Red Envelope Group of the Three Realms

"Little North ..."

Lin Xiang heard the sound, ran out of the room, anxious.

"Don't worry, and then collect your stuff, I will stretch out and stretch my muscles." Chen Xiaobei grinned: "Oh yes, where is your mop?"

Lin Xiang hesitated: "In the bathroom ..."

"Okay, you're busy."

Chen Xiaobei took the mop and went straight out.

At this time, at the door of Lin Xiang's house, more than a dozen strong men had gathered, all of them were big-armed and round-armed.

This is not an ordinary junk on the street, but a serious gang member!

"Grandson! You are so seedy that you dare to come out alone!"

I saw a middle-aged man stepping out, shaving his head, wearing a black T-shirt, his muscles bulging, like a bull.

"Who the grandson scolded?" Chen Xiaobei frowned.

"Your grandson scolds you!" The bald man shouted straightly.

"Oh, it turned out that my grandson was scolding me, and I said that he was so noisy." Chen Xiaobei smirked.

"puff……"

The bald hadn't responded yet, and the strong men behind him couldn't help laughing.

"You ... you dare to call me a grandson!" The bald head flushed instantly.

"I didn't scold you, you acknowledged it yourself."

Chen Xiaobei shrugged and said with a bad smile: "Just your IQ, it's not worthy of me to scold."

"you you……"

The bald head was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and yelled angrily: "What are you! You dare to play Lao Tzu before you die? If I don't waste you today, I won't call Bald head strong!"

"puff……"

When Chen Xiaobei heard the words, he smiled.

One thousand percent of these two goods do not watch cartoons, so they gave themselves an nickname called bald head strong!

It's stupid!

Chen Xiaobei directly suspected that the real purpose of his nickname was to laugh at his opponent alive and win without fighting.

"Haha ... have a bald head, there must be Xiong Da and Xiong Er?" Chen Xiaobei couldn't stop laughing.

"I am Xiongda!"

"I'm Bear II!"

I never expected that two really strong men would stand up.

"Well ... haha ​​... how could Dongfang Yangwei send you guys over here ... No, I'm going to laugh to death ..."

Chen Xiaobei covered his stomach, laughed back and forth, and laughed with tears.

"What are you doing! What's your smile! Now you're fighting! You'll be serious to Lao Tzu!"

The bald shouted and shouted.

"Fight? Come on!"

Chen Xiaobei calmed down and groaned directly.

The right arm flicked the mop stick backhand. Because of the huge force and strong inertia, the mop head was thrown out directly, impartially, and was stuck on the face with a strong bald head.

"What's so special to you! It's almost death!"

The bald-headed Qi Qi made smoke and yelled, "Brother, please give me up and step on the grandson!"

As soon as this statement was made, more than a dozen strong men around him rushed towards Chen Xiaobei.

"Huh! Huh!"

Chen Xiaobei did not change his color, and he would dance a beautiful mop with a mop stick.

Although it is just the "Arhat Stick Method" that has just been learned, Chen Xiaobei possesses the sacred heart of Wenqu and has already thoroughly understood the essentials. The method is well-known in the heart, and he can completely sell it now.

"First style, the white snake vomits a letter."

Chen Xiaobei held the stick with one hand and pierced forward, very fast and accurate, hitting the first strong man's chest directly.

"Hmm ..."

The unlucky ghost made a terrible cry, flew out, covered his chest, felt his heart and lungs burst, and a strong sense of suffocation made him almost faint.

"This ... this boy is so good!"

More than a dozen strong men in the back stunned, Chen Xiaobei did not expect such strength.

"Second style, autumn wind sweeps leaves!"

Chen Xiaobei wouldn't give them time to tremble, dancing with a mop stick, and sweeping towards the strong men's Xia San Road.

"Ka! Ka! Ka! ..."

Just listening to the sound of broken bones one after another, the scalp was numb.

The mop stick swept over, and the seven strong men in that range, either the calf bones or the knees, were all crushed on the spot.

Covering the wounds one by one, rolling with pain.

"Oh my god, this kid is really not ordinary! This strength is enough to compare with the four main halls of our Black Tiger Society!"

"Qiang ... let's withdraw ..."

"Jiangqiang, if we don't withdraw, we will suffer ..."

At this moment, the rest of the strong men began to persuade, one after another to play back.

"Withdraw fart! So many of us were scared away by a young grandson. Why would I be bald on the road afterwards? Give Lao Tzu ..."

Roared bald and angry.

However, before he finished speaking, he almost bit his tongue.

"Third form ..."

"Fourth ..."

Chen Xiaobei is like a **** of war. With just two sentences, eight strong men fell to the ground.

They were covering their arms, stomach, thighs, crying so much that their father and mother were crying.

Without exception, all were injured internal injuries.

At this blink of an eye, only Bald Head and Xiong Daoxier were still standing.

"Qiang ... we ... shall we fight yet?"

Bear Xiong asked in fear of World War II.

"Hit your sister! Run!"

The bald and strong face was scared green ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Faced with such sturdy Chen Xiaobei, the fool will continue to fight.

After bald head strong, he ran away and ran away. All the harsh words I just let off were like farting, and were forgotten outside Jiuxiaoyun.

Xiong Da Xiong Er froze for a moment, but did not respond.

By this time, Chen Xiaobei had been killed.

"Sixth style, Zen master picks the lamp!"

With a low roar, Chen Xiaobei danced with a mop stick, and suddenly provoked from bottom to top.

"boom!"

I only heard a muffled sound, and the stick was picked directly between Xiongda's legs.

"Oh……"

Xiong Da covered his crotch, and made a cry like a chicken, his legs were soft, and he knelt down.

Xiong Er glared with two eyes, consciously clamped his legs, and looked painful.

"Do you want to escape?" Chen Xiaobei asked in confusion.

"Hero lives! Hero lives ..."

Xiong Er's heart shuddered, and he knelt down directly, shaking with begging.

"If you are sensible, brother will spare you a life."

Chen Xiaobei skimmed, and didn't bother to hit him, and strode straight towards the bald head.

"Brother ... Rao ... Rao ..."

The bald head was desperate to run again, but felt cold behind him. How could he be faster than Chen Xiaobei?

"Your begging for mercy, I won't accept it!"

Chen Xiaobei held the stick in one hand, flexed his arms, and then straightened out straight forward.

"The Luohan stick method, the ultimate mystery, hit Huanglong!"

"Portrait!"

There was another muffled sound, and the mop stick was pinched in the middle of the bald chrysanthemum.

"Hmm ..."

The bald head made a terrible whine and rushed straight to the street.

The long and thick mop stick was three-points into the meat, and could not pull it out, standing upright on his butt.

"Well, this style is a direct hit on Huanglong, which is very satisfactory to me." Chen Xiaobei grinned, his smile was evil.