Zhou Ming has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his kung fu is naturally good, although these dozen thugs are all wide and fat, and they look fierce, in fact, their kung fu is very average, and some people are still light and fluttering when they run, and they are hollowed out by wine at a glance, and they are not beaten at all.

Zhou Ming's figure moved quickly, and there was even a happy smile on his face, over the years, he had to be forced to practice by his master every day, but he rarely did it with others, and now he finally caught a good opportunity, how could he not make good use of it.

Two people rushed first, one with a kitchen knife in his hand, and the other with a thick wooden stick in his hand, and slashed down at Zhou Ming in the face, Zhou Ming's body flashed flexibly, dodged the person who split himself with a knife, and kicked towards the chest of another person with a wooden stick, and the wooden stick of the person holding the wooden stick had not yet fallen, and his body flew straight backwards, just falling on those who continued to rush towards Zhou Ming, and immediately fell down several times.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhou Ming pinched the wrist of the person holding the kitchen knife, and secretly used a force, using about thirty percent of his strength, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", and the wrist bone was directly pinched and dislocated for him, the person holding the kitchen knife suddenly let out a miserable cry, and had already let go of the hand holding the kitchen knife, and before the kitchen knife fell to the ground, Zhou Ming gently raised his foot and kicked on the kitchen knife, but saw the kitchen knife "whew" and flew into the air. Spinning in the air a few times, this hand kung fu is really beautiful, and extremely thrilling, once Zhou Ming's foot kicked on the blade, blood must be splashed on the spot immediately, there must be an extremely accurate head to do, this move immediately caused a burst of exclamations from the onlookers, and they scattered a large circle around, only Qingfeng Dao Chang'an stood there safely, without the slightest panicked look, there seemed to be a smile on his face, and he thought to himself, It seems that Zhou Ming's kung fu has grown a little bit recently, and he has walked for more than half a year, but his ability on his legs and feet has not fallen at all.

With the exclamation of everyone, the kitchen knife fell, Zhou Ming just stretched out his hand, held the kitchen knife firmly in his hand, there was a guy in his hand, and his courage suddenly became a little stronger, he ran straight towards the thugs not far away, and between the knives in his hands, he only heard a few sounds of "brush ......", the kitchen knife danced in Zhou Ming's hand was a tiger and a tiger, and the thugs only felt that their waists were cold, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly slipped down their faces, and they thought that they were cut by Zhou Ming's kitchen knife, and looked down, but saw that only the belt of his pants was cut off, and he was about to run wildly, but his pants fell off immediately, revealing a row of snow-white thighs, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly let out a roaring laugh, this is watching people fight, it is more exciting than watching monkeys.

After this fight, it only took less than a bag of cigarettes to cut off everyone's trouser belts by Zhou Ming, and this group of thugs threw away the wooden stick machetes in their hands, holding their pants in both hands, and looked at Zhou Ming with a horrified expression, that is called a wolf bèi.