He was now struggling to protect his head, rolling back and forth, dodging the falling fists and falling kicks at his feet.

Even though he had tried his best to dodge, he still suffered a lot.

The unbridled ridicule mixed with his muffled grunt was unusually clear in the somewhat silent alley.

After probing, I found that these people were all mortals who had no cultivation at all.

Zhuohua frowned and walked over quickly.

"Stop." She shouted.

Those people's movements froze, and they all looked at Zhuohua.

Looking at this, I can't help but be a little stunned.

"Yo, where did the little lady come from, she is so beautiful? Why don't you go back with us and make a concubine for my young master? ”

One of them spoke in a flirtatious tone.

When the rest of the people heard this, they all burst out laughing.

A hint of darkness flashed in Zhuohua's eyes, where did this come from, and he dared to tease her?

She hated this kind of disciple who didn't respect women at all.

"Looking for death?" Her beautiful eyes froze, and her fists creaked.

"If you come at me, don't bother others."

The boy lying on the ground weakly said with all his strength, his face was covered with dirt and blood, but he could still tell that he was a very good-looking boy.

"Girl, run!" He shouted at Zhuohua with all his might.

Zhuohua raised his eyebrows in a slightly surprised way, this boy's heart is not bad, but it is worth her helping him.

"Hey, do you still have the strength?" She tilted her head and smiled at the boy lying on the ground.

"What, what?"

"If you have the strength, you can stand up, and it is better to be able to hit a few than to be beaten in vain."

Zhuohua hooked his lips and smiled, and after saying this, he rushed over like a ray of light.

She didn't use her spiritual power to teach these people a lesson, but used the way ordinary people fight, fighting fists.

Zhuohua rushed to the first person to speak ill of her, grabbed his arm and twisted it backwards with a hard backhand. The pain made the man let out a sharp scream in an instant.

"Get up, my sister will teach you how to fight today."

The boy looked at Zhuohua dumbfounded.

He originally thought that this was a weak girl, but he never expected it to be so powerful.

It's always hard to let girls compare to the past.

He gritted his teeth, held his palms on the ground, and got up little by little.

He coughed. wiped the blood from his mouth, and then lunged at the person closest to him.

"This dog mongrel is crazy!" The people around him panicked instantly.

When the boy heard this, he hissed even harder.

"The mouth is useless, it can be donated to those who need it." Zhuohua's eyes were cold, and he slapped it, but this slap used enough strength, and the person's face instantly turned red as if it was about to drip blood, swollen and high.

The men glanced at each other and pounced on each other.

Zhuo Hua smiled indifferently, now in her eyes, this level of fighting, the other party is no different from the person who came to give away the head.

She reflexively kicked the heart of the man behind her, and the man was kicked out of the way, spitting out a mouthful of blood along the way.

Then she grabbed a person's hair with one hand, and then pulled her left and right hands at the same time, and the two of them buzzed their heads, and it seemed that they could see the stars in the sky.

The boy was not to be outdone, although he did not quench his body and did not have much strength, but his style of play also made people a little helpless.