"My eldest brother is Wu Zheng."

"I'm grass, a hillbilly and a little brother?" As if he had heard a joke, the big man turned around and shouted, "Brothers, you say this is ridiculous? ”

Before the big men could speak, Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but scold: "Laughing at Nima Gobi?" ”

"I'm grass!" The big man was suddenly angry: "The little is fat, dare to scold me?" ”

"Nima!" Wang Xiaohu grabbed the shovel with both hands and scolded: "It's you bragging, right?" Kill my brother? I'm going to kill you first! ”

As he spoke, he pushed the head of the shovel forward and stabbed it forward with a smack.

He had a pointed shovel, and it was used to go down to the ground, and the head of the shovel was shiny, and it looked sharper than the machetes.

If you are hit by this thing, it is estimated that the big man's stomach will be finished.

Dahan was taken aback, as if he didn't expect Wang Xiaohu to say that he would fight, and he was so ruthless, he was so frightened that he hurriedly flashed to the side: "Made, I'll kill you!" ”

"Ouch!" Wang Xiaohu disappeared, but the two big men were shaken, and they couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"Bang bang!" But before the exclamation landed, a shovel slapped them on the back.

The shovel came too fast and too ruthlessly, and they were stunned and slapped forward, and immediately a dog ate, and fell on the ground with a thud.

It wasn't until this moment that the big man behind him saw clearly that Wang Xiaohu was not able to teleport as legend just now, but was dragged back.

The reason why he saw it clearly was entirely because the person who dragged Wang Xiaohu away was carrying a shovel and looked at him coldly?

"Made!" He quickly took a step back, and then scolded, "Who are you? ”

"Stupid!" Wang Xiaohu rushed up from behind and scolded: "This is my brother!" ”

"Wu Zheng?" The big man exclaimed sharply, and then took two steps back.

Looking at him, it seemed that he was afraid that Wu Zheng would suddenly rush up and make a move.

To his surprise, Wu Zheng not only didn't do it immediately, but grabbed Wang Xiaohu: "What are you running?" Are you going to fight? Actually being chased by others? ”

"I ......" Wang Xiaohu just wanted to speak, but he thought of the fact that he was chased all over the street just now, and he suddenly ran out of words.

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Wu Zheng smiled: "Brother, that's not how the fight is fought, understand?" ”

"Huh?" Wang Xiaohu was stunned: "Brother, how should I fight?" ”

"Look at me!" Wu Zheng laughed, took a few steps forward with the shovel, and then hooked his fingers arrogantly: "I heard that you want to kill me, right?" Come on, come and kill me? ”

Wu Zheng carried a shovel in his right hand, and hooked his fingers at the big men with his left hand, his movements were extremely arrogant, even more arrogant and arrogant than those big men.

Before the big men could react, Xu Jianguo's frightened face turned white, and he hurriedly shouted at Wu Zheng: "Zhengzi, are you crazy? Hurry back. ”

"What are you going back to?" Wu Zheng glanced at Xu Jianguo with a smile and said, "Go back and watch them show off their might?" Go back and hide behind you guys and watch them on the necks of the Wujiawa people? ”

"Well said!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly: "Old and young masters of Wu Jiawa, you all heard it, right?" Could it be that the entire Wu Jiawa is just Wu Zheng as a man? ”

This is too exciting, especially since the person who said this is still a woman, which makes the men of Wujiawa even more ashamed.

Even if this woman is a widow, she is still a young and beautiful little widow! Being provoked by such a beautiful little widow's words, all men can't stand it.

Wang Dahu jumped out first, glared at his eyes and shouted: "Sister-in-law Jingjing is right, our Wu Jiawa men must not be bullied and dare not fight back." ”

"That's right! Even if I am hacked to death, I don't want people to say that I am not a man! ”

"Me ...... too"

"Me too......" With a loud roar, one man after another walked out of the crowd.

Among these people, there are too few people in their twenties, that is, five or six people, and the rest are either middle-aged people in their thirties and fifties, or half-grown children of fifteen or sixteen.

But whether it is the middle-aged man or those hairy boys, their faces are full of anger, and the eyes that are glaring at the bald man and others are as if they are about to breathe fire.

In the face of these people, the faces of a group of big men all changed, especially the one who took the lead, and there was already a little flickering in the eyes of those who looked at everyone.