Chapter Twenty-Four: The Style of That Pot

The young man only knew that before he could say the word "stop", that punch was already close to the target.

It's over, looking at Xu Yang, who has no signs of dodging, the young man knows that today's incident is afraid that it has already made a big fuss.

This punch was extremely powerful, with the sound of the wind, with the anger and impulse of a reckless bull, it disturbed the surrounding air, and rushed towards Xu Yang's head without stopping, and he had to make a hole in it.

This punch is indeed very powerful, but no matter how powerful the fist is, it must hit the target.

The power is great, but the speed is a little slow, even if Xu Yang's speed is slightly lower than that of ordinary people now, he can be safely dodged, not to mention that he has already taken precautions.

This punch was not only expected by him, it could even be said that it was something he had been looking forward to for a long time.

"Well done. Xu Yang had no idea of dodging at all.

If you dodge, you will be passive, saying that you are fighting alone, but no one can guarantee that the other five gangsters around will abide by the rules and not participate in it.

For the gangsters, the number of group fights far exceeds that of fighting alone, which is due to the habits and experience of the gangsters.

It can save trouble, who wants to work hard.

The reason why they are still besieging but not attacking is because they all despise Xu Yang, thinking that they can easily solve the little white-collar worker in front of them who looks weak by relying on Mangniu alone.

Mangniu is the most capable of fighting among them, to say that this stupid little white-collar worker in front of him can defeat Mangniu, that is to kill them and they don't believe it.

Xu Yang must take advantage of their contempt for themselves and defeat this tall gangster as soon as possible, otherwise once they join forces, they will not be able to escape.

So Xu Yang didn't choose to escape, he raised the weapon in his hand.

That's right, it's the stone pot.

A fist is hard, can it be harder than a stone?

Hehe.

Mangniu is complacent, this punch has played his style, his level, and even super level play, he is about to get a blood, he is going to be super god, he is going to kill a lot.

Seeing that this circle was about to hit Xu Yang's head, Mangniu could even imagine that the other party's head would be distorted due to the huge force and deformation, blood splattered, eyes bulging, and teeth scattered all over the sky...... This is the fate of offending Uncle Mangniu.

For the other party's life or death, Mangniu doesn't care, no matter who the other party is, if you offend me, you have to pay the price, otherwise even if you have strong force, once you let go of the weak chicken that angers you, who will obey me in the future?

As for the consequences, this is a matter for the boss to consider, what is his business.

So when this punch came out, he was indomitable, unscrupulous, and complacent.

At this moment, he was the god of the land.

God blocks and kills God, the kind of god that Buddha blocks *!

After that moment, God repented.

What does it mean to hit a stone with an egg? What does it mean to hit a stone with an egg?

Although the fist of the bull cannot be said to be an egg, it is indeed a stone on the other side.

Mangniu's fist is much harder than an egg, but no matter how hard it is, when it comes to a stone pot of good quality, it is also very soft.

How can a flesh and blood body break through the artifact of gold and stone?

Mangniu perfectly interprets what it means to regret and what it means to make a mistake into hatred for eternity.

When a stone cauldron appeared between Mangniu's fist and Xu Yang's head, everyone around sprayed.

God's special stone pot, you are a little white-collar worker, you don't bring a briefcase when you go out, bring a pot?

Is it the rhythm of making people carry the black pot anytime and anywhere?

However, all remorse has been beyond reach, at this moment, the heavens and the earth moved, and the gods fell.

Quiet.

For a moment, everything around was quiet.

It's not just quiet, it's silent.

Even the reckless cow who hit the stone pot with a punch was silent for a moment.

I can't make a sound at all pain.

The most painful thing is not crying, not screaming, not roaring.

The most painful thing is that the pain is not desired, and the pain is not desired.

I can't even scream, it hurts.

Xu Yang sneered, if it weren't for his good skills, if he was an ordinary person, and this ordinary person didn't have this stone pot.

Then now the pain of the reckless cow is afraid that it will befall that ordinary person tenfold and hundredfold.

And there will definitely be no one to open his eyes for him.

In today's society, self-preservation is already the most basic quality.

Who would offend a gang of unknown thugs for a stranger?

Aren't you afraid of retaliation?

Fortunately, it was he Xu Yang, a little master with the golden finger of the martial arts system, who came today, not only was he cleaned up by the little gangster in front of him who was now full of pain and hideous expressions, on the contrary, the damage was backburned, and this arm of the reckless cow was afraid that it would be wasted.

Xu Yang Mo Ming remembered junior high school physics.

But the calm was only for a moment, and then everyone moved.

The leisurely young man is no longer leisurely, and the sound of "stop talking" has not yet reached the ears of everyone, and his figure has moved.

The five thugs also pounced on Xu Yang.

The ramen shop owner broke free from the proprietress and rushed to the crowd.

The first wail of the wild bull had just come out.

Of course, Xu Yang also moved.

With one successful move, he didn't plan to let go of the mangniu, and the mangniu who had lost an arm was still a threat to him, who was not physically strong at the moment.

In a fight, you have to fight until the other party has no power to fight back.

It is better to cut off one of its fingers than to hurt its ten fingers.

With five other thugs and a young man of unknown skill in the vicinity, it would be death not to overturn the most threatening bull.

Xu Yang would not do such a stupid thing.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Xu Yang jumped up from his seat, picked up the stone pot and threw it at the brute bull, and at the same time swept out with one kick, and the seat was kicked in the direction of the other five thugs.

The stone pot that was uninjured after Mangniu's punch, with the sound of the wind, with Xu Yang's full strength, with the outer plastic bag, smashed towards the wild cow with all his might.

The wild cow just wailed, but he didn't expect Xu Yang to refuse to let him go.

In other words, even if he expected it, the hurt and pain caused by that punch could not be overcome by his temperament, and he didn't have time to react at all.

The sound of a "pop ......" resounded in the small and closed environment of the ramen shop, shaking everyone's hearts.

The pain of the reckless cow disappeared temporarily.

In the air, the flying blood, a few scattered big teeth, under the dim light of the shop, mixed with the half of the wail just made, formed a beautiful and strange picture.

The mangniu, who weighed more than two hundred catties, was also floating in the air at this moment, and with the blood spurting out of his air, he crossed a beautiful arc, and the picture that flashed briefly was unforgettable.

The reckless cow in the air has long been unconscious, and the style of that pot is afraid that only other people around can appreciate it.