Fang Lan laughed, "Whatever?" Xiao Nizi, don't talk too much, be careful of what difficult requirements the young master makes when he arrives, or over-attempts, you will be able to bear it. ”

Zhao Yunni didn't care, "Just your elm head, what can you ask too much?" Even if you let the horse come, if the girl frowns a little, it is your grandson. ”

Fang Lan corrected: "You are a woman, not a grandson, but a granddaughter." ”

Zhao Yunnixiu's face flushed, "You don't raise the bar with me." ”

The two only cared about arguing, the situation in the field changed early, and the middle-aged man punched and kicked, and trapped the seven teenagers with the strength of one person. The strength volatilized, beating a group of gangsters with blue noses and swollen faces, and the wails and howls spread all over the sky, endlessly.

Fang Lan glanced at it, the middle-aged fists were heavy, his legs were fierce, and he was full of open and close, and he was brave enough to attack. The moves are concise and clear, there are no fancy, purely practical techniques to control the enemy, and nod secretly, "Uncle is worthy of being a good man in the army, this kind of skill, if I don't stay out of the matter and weigh it myself, I will definitely not be able to take advantage of it in a short time." If you have a little bit, you will have to suffer a loss in nineteen. Although my martial arts path is also masculine, it is a little too complicated, not as ruthless as my uncle, and he will take people's lives when he makes a move. Looking at his strength, he is obviously quite reserved, far from exerting his full strength, presumably there are strict rules in the army, and he can't easily kill and get killed. Otherwise, not to mention seven thugs, seventy is not enough to kill. ”

Thinking deeply, Hur listened to a loud shout, the middle-aged man handed out a punch, knocked off the young leader's sunglasses, stared in the sun, the corners of the young man's eyes were mottled, the bumps were full of scars, the red flesh was rolling, and it was indescribably hideous and terrifying.

Zhao Yunni's girlish temperament, at first glance, was startled, and cried out with an "ah", the head of the mantis was hidden in Fang Lan's arms, and her shoulders trembled slightly, obviously frightened.

Fang Lan comforted softly, and at the same time did not forget to tease, and said with a smile: "Grandma, wasn't you very angry before?" How did you become such a bear in the blink of an eye? ”

The girl ignored his ridicule, still buried her head and refused to open her eyes, letting Fang Lan be sarcastic, just keeping her mouth shut and not saying a word.

At this moment, a thug saw that the leader was humiliated, and was so angry that he took out a firearm, pulled the trigger of the pistol, and with a snap, the bullet shot straight towards the middle-aged man.

Fang Lan's sharp eyes and quick hands shouted, "Be careful! Before he finished speaking, the man had already rushed out, struck his shoulders one by one, knocked a thug with an iron rod to the ground, snatched his weapon from his hand, and his vigorous fingers burst out, like a tidal wave rolling by, all gathered on the iron rod, and threw out.

The iron rod was thrown by his internal strength, and made a secret weapon to summon, and the wind and lightning pierced the air, and the last shot came first, and it was able to catch up with the bullets, and the two touched each other between the lightning and the fire, and the sparks flew everywhere, and both fell to the ground.

All of this is in an instant, in an instant, so fast that it is indistinguishable. Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, including the middle-aged man, no one saw how Fang Lan made a move, and the iron rod had already flown out.

In fact, Fang Lan's success relied on accurate calculations, coupled with the subtle instincts of martial artists, not that his body skills were really mysterious, faster than bullets. It's just that with his super divine sense, before the thug's elbow germanates, before the bullet comes out, the follow-up trajectory is calculated, the stick fires first and the bullet comes later, it is actually the bullet that hits the iron bar, not the iron rod to intercept the bullet.

Before this, the middle-aged man had already turned sideways and avoided the vital point, even if Fang Lan didn't make a move, with the level of thug shooting, he wouldn't be able to hurt him in the slightest. Just seeing Fang Lan's strength with his own eyes, he was still taken aback, and secretly thought, "I only said that the young man was a master before, that's all." But he didn't expect that the kung fu would be so high that he could compete with firearms. Hey, the hero is young, and I still underestimate him. ”

With a twist of thought in his mind, the attack in his hand became more and more fierce, he was angry that his opponent was sneaking up on the attack, leaving the young leader to ignore it, and handed it out with a punch, and went straight to the spear gangster, wanting to avenge the arrow.

How good is his kung fu, how can a mere gangster be an opponent? But when he saw the figure flickering, a scream came out, the thug was punched in the chest, his ribs were broken, he fell to the ground, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he was severely injured in an instant. The guns in his hands were also taken away and made into wedding dresses for others.

The middle-aged man held a gun in his hand, didn't look at it, threw it to Fang Lan casually, and asked, "Little guy, do you want to use the gun?" This iron lump looks good in workmanship, although it is not as good as the regular army, but it is not as similar. ”

Ye Xiaotian's heart moved, and he shook his head, "The young master has always fought against people with his bare hands, although firearms can increase their power for a while and rely on them for a long time, after all, they will fall into the heart of striving for the Tao, so you should keep it for yourself." "I caught the pistol and wanted to throw it back.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile: "The pistol is too small, the firepower is too low, and the range is not enough, it doesn't have my appetite, my brother has always preferred a big sniper." ”

Fang Lan saw him talking and laughing, full of confidence, and said in his heart: "Listening to his tone, uncle must be a master sniper." It's strange, idle soldiers have the most contact with rifles, and snipers are the only standard for special forces. Could it be that the uncle is actually from a special forces? ”

As soon as this thought passed, he didn't have time to think about it, grinned, walked to the injured bastard, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said with a smile: "Brother, I will inquire about something with you." ”

The bastard saw that he had a strange smile, as if he was turning some bad idea in his head, and looked vigilant, "Don't ask me questions, I don't know anything." ”

Fang Lan smiled: "I really don't know? The palm of his hand poked out, pressed on the gangster's "Baihui acupoint", and said to himself, "I go down with this palm, but I don't know what the consequences are?" ”

The thug had seen his kung fu of blocking bullets with a stick, and he knew it very well, and he knew that Fang Lan spit out his palm, and he was afraid that he would have to go on the Huangquan Road, and he sighed, "I admit it, you ask." ”

Fang Lan nodded, "Where did you buy that pistol?" ”

The gangster honestly confessed, "Wuli Lane in the west of the city." ”

Wuli Lane is an old former residence, similar to a slum, mixed with fish and dragons, extremely chaotic law and order, many illegal activities converge here, Fang Lan heard the gangster say this place, he believed it in his heart, and continued to ask: "The brother who sold you the pistol, does he have his name and contact information?" ”

The thug corrected: "It's not Brother Ren, the one who sold my arms, she is a woman, and her means are all over the world, and she is powerful." She is an old man who dominates one side, known as one of the two giants in the county, but she doesn't just sell pistols, she has all kinds of murder and brawl things, as long as you can afford it, tanks and helicopters can also get it for you. ”

Fang Lan smiled faintly, the gangster's words obviously had an element of boasting, and he couldn't be trusted. Helicopter tanks and other things, how can they be sold if they are sold? smiled: "Have you seen that female military dealer?" ”

The bastard's face was full of disappointment and regret, "I thought, but with my status, how can I be qualified?" ”

Fang Lan smiled: "You are also honest." But as you say, I have a little doubt: how do you know that she is an old man since you have never met her? Still calling her an old man? ”

The thug's face turned red: "I just said it casually and speculated randomly." In my impression, if you give up the second generation of rich officials and the second generation, successful people are not young, and women are even more so. In a place like Wuli Lane, there can never be any rich second generation, so I privately speculate that this heroine who sells arms must be not young. ”

Fang Lan smiled: "Listening to your analysis, it seems that there is some truth. "Stretch out your hand" and bring it. ”

The thug was puzzled, "What to take?" ”

Fang Lan said: "The contact information of the female hero, the mobile phone number." ”

The thug shook his head and said, "How can someone like me have the private number of an arms giant?" You go to the boss and ask, he probably knows. ”