Brother Scorpion has 10,000 alpacas galloping past in his heart.

As a mixed man on the road, I have seen a lot of all kinds of ruthless and shameless people, but there has never been a person like Ma Xiaozhen...... I don't talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes at all, benevolence, righteousness and morality!

It's simply a world of decay and moral decay!

It's so insidious!

It's so shameless!

It's so fucking shameless!

......

And the sinister and shameless Ma Xiaozhen didn't take Brother Scorpion's wailing to heart at all, and at the same moment when he secretly calculated Brother Scorpion, this thing had already used a head hammer with a perfect flirtatious leg to break free from the lock of the gangster behind him, and broke through in another direction.

As he ran, he only felt a stream of heat from the flip-flops under his feet, which rushed straight up from the springs at the bottom of his feet in an instant, and inexorably penetrated the meridians of his body. In an instant, his body suddenly seemed to be as soft as boneless, and he didn't even seem to feel the weight of a hundred catties.

What an amazing feeling!

Ma Xiaozhen was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that the magic of the pair of flip-flops under his feet had been integrated by himself a little bit, his confidence increased greatly, and he accelerated his breakthrough.

"Kill him for me!"

With a shout from Brother Scorpion, the two gangsters who reacted quickly chased after Ma Xiaozhen together, one after the other, blocking Ma Xiaozhen.

Ma Xiaozhen, who was running at high speed, suddenly turned around at a right angle, and his body was weird, and he moved out as lightly as a ghost.

"Bang-"

The two thugs who were chasing and intercepting each other ran too fast and couldn't catch the momentum, slammed into each other fiercely, and fell down with incredible eyes.

How is this possible?

How is it possible to complete an approximately right-angled traverse without slowing down in the case of a high-speed running sprint?

Is this an action that a human being can do?

It's ...... It's like a ghost.

The two thugs were horrified.

Ma Xiaozhen made this sideways move, and he was also very happy in his heart, but before he could take a breath, he only heard the sound of the wind "whirring" on the right, and a steel pipe had already hit the back of his head, which was the yellow-haired gangster who was holding the steel pipe just now to break his legs.

The yellow-haired gangster has been on the street for many years, and has participated in hundreds of large and small group fights, although he is not the most capable of fighting, but he can definitely be regarded as the most insidious. In the group fight, he never fights head-on with people, but his ability to take the time to fight the stuffy stick is a must, and countless street fierce people just didn't take him, a yellow-haired non-mainstream killer, Matt, seriously, but he was shot in the head by his stuffy stick.

A confident smile floated on Huang Mao's lips, this steel pipe, he took advantage of the moment when Ma Xiaozhen had just turned around at a right angle, and suddenly made a move, just when Ma Xiaozhen's old power had been eliminated and the new force had not risen. He was 100% sure that Ma Xiaozhen would fall to the ground under this smack.

However, in the next moment, the yellow-haired gangster couldn't laugh

With 100% certainty and full of confidence, he swung the stick in the air!

At the moment when the yellow-haired gangster made a move, Ma Xiaozhen, who was supposed to fall to the ground under his stick, jumped slightly, swayed like a willow leaf in the breeze, and rose three feet taller, standing on top of the steel pipe he was holding.

The scene froze for a moment.

The thugs stared at the two figures in the middle, dumbfounded.

The yellow-haired thug held the steel pipe in his hand, still maintaining the same movement as the steel pipe was swinging.

And on the steel pipe in his hand, Ma Xiaozhen's toes tapped lightly at the end of the steel pipe.

He looked calm, his pants fluttered, and he had flip-flops between his toes......

Proudly independent, like a god!

The yellow-haired thug looked at Ma Xiaozhen's flip-flops on his steel pipe, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

What's going on?

How is it possible for a person to stand on a steel pipe?

Standing on a steel pipe with a weight of 100 pounds, why can't you feel the weight?

Could it be a reed crossing the river by the ancestor of Bodhidharma?

Still is......

This kid came out of an acrobatic troupe?

This must be a dream, right?

However, the sour and spicy smell of feet on the flip-flops on the steel pipe clearly told the yellow-haired gangsters......

This is not a dream.

The gangsters were collectively confused.

Just when the gangsters were confused, Ma Xiaozhen's heart could be described as ecstatic.

He felt as if he had become a cat, and he felt like a fallen leaf in the wind.

No matter how tall you are, you can jump up lightly, and you can also lift your weight and drop it lightly without making a sound.

The thugs' sharp fists and kicks and muffled sticks seemed to him to become like slow motion in his eyes, and with a slight jump, they could not even touch their shadows.

It's a Limbo catwalk!

Ma Xiaozhen didn't know that there was a step trick of "walking like a cat" in Tai Chi, and there was a twelve-character key of "rising and falling lightly, rising and falling slowly, and starting and falling." "You have to walk like a cat and fall like a leaf. As soon as he wore the flip-flops with the power of a civet cat, he penetrated the high and profound step realm of Tai Chi without much effort.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in a daze!

Brother Scorpion, who finally stopped the nosebleed, finally got up from the ground and roared at the dazed thugs.

The yellow-haired gangster reacted first, he was used to playing stuffy sticks, and he never confronted people head-on, this time seeing Ma Xiaozhen standing lightly on top of the stuffy stick in his hand, he became the focus of attention in the audience, and he couldn't help but feel furious.

Hearing the boss's order, the yellow-haired gangster immediately made a decision, roared fiercely, and threw out the steel pipe in his hand with all his might.

At the moment when the steel pipe was taken off, Ma Xiaozhen's flip-flops were lightly touched on the steel pipe, and the person had already fallen.

But the steel pipe was slightly changed direction, like a meteor sliding across the night sky, and flew straight towards the roaring scorpion brother.

"Bang-"

With a muffled tooth-itching sound, the steel pipe hit the poor nose of the scorpion brother impartially.

"the mud horse!"

The terrible screams made everyone present close their eyes unbearably.

Then came the scorpion brother's frantic roar: "Ahhh

Perhaps it was Brother Scorpion's terrible screams that added a bit of tragic color, and the gangsters began to desperately manipulate the weapons in their hands and pounced on Ma Xiaozhen together.

Ma Xiaozhen easily dodged the flying punch, and he only felt that the heat surging from the flip-flops was rushing in his body, not only penetrating the meridians of his legs, but now flowing to his hands.

It was a wonderful feeling, the hands were hot, and it was ......

I'd love to give it a punch.

Ma Xiaozhen held the mentality of "try it", and punched a tall gangster in front of him.

"Bang-"

A tall and burly thug weighing more than one hundred and eighty pounds flew out sideways, flying seven or eight meters in the air.

The back of his head, impartially, struck Scorpion's fragile nose bone again.

Brother Scorpion no longer had the strength to scream, he was like a sad, mournful and hesitant lilac, falling down in tears, letting his nosebleed spray into a Dubai music fountain.

And the burly gangster who weighed one hundred and eighty pounds spit out the overnight meal the day before yesterday without saying a word, and then rolled his eyes and burped cleanly and fell unconscious.

Once again, the air froze in the audience.

The screaming chicken keenly felt the atmosphere of the scene, and once again led the singing, dutifully accompanied by background music.

"How invincible it is—how lonely-

How invincible it is—how empty-

Alone at the peak, the cold wind keeps blowing!

My loneliness, who can understand me!"