"Boy, admit your mistake and apologize."

"Compensation, loss of work, leave."

Due to the serious air pollution, everyone's verbs are short and concise, which reduces the invasion of foul smell.

Chen Feifei clapped her hands and smiled, "It's really a good formation! I wonder if this knife is real?"

"Fatty, stick your head over and let the man cut it, and you can naturally distinguish between true and false. Haha!"

Chen Feifei suddenly bullied himself in, stretched his arm and had already grabbed a young man's wrist, twisted and turned, and the screams started, and the short knife immediately came to Chen Feifei's hand.

As soon as everyone's shouts sounded, the short knife in Chen Feifei's hand had risen and fallen. As soon as it was slashed, blood flashed in the rain. The young man squatted down with a sticky face.

Because the change was too fast, the people behind him could react at all, and they didn't expect that the other party would suddenly attack at this time, and even the Eighth Master couldn't react.

Chen Feifei habitually added a broken knife with blood stains. Zhang Liao and others behind him couldn't help but feel chills. Damn, this fat man didn't know if he was a blood-carcinogen. He really wanted to be in danger.

The blood on the blade was quickly washed away in the drizzle and fought, but the bright redness could no longer be erased in everyone's hearts. This group of people were just thugs temporarily drawn out from the casino. They usually scared the civilians, blocked and robbed, and collected protection fees. They had seen a fierce man like Chen Feifei there, who did it as soon as he did, and saw blood with one knife, and the posture of being fascinated by the person who did not lose his life. They were simply a blood-devouring madman.

Many people began to give in.

The Eighth Master suddenly shouted: "Get back, retreat back all, I have something to say."

Except for Yangxingye, everyone else took a step back, and the injured subordinate also stood up and took a step back.

Although Eighth Master was a young man, he had already discovered that Chen Feifei and the other five were strange. His familiar style and figure reminded him of the five rumored ferocious people in the underworld. Unfortunately, the other party's mask blocked half of his face. He was still not sure for a moment. If the other party was these five ferocious beasts, he would not dare to take action today even if he had the courage to use him.

"Friends. We all make a living and must do things for others. If you are also friends on the road, today's matters will be eliminated. Let's talk about cooperation carefully, how about it?"

Chen Feifei laughed and said at all: "We are not right, and there is nothing to talk about. If you do your real estate, I build our biogas tank, and everyone has nothing to do with each other. There is no need to be so polite."

When the Eighth Master saw the other party refusing and speaking very sophisticatedly, he was pondering. Suddenly, Yang Xingye next to him roared: "What did you say to them? I greeted the Liu family, and they would resist what happened."

Yang Xingye had been enduring Chen Feifei and others for a long time. Seeing that the Eighth Master hesitated, he couldn't help but get angry and snatched the short sword of the brother next to him. Zhe rushed over and turned around and said, "We have more than 30 people, but are you afraid of five of them? Cowards, don't take action."

Chen Feifei smiled grimly, and clearly saw that the short knife in her hand drew from bottom to top, drew an arc, and a bang sounded sour sound. The long knife in Yangxingye's hand flew high, Chen Feifei took a step, flew up, and kicked the other party's fat belly.

With a swish, the short knife fell down and was inserted less than three inches in front of the Eighth Master. The bright blade reflected his miserable green face.

"boss."

The screams behind him rang out, and Yang Xingye's butt was helped up immediately before he hit the ground. The guy was fierce and jumped and scolded him on the spot. He snatched a short knife and wanted to rush over, but he hugged him tightly by several subordinates, and for a moment, he twisted into a ball.

The Eighth Master smiled slutty and said, "Friends, I already know who you are. With your status, Xiao Bazun, you are not an exaggeration. But you beat my elder brother's brother, and it is reasonable. Even if you lose this fight, you will still fight. Brothers, do it for me. Who dares to be greedy for life and fear death? In the future, you will be the mortal enemy of the Yang family gang."

The Eighth Master gave the order to die, first rushed up with a long sword, heading straight to Chen Feifei in the front, and everyone behind roared and rushed over in the drizzle.

Chen Feifei laughed, and with a clang, he bounced off the short knife in his hand and said loudly: "Boy, you are a disgusting person. Today, I, Chen Feifei, came to deal with you with bare hands. Yes, my fists are very heavy, even with just fists, you may not be able to bear it."

Chen Feifei had already figured out the character of this young man, so she spoke inspiration. With a clanging sound, the other party threw away the long knife and rushed forward with a fist.

Chen Feifei stood intently, and with a bang, the other party's fist hit his chest heavily. When the Eighth Master saw that the other party did not dodge, he was shocked. He was about to jump away when Chen Feifei's laughter rang out: "For fists, this kind of fighting style is very kind."

With a bang, the sound of shaking the eardrums sounded. Chen Feifei had already punched the opponent's ribs hard. Eighth Master threw his body high and his ribs were immediately broken.

At this moment, everyone who rushed to Na, rushed to Chen Feifei. With a sword light, two long swords slashed the rain curtain and greeted the fat man's left and right shoulders.

The rain surges, and the light shines brightly.

Chen Feifei's forward rushing posture remained unchanged, shouting loudly, accelerating in vain, and banging, the two young men clearly felt a rushing horizontal force and immediately fell backwards. Two long swords rustled and just inserted into the sand behind Chen Feifei.

The two Damo's bodies had just flew off the ground, and suddenly their heels tightened and their bodies flew backwards. The change was really sudden. The two unlucky Damo was frightened and shouted immediately.

stand up.

It turned out that the two men's hind legs had been caught by Chen Feifei at the same time.

Chen Feifei turned around and shouted: "You four of you will be able to fight me and let me kill you."

Amid the strange screams, Chen Feifei exerted force with one hand and waved the two deserts as weapons through inertia. This hand seemed simple, but the grasp of strength was extremely high. It was necessary to keep the weight of the human body in the air as much as possible. Chen Feifei's wrist was extremely strong, which was not difficult.

"Be careful, don't cut your own people. It's despicable. This fat man is too despicable. Go away."

A young man with his upper body exposed and a cluster of black hair roared and signaled everyone to retreat.

The Eighth Master had already stood up from the ground with a swaying swaying, spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood. He shouted: "Attack him, no one is allowed to retreat."

Everyone rushes up again, and is already scared by Mo Zi waving in the air. He is scratched with furious hands and feet. At this moment, the young man with his naked upper body has a plan and immediately rolls in, heading straight to Chen Feifei's feet like a gourd. He raises his knife and chops it, and it looks like a fat man's legs.

"Good guy."

Chen Feifei laughed loudly and stepped back quickly. He was tall and long, and one step was equivalent to an ordinary person's step and a half. The black-haired young man's long sword was barely lost. Suddenly, a severe pain came over his head, and a roar was slashing towards his head.

He knew that a sudden burst of pain came from his head, and his body immediately floated. The knife suddenly slashed into the air, and he screamed even more.

It turned out that Chen Feifei's thoughts changed so quickly that she immediately lowered her arm. Mo Zi, who was caught in her hand, grabbed the hair of the black-haired young man. This truth is like a drowning man grabbing a piece of wood and hugging him unwilling to relax. In anger, the man was much stronger than usual. The black-haired young man was actually pulled away from the ground.

The black-haired young man was also confused and reached out to grab the two young men, but he grabbed the shoulders of the two young men at the same time, and his long nails fell into the flesh, and he refused to relax after death.

The rest of the people had seen such a scene. Seeing the ladders connected together swept over, they all couldn't protect themselves. With the strange screams, they immediately ran far away, fearing that the devil's claws fell on their bodies.

The scene world lost control, and although the Eighth Master yelled repeatedly, he could not do anything.

Because the dropping point was far away, Chen Feifei couldn't resist the huge force coming. With a loud laugh, she suddenly exhaled and threw the skewers in her hand away.

Chen Feifei laughed before she could stop, and suddenly there was a bang and the gunshot rang out.

"Fatty, flash."

Someone yelled behind, and it seemed to be Lu Renjie's voice.

But the five people were far apart and there was no hurry to react. How fast the bullets were. Lu Renjie just saw the figures on the other side of the hillside just popping up, and then saw the action of raising the gun, and he subconsciously roared out.

The figure flashed rapidly, and a huge force hit Chen Feifei's body. As soon as the blood entered, a flower appeared in front of everyone. The Eighth Master who was suspended on the ground stood aside and scolded Yang Xingye Ming felt his waist tightening, his body rose from the ground, and he was fucked in his hands at the same time.

A burst of clouds and fog, the Eighth Master and Yang Xingye Mingjue's eyes lit up, the scenery gradually became clear, and a foul stinking to the door above. It turned out that the top of his head was less than three feet away from the septic tank.

The eighth master almost fainted when he was so angry that he looked back and saw a gray-haired boy with indifferent expression looking at him coldly, standing by the pool, his hand was buckled against his waist.

This person is Mu Qingshan. Although he looks tall and long and relatively thin, his body is like taking off a rabbit. The two human bodies weighing more than 200 kilograms in his hand are as if nothing is left. Everyone is shocked. For a moment, his eyes are turning on his body and unable to speak.

Mu Qingshan was hidden not far away. Because the hillside was tilted, he did not find the people turning down the hillside, but he knew what was going on with his energy alone, and finally knocked away the fat man at the right time.

Chen Feifei jumped hard a few times, and the parts were still there. When she remembered her carelessness just now, she couldn't help but feel scared and sweated. When she looked up, her expression changed: "Xiaomu, have you been shot?"

Mu Qingshan smiled bitterly and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

With a few ding dongs, a few drops of blood fell straight into the septic tank, and immediately turned into invisible.

Mu Qingshan's Huowu Sheng Guangqi has just seen the Golden Arctic path, but he still can't withstand the power of the bullet. Of course, if it weren't for breaking Chen Feifei, the bullet would have to depend on the angle and the level of the shooter.

Obviously, the shooter is a super expert.

Everyone saw that the white-haired boy was injured under the gun and looked indifferent. The image of the lonely and upright terrain was so shocking, and the scene was still slanted.

"Everyone, you meet in the mountains and rivers. If you bully my brother, you are not a hero. I have some advantage in time and place today, and I can't be considered as despicable by Yang Xinggu."

It is an emerging dark horse in the underworld that the leader of the Yang family has arrived.

This person is short and not very skilled, but the gunman is like a god. He is a very powerful character, at least martial arts masters from all over the country. He will never dare to provoke this character without having to kill him. His high martial arts are sometimes as fragile as a wafer under the power of bullets.

Amid the hearty laughter, the twelve gunmen turned over. The person in front was Yang Xingtu. After seeing the scene in front of him, the laughter stopped immediately. His face changed immediately, and then his anger turned

Enthusiasm.

Yang Diantu glanced at Mu Qingshan's chest, and was shocked and angry inside, and snorted coldly: "What do you want?"

"It's very simple, everyone throws the gun into this septic tank."

The sound of Muqingshan is short and powerful.

"What if I don't agree!"

Mu Qingshan leaned forward and sneered: "Your bullet cannot be shot into my body. If you are not sure to hit my eyes, you can consider disagree."

The atmosphere immediately condensed. Eighth Master and Yang Xingye wanted to curse, but Mu Qingshan grabbed the acupoint. One of them broke three ribs and the other was hit in the stomach. They were hit by the stench and fainted immediately.

Yang Xingtu stroked the desert eagle in his hand, his face was gloomy and calm, and he said stiffly: "Friends, let us all take a step back. I will let your people go. The ancients had a rule that the sword is there. The gun is my second life. How can I throw it into the septic tank?"

", why are you bragging about? Xiaomu, throw that guy in. I want to see how this guy shot me. If I don't die this time, I will definitely send their Yiming Cannon."

Chen Feifei said this and said, and Eleven Ming's muzzle turned at the same time. Even though the fat man was determined, he was locked by so many cold weapons and his muscles were stiff. He did not dare to guarantee that he could withstand the power of bullets using horizontal practice from the giant tiger.

Mu Qingshan stared at the desert eagle in Yangxingye's hand. The tide of memory collapsed like a turbulent remnant. With a bang, there seemed to be a gunshot in his mind. He immediately filled his mind with Ying Qiaoer's unwillingness to ask: Why, why, why...

Yang Xingtu's attention was shifting to Chen Feifei, and he did not notice the strangeness of Muqing Mountain. He was asking coldly: "I don't know which line this friend is from?

If you dare to say such big talk, you shouldn't be an unknown person!"

Before Chen Feifei could speak, Mu Qingshan's violent aura was so strong that the cold power in his body immediately became unbalanced with the evil power hidden deep in his body. He suddenly roared, shocking the whole field.

Everyone subconsciously turned the gun. Yang Xingtu saw that Mu Qingshan had raised his brother high, and anxiously shouted: "Damn it, don't shoot, this friend..."

Mu Qingshan shouted loudly, and with one hand, Mingting whistled twice, and the eighth master and Yang Xingye were thrown into the septic tank by Mu Qingshan using heavy techniques, and exclaimed in surprise.

Mu Qingshan jumped and had reached a high altitude. At this moment, gunfire immediately burst into pieces.

Yang Xingtu didn't know whether his brother was dead or alive. With anger, the first robbery was like everyone else, and there was no level at all. The bullet swept across the void. He had a very quick thought. He clenched his eyebrows and the muzzle suddenly moved forward. Just as he was about to shoot, his face and wrists hurt, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He pulled the trigger with his fingers. With a squeak, his fingers couldn't pull it. Indeed, he could no longer pull the trigger. Mu Qingshan's figure had already passed by his eyes. Opportunities were fleeting. Yang Xingtu moaned, and screams came from his ears. He looked down and found that Luo Teng, who had been entangled with countless people on his body, including his palms.

"What the hell, where did you come from?"

In shock and anger, Yang Xingtu pulled hard and pulled it hard. A strange thing happened. These Luo Tengs seemed to have regarded his body as loam and immediately grew wildly. The four muscles were immediately wrapped tightly. When the feet were missing, they immediately fell to the ground.

The pistol is connected to the wrist and still maintains the shooting posture, but the difference in steps makes me lose all my strength.
To be continued...