Hero Cultivation System

The sky is gray and foggy, and the distant mountains are looming under a layer of gauze. The sun has gone somewhere this time and is always missing. Snowflakes that were not common in previous years have visited many times this winter, although they are sparse and intermittent. , but the cold taste that comes with it is extremely uncomfortable.

The snowflakes were flying, and the twenty or so Chuncheng people who were hiding in the trees and on the wall were as cold as popsicles for a while. Although they kept rubbing their hands and feet, they were still shaking like chaff, rattling up and down. Teeth chattering.

It is said that instead of suffering here, it is better to go home to find a hot pot, eat three taels of side dishes, and drink some wine to drive away the cold. However, no one in Chuncheng present was willing to leave, and they even looked at each other with eyes that hurt and did not regret it. .

What a big scene!

Have you ever seen one person challenge a group of people? Have you ever seen one person challenge hundreds of people?

How shameless! Only the Jing'an Society can do this kind of thing. Hero Bird is just one person. Do you have the nerve to send out a large number of people? I'm afraid even one person's spit will drown him.

The scene of hundreds of people waving different weapons and charging at one person will definitely make these Chuncheng people talk about it for the rest of their lives. However, the horrific scene of Liang Daxia almost cutting off half of the person with a knife also made these onlookers gag frequently. It will definitely happen tonight. Can't sleep well.

However, I saw that most of the Jing'an Club receptionists present had weapons hidden, and the eldest brother standing at the door of the office building yelled something that the twenty or so people present could hear clearly, no matter how stupid they were. People also understood at this time.

The bird hero is right, the Jing'an Society has no good intentions at all. Maybe there are really 10 million, but it is for their own people. Otherwise, why would everyone at the reception area be carrying a knife? Even if the masses provided it The news is true, but in front of the knife, I'm afraid I don't even dare to mention the one million. Jingan Freight is doing this thing just for the Bird Hero.

"Have you recorded it? We must expose the Jing'an Conference's activities! Let everyone not be fooled again." A young man in his thirties slapped the wall in anger and asked the man holding a camera next to him.

"It's recorded. Even if Chuncheng is blocked, I still have to find a way to send it to other places. Damn it! You're treating me like a monkey." The middle-aged man wearing glasses nodded and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

Although they didn't know each other, several of them decided to work together because of the same hatred. How could they be abducted by Jing'an Society and endured the cold for most of the day in vain?

Everyone is condescending, and less than 20 meters away from where Bird Hero is standing. Except for the snowflakes that drift from time to time, all the movements within the wall are in everyone's eyes. Several mobile phones are recording, and the camera pictures are also similar. clear.

So when they saw the Bird Warrior taking a deep breath and preparing to roar again, the onlookers, who had already experienced it several times, covered their ears with their hands in a tacit understanding. Without saying anything else, just with this loud voice, the Bird Warrior You can now call your name in Spring City.

With a loud roar of "Kill!", some of the Jingan Society thugs who surrendered themselves to the trap were so frightened that they threw their weapons in the air and ran around. Others suppressed the discomfort in their ears and continued to charge after the roar subsided. , the temptation of 10 million is too great.

At this moment, the figure of Hero Bird suddenly disappeared from the spot. Not only the Jing'an Club in the middle of the field, but also the twenty or so onlookers who had been staring at the side, no one could see clearly who he was. How to leave, those with sharp eyes will see a smoke-like shadow wandering around the world like a ghost, starting to shuttle around among the more than 100 people in the Jing'an Meeting.

"Ah! He's gone."

"Hey! Are you there?"

"Why is the person missing? Did any of you see it?"

The men of the Jing'an Society who were in the middle of the assault suddenly lost sight of Liang Gong, and could not help but slow down and look around at a loss.

"He's in the west! Wait, he's running back to the east again. Erdan is right in front of you, next to the table. Come on!" Brother Daran, who was standing on the steps of the office building, was clearly watching, gesticulating and shouting to command his men.

They came forward to block him.

The gray shadow flew around the parking lot, shouts of exclamation were heard everywhere he went, and figures were thrown around, sometimes to the east and then to the west. A group of people were confused by him and could only follow Brother Da Ran's command.

He was chasing after the almost invisible phantom.

A fat young man stood in the right position, and when the gray shadow moved over, he happened to stop in front of him. Without saying a word, he raised the iron rod in his hand and aimed it at the back of the opponent's head and struck it hard.

"Ding!" The iron rod made contact with the back of the head, making a sound similar to the collision of gold and iron. The fat young man opened his mouth wide as if he was seeing a ghost. He could hardly hold the iron rod that bounced back, let alone take into account the growing fist in front of him.

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"Will Jing'an just use your scraps to fill the scene? I'm really disappointed."

He punched away the guy holding the machete in front of him on the right, and slapped the long-haired boy in front of him on the left three meters away. He couldn't make any progress and retreated into the arms of the big man rushing from behind, slamming him.

He was knocked into the air for half a day, then moved sideways a few feet, ignoring the dagger that the tall and thin man stabbed at his belly, and rolled over like a big truck.

Although these Jing'an Society minions were numerous in number, they were all in disarray. No matter whether they were fighting or escaping, everyone was doing their own thing, which was just enough for Liang Gong to attack them separately and deal with them one by one.

"Tsk! That's awesome! You actually killed Jing'an Hui's shit with your physical body alone. You must have such hard skills." The person who spoke was the middle-aged man with glasses who just said that he planned to go to other places to break the news.

He had obviously spent a few days working hard, and his eyesight was very good. The Bird Warrior actually put away his big sword, and only used his physical body and his speed to rush through the crowd like a bull, and was slightly scratched by him.

It was just spinning and flying upside down. If it was hit by him head-on, it would be no different than being hit by a big truck. It would fly seven or eight meters away. If you can save your life, you are lucky.

Tsk! With his hard skills and ghostly speed, it’s no wonder that Bird Hero dares to break into the tiger’s den alone.

The phantom flashed in the crowd at high speed. After interspersing several times, the encirclement of more than a hundred people was shattered into pieces. The ground was filled with wailing people. It was hard to stand alone in the parking lot at the end.

When there were ten people, Liang Gong did not kill them all. He stopped and rubbed his hands as if nothing had happened, as if he had just done an insignificant thing.

The screams of the wounded rolling and crawling, the clang of knives and axes falling to the ground, and the cries of ghosts and gods who desperately tried to retreat were intertwined into a hellish scene. The blood stains all over the ground proved the cruelty of the battle.

The twenty or so Chuncheng people who were watching were completely shocked by this scene. Everyone was mumbling for a long time and still couldn't say a word.

Ten minutes!

In just ten minutes, 90% of the more than 100 people were lying down. At least one-third of them were paralyzed on the ground completely motionless, and the other third had broken arms and legs and could not get up.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe that someone could fight one against a hundred, and easily kill most of them in ten minutes. Several Chuncheng people who were originally worried about the Bird Hero realized that their worries were completely groundless.

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"Come on! Follow us quickly!"

While everyone was still sighing, a group of people came out from behind the office building fifty meters away. The leader was Brother Da Ran who was yelling just now.

This team of people were dressed in sportswear and lined up neatly. Everyone held a stick-like Qimen weapon nearly seven feet long. The five-foot-long wooden stick was wrapped in leather for easy control, but the head of the stick was connected to a two-foot-long, half-length stick. A flat iron plate about a foot wide, slightly thicker in the middle and thinner on both sides, shiny and sharp. It looks like a rowing oar, only much longer.

Regardless of whether they are oars or weapons, they definitely don't look too light on the surface, but everyone in this team is tall and tall, all over 1.8 meters tall, and their arms have muscle lines like knives. They are obviously powerful people. , holding the stick, he lifted the weight as lightly as he could, and moved as fast as a galloping horse. In a short while, he came to Liang Gong.

The knowledgeable middle-aged man with glasses on the wall was stunned and lost his voice:

"Platoon gang?"

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The fat man was resurrected with half health and restored to a minimum of two updates. However, because his fingers are not flexible and he is slow to code, the second update will definitely be after the early morning.

I owe the fourth update and the eighth update during the Chinese New Year, a total of twelve chapters. Fatty will speed up and make up for it after the injury is completely healed.