There is a group of humming and chirping unlucky eggs at his feet, facing three or five hesitant gangsters, how familiar this scene is.

Su Zimu touched his nose with his thumb, and the feeling of Brother Xiaolong's possession came spontaneously.

So I'm so good at fighting!

One word: cool!

"Rubbish!" The centipede face came out of the crowd, and the rest of the splashes retreated one after another.

Yo, hit the small one and the old one, this is the main one?

The centipede face sneered, and there was disdain in his confident eyes: "The little white face has two hits, we don't know each other, follow me if you know each other, otherwise, don't blame Hu Ye for being ruthless!" ”

There's something wrong with this man's brain, right? Thank you so much!

"With you?" Su Zimu sneered, "Why are you going?" Raiding homes and robbing houses to bully men and women? That's all there is to it for such an adult? Do you need me to pee on it for you? ”

When it comes to mouth cannons, anchors are professional!

In a word, the centipede's face was tightened and shortness of breath, and his face became more and more gloomy: "Look for death!" ”

Before the words fell, Su Zimu's eyes flickered, and the centipede's face brushed in front of him, and he smashed his chest with a punch.

Su Zimu stepped back a few steps and slammed into the earthen wall behind him.

It's not like a punch, it's like being hit by a battering ram!

Su Zimu was stunned at the time, thinking that the centipede face was also a good thing, and he wanted to kick it on the iron plate.

The centipede's face was unforgiving, and when he rushed up, he punched and kicked, hammering more than 30 punches and 20 kicks, and beat Su Zimu so much that he couldn't raise his head.

Su Zimu was angry and anxious, and had the heart to fight back, but he couldn't even catch the shadow of the centipede's face.

After all, he grew up in a peaceful era, and military body boxing is the only physical skill he has ever come into contact with, and it is more than enough to deal with gangsters, but it is really powerless to deal with centipede faces.

But although the opponent's fists and feet were heavy, they were not unbearable, and they couldn't see where the centipede's face was anyway, so Su Zimu simply gave up the treatment, picked up the eight punches of the big windmill king, and didn't care about smashing them all the time.

Wang Baquan opened and closed in an unrestrained manner, although there was no discipline, but he punched the master to death, messed up the rhythm of the centipede's face, and turned the all-out attack into an offensive and defensive.

The arms of the two collided a few times, and Su Zimu only felt a heart-piercing pain, but he held a breath in his heart, and gritted his teeth and refused to give in.

On the contrary, the centipede face suddenly took a few steps back, and pinched the belt with his back to relax his muscles and invigorate his blood to relieve the pain.

Why is this kid so beaten, his arms are numb, and the little white face has nothing to do?

Su Zimu shook his arm, rubbed his swollen and sore cheeks again, and spat viciously: "Come again!" ”

Heaven will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically...... What's next? I can't remember!

But this is not the point, the point is that Lao Tzu has encountered so many twists and turns as soon as he came through, it must be the grinding of God, this is the rhythm of the next day!

Let the storm come harder!

The scar on the centipede's face twitched: The little white face is still energetic, do you really think that you have Hu Ye in those two strokes?

It really made you stop, where did Hu Ye's face go?

In front of everyone's eyes, the centipede couldn't hold its face, and rushed up again without saying a word.

Su Zimu still responded with Wang Baquan, no matter whether the centipede face punched or footed, he just waved and danced with one mind.

It didn't take long for the two of them to make more than a hundred moves.

Su Zimu ignored the pain and became more and more courageous, but the centipede face was physically and mentally exhausted, his strength was declining, and his speed was getting slower and slower.

It was also a coincidence, Su Zimu suddenly felt that there was something more in his hand, and instinctively grabbed it, only to find that it was the arm of the centipede face.

The centipede's face was not good, and he flew up with all his strength, intending to force Su Zimu to let go.

But Su Zimu has been aggrieved for a long time, and finally seized the opportunity, how can there be any reason to let go?

He suddenly exerted his strength, dragged the centipede face in front of him, and rounded his arm with a slam blow.

The centipede bent its arms to block it, and its arms collided with each other, and there was a muffled bang.

A huge force struck, and the centipede fluttered under its face and feet, and almost fell to the ground.

Su Zimu dragged the opponent to death, smashed and blocked again, and continued to smash and continue to block.

With every collision, the centipede face had to take a few steps back, retreat to the side of the street in a blink of an eye, and was smashed into the wall by Su Zimu's punch.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded, the clever ones quietly retreated, and the not-so-smart ones were stunned and sweated like rain.

Su Zimu suddenly roared, turned his anger into strength, and smashed a heavy fist on Centipedeface's arm.

There was a crisp click, and the iron stake-like forearm snapped on the spot.

The centipede's face was also stiff, but it just snorted, refusing to scream.

But as soon as this arm was folded, his skills were immediately greatly reduced.

Su Zimu knew what it meant to be merciful to the enemy was cruel to himself, he didn't mean to keep his hand at all, ping pong was a round of combination punches: "I'll let you fight, why are you so cool?" ”

The centipede face was desperately protecting its head and face, only the ability to parry and not the power to fight back, but it did not forget to fight back: "Good fight!" ”

I'll go?

Su Zimu was shocked, are you a town in Guanxi?

Look at the flaw and smash it on the opponent's soft underbelly: "Dare to hit Lao Tzu's idea, are you so hard-witted!" ”

"Go on!" The centipede's face was so painful that his voice changed tone.

Ouch? Hit hard stubble?

Su Zimu worked harder, and smashed it with a few punches: "If you dare to fight back, I'll let you fight back!" ”

The centipede's face and mouth and nose spurted blood, and the dead duck's mouth was still hard: "There is a kind of beating Lao Tzu to death!" ”

Shout, this guy is tougher than Zhen Kansai!

Su Zimu kicked on the knee of the centipede face: "I'll make you hard, you can show me hard!" ”

The protagonist in the movie is a hard bone who refuses to compromise at every turn, and often wins the admiration of his opponents.

But Su Da anchor never thought so.

If he is a good person, even if he is a soft egg, he can give maximum tolerance; On the contrary, like a centipede face is not a thing, no matter how hard it is, it is a scourge that will only make good people suffer!

What is there to admire about this kind of scum?

The judging criteria are a bit idealistic, but Su Zimu has his own rod scales.

As a modern person, Su Zimu didn't plan to take the life of Centipede Face, but he also had to ensure that Centipede Face no longer had the ability to cause trouble!

"That's pretty much it." A faint voice suddenly came from behind him, "How can you say that you are also a monk, why should you be familiar with such a villain." ”

Monk? Talking about me?

Su Zimu turned around, only to see that five meters away, there was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a cyan suit.

"Who are you?" Su Zimu's eyes were vigilant.

"If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, Wu Zongxian is also." Brother Gongzi brushed the ground and shook off the folding fan, with a casual smile on his face, "It's better to meet by chance, it's better to be a host next, what does Brother Su think?" ”