Fang Fang's kicked stool slammed into the hammer-wielding thug's back with a strong gust of wind, and the thug screamed miserably, and let go of the hammer handle with both hands.

In the confusion, no one could see where the stool was flying from.

But the sledgehammer continued to castrate, and it still smashed into Mo Rufeng's head.

The people watching from afar couldn't help but gasp, this hammer smashed on the head, even if it didn't die, it had to be crippled!

Mo Rufeng was pressed to the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the light cast the shadow of the sledgehammer on the ground, and at the same time, he heard the wind whirring behind his head getting closer and closer.

He sighed silently.

At the last moment, Mo Rufeng jerked his head to the right.

A sledgehammer swept past his ear and slammed into the concrete floor, splashing sparks. A few sparks splashed on his face, and he felt a burning pain in his face.

"Daddy! Hurry up! Mo Feifei cried, and the child obviously sensed that something was wrong.

"Son, don't cry, Daddy is here!" Mo Rufeng shouted.

At the same time, he flipped his wrists outward, grabbing the wrists of the two minions who were holding his hands down. Before the two minions could react, they felt a strong force in the middle, and the two involuntarily pounced together, and the two heads collided fiercely, and they immediately fainted.

The two minions who held Mo Rufeng's feet found that Mo Rufeng was resisting, and hurriedly rushed forward, trying to increase their strength to stop his movements.

But Mo Rufeng's left hand was propped up on the ground, his body twisted, and his body produced a huge rotating force, and the two minions wanted to hold him, but where could they hold it? I saw Mo Rufeng like a dragon going out to sea, one turned over, had broken free from the control of the two, and stood up.

"You're the opposite! Whoever dares to beat Lao Tzu, you are doomed! Qiao Er took two steps back, took out his mobile phone to call someone, and pointed at Mo Rufeng and threatened.

Mo Rufeng suddenly walked straight to Mo Feifei, he gently wiped the tears on the child's face, and said softly: "Manly man, don't cry, how do you say that?" ”

"A daughter doesn't change a man's tears!"

"Very good, let's get out of here, you be quiet, don't be afraid, there's dad here, nothing, huh? You'd better sleep a little longer! Mo Ru Feng gently brushed the snowflakes off the boy's hat, pulled down the boy's hat, and covered his face.

"Watch your back!" At this time, Lin Fengyu's shout was heard.

The two minions who held down Mo Rufeng's feet just now, seeing that Mo Rufeng broke free, felt very faceless in front of Qiao Er, and the two of them were outflanking Mo Rufeng on the left and right. The other thug picked up the sledgehammer on the ground, and at Qiao Er's signal, he also slowly approached Mo Rufeng.

Mo Rufeng suddenly turned around, jumped up, and slammed his right foot into the front minion's head.

The minion instinctively slashed his head to the side, the kick on his shoulder, and he snorted and crouched on the ground.

Mo Rufeng's feet landed steadily, barely stopping for half a second, and his right elbow slammed into the chest of the minions behind his right. There was a muffled thud in the minions' chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a "poof", and slowly fell to the ground.

The rabbit rises and falls, and the eagle strikes, and these two blows are only completed between breaths.

Fang Fang's drunkenness had long since vanished, and she was stunned by everything in front of her, she looked at Lin Fengyu with an inquiring eye: "He is deeply hidden, what do you think he is from?" ”

"The movements are simple and fast, there is no half superfluous movements, and the strength is extremely great, the moves are only the key points, this person's hand-to-hand combat ability is extraordinary!" Lin Fengyu whispered, "This is not an ordinary fighting technique, this is a hand-to-hand combat trick in the army!" ”

The minion with the hammer didn't hit Mo Rufeng before, and thought he was lucky. At this time, the two companions froze to the ground in an instant, he knew that the man in front of him and the small vendors who were beaten to the point of blue nose and swollen face and fart did not dare to let go of one were afraid that they would not be all the way, and a sudden chill felt in his heart, dragging the hammer, turning around and running backwards.

Suddenly, he crashed into a man.

He looked up and saw that this person was Mo Rufeng, who was stupid for a while.

Mo Ru came first after the wind, and actually came in front of him.

"Have you ever been beaten?" Mo Rufeng stared into his eyes and asked lightly.

"Nope! For a long time... Without! He didn't expect Mo Rufeng to intercept him and not do it.

"You like to beat people to death, and you can also taste the taste of being beaten!" Before Mo Rufeng's words fell, the little minions had already received a punch in the stomach, and before he could feel the pain, his body flew up. As soon as he flew up, he was kicked in the back again, and he only felt a sharp pain rising from his internal organs, and his body was like a cloud.

"Wow, that's amazing, this uncle can fly!" In a trance, he heard the childish voice of a child.

Then he fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, he felt a sharp pain coming from his abdomen and back, and the fishy liquid from the corner of his mouth flowed out, almost suffocating.

It turns out that the taste of being beaten is really uncomfortable!

"You wait!" Qiao Er took two steps back, seeing that he was still too close to Mo Rufeng, and took two more steps back.

Mo Rufeng didn't pursue, he stood still, his eyes swept around, only to find that he was actually standing in front of Zhang Da's stall.

Zhang Da stood on the side of the case, his legs couldn't help but tremble, with a smile on his face, and said to Mo Rufeng: "Wind... Elder brother... Brother Feng, take a break! I'll give you all your lamb back!" ”

The obese female vendor looked at Mo Rufeng without blinking, and her mouth was wide open enough to feed a fist.

Mo Rufeng didn't pay attention to them, he took off his apron, threw it on the ground, turned around and walked to Mo Feifei's side, then gently carried the child on his back, and then used a long and wide cloth belt to hold the child firmly. He moved very carefully, wrapping the cloth tape four or five times until he finally tied a dead knot in front of his shoulder. In this way, the child is firmly anchored to him.

Lin Fengyu and Fang Fang are no strangers to this method of carrying children, which is very common in the mountainous areas of Sichuan. Mothers or fathers use this method to carry their children on their backs, and they can climb mountains and mountains, and ordinary bumps will not turn the child upside down.

At this time, more than a dozen gangsters with knives and sticks gathered behind Qiao Er, they briefly discussed a few words, and then surrounded Mo Rufeng with murderous energy.

"Run!" Lin Fengyu whispered to Mo Rufeng. The enemy is outnumbered, and we are the best.

It's like the wind.

He pulled the child's hat with his backhand, covering the child's face completely.

Then, he looked at a stick the thickness of a wine glass standing on the cart, picked up a kitchen knife, and slashed at it diagonally. I only heard a "click", and the wooden stick was split by Mo Rufeng.

Mo Rufeng was calm and calm, holding the wooden stick in his right hand, and the tip of the wooden stick was forward, steadily walking towards the group of gangsters.

Lin Fengyu watched him walk forward step by step, as if he was not a wooden stick in his hand, but a murderous spear!