"Senior brother, is it an enemy?" Guoguo asked curiously. 81 Ω text ┡ 』Ω net
Song Shuhang smiled and said, "No, at most, I have had a relationship with me."
"Then, will they kill Senior Brother Shuhang?" Zhu Luoli asked curiously.
"How could it be possible to beat me up at most. Cough! What are you expecting? Expecting them to seriously injure me. Then, are you ready to do what you want?" Song Shuhang asked.
Guoguo said: "How could that be? We are just thinking, should we help Senior Brother Shuhang to help you. Senior Brother, you have saved the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."
At this time, the man who touched the porcelain gave the three bear children a vicious look: "Shut up, you three little fellows, don't keep arguing."
Then, he turned his eyes and stared at Song Shuhang: "If it's a man, just do it. Which hand do you want to be interrupted by me? Besides... Let these three little guys go, I never hurt children."
This man who touches porcelain unexpectedly has the bottom line of being a man.
"Okay, it's not appropriate for children to see violent scenes, you three are waiting here." Song Shuhang said to the three of Guoguo.
After saying that, he followed Pengci Nan and the men with ferocious faces, and turned to a smaller alley next to him.
A human tragedy is about to unfold.
Guoguo: "Will Senior Brother Shuhang kill all these guys?"
Shi: "Certainly not, they are just ordinary people, at most teach them a lesson, right?"
Zhu: "I'm so envious, why is no one looking for trouble with us like Senior Brother Shuhang? I've never been besieged by anyone."
Guoguo's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and she didn't know what was going on in his little brain.
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in the alley
The current Song Shuhang has long lost the interest in brushing these ordinary ruffians... After all, he is now a third-rank cultivator. Besides, ordinary local ruffians can't provide him with experience points, and it's not interesting to brush up.
Of course, Song Shuhang couldn't be blamed for the opponent's insistence on hitting the muzzle.
"Boy, have you decided which hand to keep? Left hand or right hand?" The man who touched porcelain knocked on the steel pipe in his hand. The other men around surrounded Song Shuhang.
"Well... both the left hand and the right hand are very useful, so I can't leave one to you." After that, Song Shuhang said solemnly: "In addition, I remind you that I have practiced! Guys like you, I can beat a hundred of them. One." One hundred is already Song Shuhang's humble statement.
"Your uncle!" The man who touched porcelain was angry.
He waved the steel pipe and smashed it towards Song Shuhang.
In addition to experience, the most important thing in a ruffian fight is momentum.
Overwhelm the enemy with momentum, and knock them down again.
Song Shuhang stretched out his hand, and with just a slight hook, he lightly snatched the steel pipe in the hands of the man who touched the porcelain. Then he turned slightly, stretched his foot and hooked again, and the man who touched the porcelain fell to the ground.
Song Shuhang smiled slightly, twisted the steel pipe with both hands, and exerted a little force—for these ruffians, he performed the technique of twisting the twist on the steel pipe with his bare hands.
The man who touched the porcelain widened his eyes. The steel pipe was brought by him. Of course, he knew that it was a genuine steel pipe with no water in it.
This young man actually twisted the steel pipe into a twist. This arm strength could not be achieved even by himself for a hundred years.
"Again, I've practiced it." Song Shuhang threw the twisted steel pipe aside, thinking about how to do it lightly for a while? Or heavier
While thinking about it... Suddenly, Song Shuhang's figure froze slightly.
Then, Song Shuhang stopped talking nonsense, pulled forward, like a tiger into the flock, with a few punches and a few kicks, he knocked the Pengci man and his companions to the ground.
After beating up these guys, Song Shuhang turned around and left the alley, and took the three bear children to Luoxin Street.
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The man who touched porcelain and his companion were lying on the ground, screaming again and again.
Song Shuhang's shot was controlled to hit them the most painfully, but not to the extent that they were seriously injured. It can keep them out of bed for a few days, but it will not leave dark wounds.
"Damn, damn." The man who touched porcelain gritted his teeth and rolled on the ground in pain.
This time they kicked the iron plate.
But he hates it. Heart suffocated.
Three months ago, this young man took away the only 2,000 yuan he had on his body and made him drink the northwest wind for a long time. It was not easy to find the other party to avenge blood and hate, but was beaten down.
"If I had great power, if I could knock this guy to the ground..." This thought appeared in his mind.
At this moment... an illusory voice sounded in the ears of the man who touched the porcelain: "Are you longing for power?"
This voice, illusory and ethereal, seems to be near and far, like a man and a woman, as old as young, and it sounds very strange. Moreover, there is a temptation in this voice, which makes people excited when they hear it.
The man who touched the porcelain was still thinking about the meaning of this sentence in his mind, but his mouth replied subconsciously: "No, thanks... I am eager to ******** This is today's young people, who are received by the Internet. The result of the scourge of various 'online buzzwords'.
Sometimes, such buzzwords and all kinds of memes have become an instinct in young people's lives. When hearing the first half of the sentence, the body will be ready to move, and instinctively will answer the next sentence 'stalk'.
The ethereal voice paused.
For a moment, this ethereal voice really wanted to turn around and leave, ignoring this idiot who was full of ****.
Fortunately, he finally calmed down.
After a while, the ethereal voice continued to ring in the ears of the man who touched the porcelain: "Do you long for power? Do you long to be the protagonist of the world? Do you long to take revenge on your enemies? Do you long to trample your enemies on the soles of your feet? Come on, beat him up?"
This time, the ethereal voice spoke all the temptations in one breath, lest this foolish answer would make him vomit blood.
Become the protagonist of this world? This line deeply hit the heart of the man who touched porcelain.
However, he still had some doubts.
"Strength? Can you twist a steel pipe into a twist with your bare hands?" the man who touched the porcelain asked—under the influence of Song Shuhang just now, in his opinion, twisting a steel pipe into a twist with your bare hands is power!
"It's far more than that." The ethereal voice tempted him, and at the same time he felt a little at ease, and this foolishness took the bait.
The man who touched the porcelain asked again, "Can you beat the guy who beat me just now?"
"As long as you get the strength, you can knock down ten of them with one hand." The ethereal voice tempted again.
The man's eyes lit up, but after thinking about it, he asked again, "Then what price will I pay? Do you need me to save the world?"
The ethereal voice froze again.
"You don't need to pay any price, you just need to find a treasure for me one day." The ethereal voice said again.
The man who touched porcelain thought for a moment: "How can I trust you? How can you give me strength?"
"Look down and look in front of you, what do you see?" The ethereal voice continued.
As instructed, the man who touched porcelain lowered his head and looked in front of him.
Then, he saw that a small black dot appeared in the void. The little black spots absorbed the power of heaven and earth, and countless black light spots condensed.
It's like the sand is accumulating, and eventually... these little black dots condense into a black crystal ring.
The man who touched the porcelain widened his eyes, this is not something that humans can do at all.
Am I really going to be the protagonist in the novel
"Tell me, what did you see?" the ethereal voice continued.
"I saw a... ring." The porcelain-touching man replied.
"Very well, you really have the potential of a king, so you can see it. Then, stretch out your hand and grab this ring. Put it on, you... will become the king of this world!" The ethereal The voice tempted.
"Put it on and become the king of the world?" The Pengci man stretched out his hand and grabbed the ring: "This plot is so familiar. Will this ring not control my mind?"
"No." The ethereal voice said.
"So, if I wear it, can I get the ability to transform into armor?" The man who touched porcelain asked again.
This time, the ethereal voice no longer answered.
No way, he really has a generation gap with today's young people, and he feels that he has to make up for the knowledge of recent young people.
The man who touched the porcelain frowned and waited for a while. After seeing the voice no longer answering him, he had to carefully put the crystal ring on his hand.
Be the king of the world, be the protagonist, just listen.
But if you can get the power to defeat that guy, that's enough.
The big deal is to seal up the ring after giving the guy a lesson—or, as the characters in The Lord of the Rings did many years ago, destroy it.
The moment the man who touched the porcelain put on the ring, he felt a powerful force emerge from the ring and enter his body.
In an instant, he was beaten by Song Shuhang and left with pain, all of which healed without medicine.
Not only does his body not hurt, but his originally thin body has grown a little bigger, and there is a faint outline of muscles.
Power, a steady stream of power, emerges from the body.
This feeling is so wonderful. He felt that he could now deal with ten previous self by himself.
Around, the companions who were still lying on the ground groaning, saw the man who touched the porcelain suddenly stand up, and everyone was stunned.
"Hahaha." The man who touched the porcelain laughed strangely, then he squatted down and picked up a steel pipe brought by his companion on the ground.
"Yeah!" The man who touched porcelain used all his strength to twist the steel pipe.
It's a pity... the steel pipe was not twisted into a twist, but it was twisted and bent a lot.
However, the man who touched porcelain was not disappointed. Because he can feel that as time goes by, his body becomes stronger and stronger!
As long as he was given a little more time to twist the steel pipe with his bare hands, it would definitely not be a problem. (To be continued.)