The noisy hall was surprisingly silent for a moment, and the host and Moxican looked at each other, only to realize after a while that Wren had just said something very straightforward, and there was no deep meaning in it.

The host pointed to Wren's not sturdy body in disbelief, and said absurdly: "It's up to you? ”

Wren nodded honestly, thinking in his heart that the third-level ability may be weaker, and he has a chance of winning against a group of ordinary people, right?

Everyone let out a burst of laughter, thinking that Wren was crazy in the head, did he know what kind of person the royal family was? The good show of the royal family is not something that can be solved by breaking arms and hands.

Mo Xigan's face on the side was pale, Liu Li's 'goods' were transported by him, except for the fork, which was naturally carried by him, seeing the host's face deteriorate, Mo Xigan's heart jumped, and he yelled at the two big men in charge of care on the stage: "Look at it, don't kill this turtle son for me!" ”

The two big men were indifferent and stared at Moxican coldly, the two of them only obeyed the host's transfer, but they would not pay attention to his little gangster.

Seeing that the host's face was getting worse and worse, Moxigan's heart sank, and if he didn't solve the trouble of Rennes quickly, let alone a reward, he might be repaired by the royal family. As soon as he thought of the consequences, Moxigan's back chilled and he glanced at Wren.

Fortunately, it's okay, it's just a guy who hasn't been a student for a long time, Moxican has been stumbling in society for so many years, and he is confident that his legs and feet have a little kung fu, and it's not easy to clean up a child? Looking at the host's meaning, it should be that he and Wren have a fight and make a plug into the show.

Thinking of this, and knowing that there was still room for redemption, Moxican immediately screamed and rushed towards Wren and swung it with a punch!

The straight punch smashed into the back of Wren's head without any fancy, and Wren didn't dodge or dodge it, and took the punch head-on. In his heart, he still guards a moral bottom line, if people don't offend me, I won't offend people. But if anyone sins against me, hum!

"Wren ......" Liu Li only knew that Wren was not an ordinary person, but she didn't know how strong his strength was, so she muttered uneasily.

Wren smiled coldly, except for a slight numbness in the back of his head, and said, "This punch makes yours." ”

Moxigan was stunned, he was also a gangster who had been mixed for more than ten years, he had never been missing in fights, and he had also experienced a lot of fights, but for some reason, he was cold in the face of this white-skinned young man. He snorted, stepped back a few points, smiled cruelly, and took out a bright dagger from behind his back at the exclamation of everyone, dangling it in front of Wren's eyes, forgive you for your rough skin and thick flesh, and you can't resist the knife!

At this time, the two strong men on the stage saw that Wren had been punched and had nothing to do, and realized that it was not an ordinary fight that could be solved, so they quietly walked over to block Wren's back road, obviously not intending to let him go easily.

Seeing this, Wren smiled instead, and looked at Moxican's biggest reliance with disdain, that is, the little dagger. Show off your sword skills in front of him? I don't know how this gangster compares to the man with glasses.

"Liu Li, go to the side first." Wren picked up the girl's clothes on the floor and draped them over her shoulders, protecting her behind her back.

"But......" the girl's voice revealed hesitation.

"Don't worry." Wren turned his head and smiled confidently. He was a supernatural person, and then he was injured by this group of ordinary people, so he simply committed suicide.

When he turned to face the Mohican group, Wren's smile faded, and his eyes turned cold. He clenched his hands into fists and struck a basic fighting stance.

Mohican gasped under Wren's menacing gaze, and several times he tried to move his body but did not listen, and his body instinct told him of the danger of the man in front of him.

In this way, several people were deadlocked for half a minute. Mohican's legs trembled, a dense layer of sweat appeared on his cheeks, and he somewhat understood how he felt now, he was being targeted by a grumpy lion.

"Go!" Mohican's face turned red and roared, he felt that if he didn't do anything, he might be able to crush him with Wren's gaze alone. So he lunged forward, stabbing Wren insidiously with a dagger in his right hand.

Wren stood still, the advancing Mohican and the dagger stabbing at him in slow motion, like newborn babies compared to the Adept.

"That's it?" The moment Wren spoke, his right hand raised like lightning, and he grabbed Moxican's wrist like a giant steel pincer.

The two strong men in black who were about to help were also shocked, Moxican's desperate blow was like child's play, and looking at the latter's expression, he had more than enough power.

Wren's right hand slowly increased his strength, and he saw that Moxican's face was pale, and the five fingers of the dagger were like dying crab claws, and they were weakly released and cocked one by one, and finally he was no longer able to grasp the dagger, and fell to the ground with a snap.

Moxigan's expression was painful, and he moaned in pain from time to time: ", let go of me, let go of me!" ”

But how could Wren do what he wanted, in the face of such social dregs, without giving a profound lesson, they don't have a long memory. The power on his right hand was still increasing, and Mohican's wrist made a terrible click of bones breaking.

At this time, Moxican could no longer care about being reserved, tears and snot flowed, and he begged for mercy vigorously. This scene shocked the audience, no one would have thought that such an unsurprising young man would be a master? The host's face changed, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

He is the person in charge of the royal family tonight, if he is smashed and let people leave peacefully, his life will come to an end, this young man must leave something tonight! He vaguely waved his hand to the two strong men, making a clicking motion, and the two strong men understood, and immediately rushed up, one left and one right, and the huge fists and whip legs swept towards Wren.

Wren cut and threw the dead dog-like Mohican in his hand to the ground, his left fist and right leg at the same time to meet the two big men who attacked.

In this way, in full view of everyone, Wren's slender fist confronted two professionally trained bodyguards.

Mohican, who was lying on the ground spinning, had been paying attention to the battle situation, and couldn't help but smile cruelly when he saw this scene. No matter how high this bastard's martial arts skills are, he will not take advantage of this kind of competition of pure strength, and his fractures will be light later.

With a bang, the two figures staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

After seeing the two people who were knocked down, Mohican's eyes were so stunned that he even forgot the pain of his broken wrist and muttered, "How can it be ......"

Not only Mohican, but those who witnessed this scene were all glazed over, looking at the young man standing on the stage like petrified.

Just one confrontation, the two strong men crawled on the ground and rolled, looking at the abnormal bending of the fingers, they knew that the hand was useless, and then looked at the big man on the other side, and even fainted.

A huge ballroom, a dance hall where hundreds of people gathered, the silence was audible, and people looked at Wren as if they were looking at monsters.

Wren walked up to the muscular man step by step, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up effortlessly, the latter didn't dare to resist at all, and kept waving his hands.

"Take it, Lao Tzu's punch." Wren let out a loud snort, his right fist raised high, and in the muscular man's field of vision, the punch grew bigger and bigger, finally covering his vision.

With a bang, the muscular man flew out nearly three meters like a broken sack, spurting out a red line of blood from his mouth and nose, and the blood sprayed out, staining Wren's shirt red.

The fallen muscular man was dead or alive, half of his teeth were broken, the bridge of his nose was directly crooked, his eyelids were turned up, and his eyes were white.