics to mentally calculate the optimal plan for carrying out precision strikes on these people outside at the same time.

After Zhen Shuai took a breath, he began to dismantle his own stage. He pulled out the bottles under his feet one by one, and threw them into the air according to the order, direction and strength in the plan...... Of course, the further back you go, the lower the height of the throw.

After nearly one-tenth of the bottles were thrown out, Zhen Shuai stopped and began to count.

Four, three, two, one.

Pop, snap, snap, the sound of dense wine bottles shattering came from all directions.

Anyone who was remembered by Zhen Shuai and entered the attack list received a beer bottle, a broken beer bottle.

If someone had been taking aerial photographs nearby at this time, they might have been able to set a new Guinness World Record: the maximum number of people a person can hit at the same time by throwing a beer bottle into the air with his bare hands, without using any tools. Oh, still thrown through a wall, in all directions.

Many people saw blood, and some even fainted on the spot.

With such a large-scale attack, it is impossible for Zhen Shuai to take into account the opponent's ability to resist attacks, so he has to use the big data analysis system, and Zhen Shuai does not have this strength at present.

No one knows what just happened, but they all understand who did it and because of what.

Therefore, among those people outside, as long as they were sober-minded and their legs and feet were quite neat, they all touched a weapon nearby and surrounded Zhen Shuai.

People in the rivers and lakes, it doesn't matter if they bleed and lose their lives, but this face can't be hurt.

Hundreds of local snakes, ambushed a small tourist from other places, and none of them were injured, and they were successfully attacked by others, and they were successfully attacked, and they were killed, so that everyone hung up and was injured...... If this is passed out, they will be mixed up in the future.

They put away their previous banter and replaced it with murderous intent.

In this way, the narrow alley has become Zhen Shuai's talisman, so that he does not have to worry about facing multiple people besieging him at the same time. It's not that he's worried about being beaten, Ling Boweibu's reputation in the rivers and lakes is not blown. He was mainly worried that he would accidentally kill someone. When there are not many people, he can still "take care" of them, so as not to let the confused enemy accidentally injure his allies and inflict fatal damage on his own people.

Now is the era of peace in a legal society, the dead are a big case, it is not easy to get out, and no one cares what your reason is. Zhen Shuai didn't want to make trouble for himself and his family, he was here to find a way to reduce the trouble.

But if he doesn't make a big move, the enemy has no fear, but thinks that he is not as good as a long-range attack in close combat, and rushes up to try his luck even more desperately, hoping that he is the last straw that overwhelms him......

Fighting, Zhen Shuai was relieved. The martial arts of his own body are all "hard copies", and the body's perception of them is not high, and what is lacking on weekdays is not this kind of "real fighting" experience, and hundreds of "guinea pigs" who have tried their tricks at once are sent to them, which is a good thing that can't be begged.

He also put away his previous banter, carefully felt the actual combat effect of every move and style, and tried his best to ensure that he did not repeat the move.

Throughout the ages, this is also the most dedicated fight in the gangster world, and even the clapper has played the momentum of the eighteen palms of the dragon, although it finally smashed on his own feet.

No matter how many people there are, they can't withstand the consumption, and the flesh and blood that has been beaten is still flesh and blood, not to mention that Zhen Shuai doesn't know its power before every move. Zhang Sanfeng only gave the fist and sword spectrum, and there will be no system prompts about lethality in the game world, whether it is a mule or a horse, it has to be proved by the mice.

Zhen Shuai is sexually active, but the addiction is not over, but the "opponent" is gone, and they don't even have the strength to swear.

"Is this the end?" Zhen Shuai looked at the "wounded" piled up in a hill behind him, and sighed softly.

He wanted to leave, but Zhang Sanfen refused, asking him to heal them before leaving.

So, Zhen Shuai took everyone again and familiarized himself with the "healing". In fact, this time, it is also a further understanding of the martial arts he used before, this time from the perspective of the recipient, to check the actual effect, the accuracy is better, and the harvest is greater.

It may take less than half a minute to knock one down, but it takes at least five minutes to cure one.

This alley was too crowded, so every time Zhen Shuai cured one, he threw him out of the wall. Of course, this strength must also be controlled, so that people cannot be injured.

Otherwise, he would have to climb over the wall, and waste another five minutes on treatment, wouldn't it?

When did these gangsters receive this kind of treatment? They all looked stunned, not knowing whether to panic or be grateful.

The most pitiful thing is the black and white impermanence lying on the wall not far away, trying to maintain the camouflaged state. Staying motionless for a long time seems to have been decades or hundreds of years ago.

If they had a choice, they would prefer to fight for Zhen Shuai.

When Zhen Shuai was only the last three before he was treated, the sound of a motorcycle came from afar, from far and near.

Listening to the sound, there are at least a dozen of them, all of which are large displacement.

This is Zhen Shuai's away game, and the comer is definitely not a friend.

Black and white impermanence, finally excited, extremely looking forward to the opportunity to move his fists in his heart. Seeing Zhen Shuai enjoying himself over there, they couldn't wait to see what kind of performance the two broken skins they were attached to could have.

The motorcycle team, apparently coming here.

Moreover, they were still reinforcements from the previous group, and outside the wall, the wounded who could walk around had already been greeted by someone.

Although the motor shook the sky, the convoy did not rush into the alley.

When Zhen Shuai threw the last injured person out, there was a heavy footstep at the mouth of the alley.

The sound of a person's footsteps.