Zhang Qingyang nodded, obviously wanting to use school rules to intimidate the other party, and it was impossible to achieve the effect of breaking the siege. Ignoring Liu Hou's rampant smug smile, he looked at the sprawling gangsters around him and said, "Everyone, I am a student of Nanling Academy. Have you ever thought about the consequences of your doing this?"

A group of gangsters who bared their teeth like hyenas were suddenly stunned, although they were not smart, they were not fools.

Let them scare and scare ordinary people, or even give them a beating, it's not a big deal. But if you beat a student of Nanling Academy with a great future, the consequences are completely unpredictable. Nine times out of ten, it will be very serious, maybe the boss will be fine, but someone will definitely come out from among them to carry the bag.

The shaking of the gangsters made Zhang Qingyang happy in his heart, Nanling Academy really has a strong deterrent power, and he is ready to strike while the iron is hot and say a few more words to crush the opponent's fierce will. Suddenly, a person walked out of the alley and stood beside Liu Hou.

The person who came had a scar on his face, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon, and he was not very old, but at first glance he was a person with ambition and means.

The person who came and Liu Hou nodded to each other, and Liu Hou's expression was less rebellious.

The person who came said coldly: "If you are still afraid of things when you come out, then go home, I don't want children here." What about Nanling Academy, if you put him on his head and beat him again, can he know who hit him? After the beating, we will leave, and there are no witnesses, what are you afraid of?"

The words were agitation, encouragement, and persuasion, and a group of gangsters who had no brains suddenly became enthusiastic again, and their eyes were a little more ruthless when they looked at Zhang Qingyang.

The person said: "There are so many students in Nanling Academy, how much attention can a waste that is destined not to have much future attract me?" ”

Zhang Qingyang suddenly shouted: "You have to think about it, the consequences of committing an attack on the students of Nanling Academy are very serious!"

Zhang Qingyang's shouting interrupted the momentum of the gangsters, and when they were annoyed and wanted to do it again, Zhang Qingyang had already pounced on him first.

As a top student, when he judged the situation in front of him, he was absolutely decisive when he could only fight this way.

In fact, as soon as Liu Hou appeared, Zhang Qingyang knew that today's things could not be good. Later, the scar-faced guy appeared, which further prompted Zhang Qingyang to make up his mind and make the first move.

So when a few gangsters were stunned, Zhang Qingyang had already used all his strength to pounce.

His first target was the thug who sneaked up on him with a stick.

Zhang Qingyang grabbed the opponent's stick and used all his strength to snatch it over.

The other party also came to his senses in the next moment, and tightly grasped the wooden stick and wrestled with Zhang Qingyang.

Zhang Qingyang was about to throw a soul brick over, but his hand suddenly became light, and the other party actually let go. The wooden stick was easily snatched by Zhang Qingyang.

This is a bit unexpected, Zhang Qingyang has always been a weak chicken in terms of strength, although his strength has increased greatly, but he still didn't expect to snatch the wooden stick so easily.

Without preparation, Zhang Qingyang grabbed the wooden stick and took a few steps back by inertia, missing the best time to counterattack.

On Zhang Qingyang's left, another gangster with a stick swung his bat. Zhang Qingyang met it with a backhand.

This swing, completely undisciplined, is the body's natural reaction.

The two sticks struck each other, and the gangster with the stick screamed in pain, and the wooden stick in his hand was actually knocked away by Zhang Qingyang.

Zhang Qingyang chased after him in surprise, his back suddenly hurt, and the gangster who lost his wooden stick flew up and kicked Zhang Qingyang hard.

Zhang Qingyang staggered forward a few steps and fell to the ground. The two thugs nearby immediately rushed up and punched and kicked them.

In the chaos, Zhang Qingyang was kicked several times, but he didn't seem to feel so painful. But the situation was still urgent, and Zhang Qingyang immediately smashed out two soul bricks.

The two thugs suddenly howled in pain, fell to the ground with their heads in their hands, and rolled over.

At this time, the third thug had already rushed up and kicked Zhang Qingyang in the face.

Zhang Qingyang smashed a stick on the third gangster's calf.

The other party hugged his legs with a snort and inhaled the cold air. As soon as Zhang Qingyang got up, two more thugs arrived.

The gangsters have no rules, but they are ruthless enough, punching and kicking everything, and hitting the vulnerable parts of the human body.

Zhang Qingyang experienced this kind of chaotic scene for the first time, and there was no discipline in the fight, coupled with the panic in his heart, in the face of the siege of everyone, he used a wooden stick to wave it randomly.

But soon, the thugs besieging Zhang Qingyang fell to the ground one after another. There are those who hold their heads and cry out for pain, those who hold their heads and nosebleeds, and those who hold their arms and legs and wail.

Both sides have no rules, but the advantage of greater strength is greater. Zhang Qingyang held a wooden stick in his hand, and with the soul bricks, he actually knocked eight or nine thugs to the ground.

When there was no one else around Zhang Qingyang, he was holding a wooden stick, and his mood calmed down a little, panting heavily.

Because I have just smashed the soul brick several times in a row, I have a terrible headache at this moment. However, it is stronger than the last time I fought with Liu Hou and the three of them.

Zhang Qingyang's eyes were bloodshot, and his vision was blurry. Although the headache was terrible, I was excited to look at the gangsters lying on the ground around me.

He couldn't remember how many punches and kicks he had received, but it seemed that his body belonged to someone else, and he didn't feel much pain. And he also felt that although he was panting heavily, he still had some energy to spare.

The scar man looked at the thugs with an ugly face, turned his head to look at Liu Hou, and said with a gloomy look: "Brother Liu, you are a little unauthentic." What did you tell me at the time? He's a skinny, small guy who doesn't know how to fight, who hasn't studied physical arts. How do you explain this scene?"

Liu Hou was stared at by the other party's eyes, and his back was a little cold. He forced a laugh: "Scar Boss, I don't know how he suddenly became so powerful. As you can see, he's really thin, and I kid you not. ”

Scarface said coldly: "He's thin, but he's certainly not weak." He doesn't know how to fight, but you can tell from the strength of his swing that he's muscular. Your task has increased tenfold in difficulty. You can't do it without adding money!"

Zhang Qingyang knocked down the gangsters on the ground, and his courage also increased, and he limped towards the two, his bloodshot eyes looked a little like a lonely hero.

Liu Hou looked at Zhang Qingyang, who was approaching, his face was extremely gloomy, and he said to Scarface: "You are sitting on the ground and raising the price, and you are not following the rules when you do this." ”

Scarface glanced at Zhang Qingyang, who was moving over a little, and didn't look at him in his eyes. "Rules? Lao Tzu talks to you about the rules, and you take Lao Tzu for a fool. Gotta add money!"