One by one, they came out of the Shen family.

There are still some doubts in my heart.

Li Huixin and Shen Weiwei were able to hold back and didn't do anything to her?

She secretly transported her true qi and felt it, but she didn't find anything unusual.

She walked to the nearby street, planning to buy some delicious food for her son and then go back to Lingquan Villa.

Before I thought about it, I turned an intersection and was surrounded by a group of people.

She calmly glanced at the very social gangsters, more than a dozen, all of them were martial, with thorns and evil eyes.

"Boss, this woman is good!"

"Tsk, look at this face, and this figure, it must taste great......"

"Don't rob me, I'll come first!"

The head of this group of people approached one by one, looking at her obscenely.

One by one, they squinted.

"I advise you, it's better not to touch me!"

"Yo, this girl is pretty crazy!" The head with dyed red hair turned back to his accomplices and laughed wickedly.

"Boss, she won't be crazy in a while!"

"Boss, let her see how powerful you are, let her cry out loud, I can't help it when I look at her!"

Listening to the foul language of these people, a trace of fierceness crossed the bottom of their eyes one by one.

The red-haired head stepped forward and reached out to pinch Yiyi's chin, but before he touched Yiyi, she quickly dodged it.

"Hiding from what? Brother, I'll be gentle! ”

The head of the head said and approached, and the other men also looked at each other, and they approached at the same time.

One by one, his eyes flashed, flashed behind the head, his body was agile, and he instantly grabbed the opponent's hand and cut it back.

"Ahh......hh

I didn't expect her to be so good, the head wailed, his eyes signaled to his accomplices, and shouted: "Don't hurry up yet!" ”

Damn, this girl's kung fu is too good.

One by one, he lifted his feet and kicked the head away.

Immediately he spun to his feet, stepped on the wall and borrowed his strength, and there was a cry everywhere his legs and feet swept.

"Hit me, hit me hard!"

The red-haired head covered the bridge of his broken nose and scolded angrily.

"Damn, see if you can go crazy for a while, I'm going to make you kneel and call Dad!"

One by one, they sneered, and their fists were not polite at all.

After rejoicing in her true qi, she hadn't practiced her fists and feet well, only to blame this group of people for not having long eyes and bumping into them by herself.

Naturally, she will not be polite.

From the street corner to the alley, the scene is intense.

Just hearing the sound of the fight makes people's scalps tingle.

No one who passed by dared to take a second look inside, and hurried away.

"Master Lu, is it Miss Shen over there?"

Yuan Ding drove, dodged a cat passing by, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure in the alley, somewhat like Shen Yiyi, and exclaimed.

Lu Zhanyi's eyes flashed and he looked over.

Surprise crossed the bottom of his eyes.

A woman's vigorous body and skillful tricks are not practiced overnight.

Is her kung fu so good?

Lu Zhanyi's eyes were deep, staring at that side tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master Lu, do you want to go over and help?" Yuan Ding saw that gangsters showed off the murder weapon, and pinched a cold sweat for Shen Yiyi one by one.

Lu Zhanyi saw that she quickly dodged a gangster who wanted to plot against her, and kicked the other party away with his back, and he couldn't get up and fight back for a long time.

The tricks are swift and unobtrusive.

Looking at the neat figure in the distance, Lu Zhanyi's eyes crossed with appreciation, and his thin lips moved.

"Not necessarily!"

Yuan Ding looked at the battle situation over there, and admired it from the bottom of his heart.

"I really didn't see it, Miss Shen looks delicate, and her kung fu is so good!"

Lu Zhanyi's eyes burned, and when someone raised a knife and was about to stab her, his heart lifted.

Between the flips of his fingers, an invisible spiritual power flew over, instantly bounced off the sharp weapon in the opponent's hand.