The gangster saw the two thugs fall to the ground like this, and was stunned for a moment, then turned around and stretched out his hand to beckon: "All up, give it to me!" ”

What about the dignity of martial arts? However, in this way, it is very suitable for their personality.

"Mada Mada (Japanese), you're still far from it!" Wen Jin pinched his fingers and shouted with some excitement.

Not to mention these little gangsters, even if there are dozens of them, he is just as fearless. The gap between a monk in the middle stage of Qi cultivation and ordinary people is so big, the difference between heaven and earth.

How do you say that? The monks are not benevolent, and they use ordinary people as dogs, that's it, well, the reality is so cruel.

However, Wen Jin naturally would not honestly say that he was a monk. He enjoyed the feeling of beating them down one by one more than the thugs running away in panic.

Wen Jin nodded with satisfaction, a little perverted, but I like it!

The gangster leader was the first to rush up, bending his legs, punching, and a clear "drink" roared out of his mouth, but he didn't expect that he still had such a little martial arts foundation.

It's quite righteous, and it's the first to rush up. Still, it didn't work! Wen Jin grabbed the gangster's fist and gently pushed his chest with his other hand.

The head of the gangster suddenly put on an exaggerated expression, his eyes and eyebrows were rubbed together, and he shouted exaggeratedly: "It hurts!" Then he slowly fell to the ground.

He lay on the ground and said in a breathless voice, "Quick...... Hurry up! ”

Wen Jin: "......", I didn't make much effort, I just remembered to collect some strength! This acting is too hard and excessive!

If he didn't know it in his heart, he would have thought that this gangster leader was in a gang with him and was acting here.

But when he calmed down and thought about it, he understood the purpose of the gangster leader - this guy just wanted to escape the fight! Wen Jin's performance just now has proved that he is a tough nut, the gangster doesn't want to get hurt, and he wants his "brothers" to work hard, and he still wants to not lose face, so what should he do? Pretend to be defeated!

Moreover, even if Wen Jin wins, he can show weakness, pretend to be pitiful, and escape the next punishment.

Damn, scheming!

I thought he was so righteous that Wen Jin suddenly cast a contemptuous look at the gangster leader.

The rest of the thugs looked at each other, not knowing which one said, "Go! He's alone, and we're beating him! ”

"That's right! Beat him up! ”

The gangsters suddenly became energetic, high-spirited, and excited. A group of people gathered around him, like a flock of tigers surrounding a lamb to the slaughter.

Is that really the case?

Wen Jin stepped forward and stepped on the head lying on the ground that he despised. He really kicked hard, and the gangster head suddenly screamed.

It gave him a hint of realism to the action of rolling around and covering his stomach.

"It's so cruel to bully a wounded person!" The thugs were full of grief and indignation, and they squeezed out a little tear and said.

Wen Jin was speechless, who was going to beat me up?

After thinking about it, he stepped on the head again.

"It's so cruel to bully a wounded person!"

One more step.

"It's cruel......"

What is the nature of human beings? Sure enough, it's a repeater!

"Don't talk about those who have and don't, aren't you going to beat me up, come, come here!" Wen Jin let go of the gangster leader who was stepping on his feet—and ran over a few times by the way—and then shouted defiantly at the thugs.

One of the thugs shouted, "Up! ”

Sometimes that's the case, and if no one takes the lead, there's a chance that a group of people will hesitate. But if someone goes to be the leader, everyone will muster up the courage -

Sometimes, one person is more important than a group of people.

For Wenjin, this is still the case. When the gangsters rushed over in a chaotic manner with a scream, his mood was actually like water.

Because he knew he would win!

A thug shouted and ran towards Wen Jin, and the iron rod in his hand slashed down vertically from top to bottom, bringing a whistling wind, full of momentum.

Wen Jin dodged sideways, and the iron rod swept past his side, without touching a corner of his clothes.

He said, "Not fast enough!" He then held down the iron rod and slammed his knee right in the belly, causing him to curl up and fall to the ground screaming.

Several other thugs rushed forward at this time and surrounded Wen Jin, trying to fight more and less.

The iron rods in their hands stabbed frequently, and although the smooth end of the rod did not hurt anyone, it could make people hurt for a while.

"I'm hiding!" Wen Jin dodged a swift stab from his side. "I'm hiding!" He leaned over and an iron rod pierced him in the back. "I'll hide again!" Bending over and twisting, he made a plank and the stick swept over his abdomen.

"Not fierce enough!" He waved his hand and flicked off an iron rod and said so.

"Enough!" Another group of thugs came forward and pumped Wen Jin with iron rods one by one.

Wen Jin twisted his waist, raised his legs, stretched his feet, and whipped his legs, swept through the iron rods, swinging all the sticks away, and the remaining momentum was still strong, screaming and kicking away the thugs around him.

The thugs fell to the ground on their backs, and suddenly, Wen Jin's body cleared - and then filled with more thugs.

"Not fast enough!"

"Cheerful, cheerful, come again!" Wen Jin was excited, it was the first time since he was born so heartily to fight.

Some people may say that this is just bullying the small with the big, but don't forget, the gangsters also bully the little with the more!

It's all a good word, and the gangsters are profitable, but in Wen Jin's eyes, they are different from Li Hong. Li Hong's sake of profit is an equivalent exchange, and it is not shameful to fight the weak against the strong and use legitimate means to obtain benefits. It is very shameful that the gangsters are purely bullying the weak and squeezing the due interests of the people of the lower classes.

Today, Wen Jin wants to teach them a profound lesson, not to mention changing the evil and returning to the right, but also to let them know that not everyone is so easy to bully!

So, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and like a swordsman who does not touch a leaf, he shuttles through this chaotic battlefield, from time to time reaching out and brushing, or slapping with his palm, or punching with his fist, swinging iron rods one after another, giving the gangsters not fatal, but by no means uncomfortable.

After the fight was cool, Wen Jin began to be proud. Look at these usually domineering little thugs, aren't they still my defeated men?

After being proud for a long time, Wen Jin floated a little, his pigtails were also cocked, and he reached out to hold an iron rod stabbed in front of him, and he let out an uninhibited laugh: "Look, you can't hit me, if you hit me, I'll ......"

With a loud chirp, a sword stabbed Wen Jin, only an inch deep into the flesh before being blocked.

Wen Jin looked at the "little gangster" who hit him blankly, and the "little gangster" also looked at him blankly.

Wen Jin: "......"

"Gangsters": "......"

What about the iron rod that he said he would only use? Where did you get the sword?

Wen Jin asked weakly, "That...... Can you take back what you just said? ”