In those years, the cultivators we cut together

The thug's body suddenly spun like a spinning top and fell to the ground.

"Aha!"

Lin Xiaolu laughed and jumped up, and with the support of Yuanyangbu, he flew out of the encirclement in one step, jumped up the spacious wooden stairs in the middle of Miaoyufang, and then knocked down two thugs with two "bang bang" punches, and grabbed another black Yi beater waved the wooden stick, waved casually.

"Bang!"

The thug holding the stick was instantly thrown up by his strange strength, and his whole body flew out, smashing the other thugs who rushed forward.

The thug who had been stunned was thrown in the air by Lin Xiaolu with one hand. With a "click", his body broke the handrail of the stairs, and he fell down the stairs backwards.

"Go on!"

"Brothers, don't be cowardly! Slap him!"

The thugs will rush up the stairs one after another, and there will be people everywhere, blocking the boy in the middle of the stairs and beating him.

However, Lin Xiaolu was stunned, relying on his super fighting ability and his horizontal Qigong practice, he could resist countless wooden sticks with his brain without pain, and he jumped up and slapped the man in black in front of him unconscious.

A thug slapped him on the head with a stick, but he grabbed the stick with his immature palm, and then pushed forward with his backhand. Sitting on the ground, holding his bleeding nose and screaming.

Everyone else in Miaoyufang was stunned, who the hell is this Xiaodao boy!

Even though he was just a child, he was able to beat up three hundred burly men by himself. He was as fierce as a tiger in a herd of sheep, which was jaw-dropping.

"call!"

Another hurricane sounded, Lin Xiaolu leaped into the air, kicked another thug with a beautiful horizontal kick, and after landing, he danced wildly at the man in black blocking him in front of him, and the thugs jumped up the stairs one by one. Falling down, the ornate tables and chairs around the stairs were smashed to pieces. Finally, Lin Xiaolu even felt that the beating was too slow. His breath sank, and his small body suddenly rushed forward!

Baji - Iron Mountain!

"Bang!"

The powerful impact directly knocked several thugs in front of them into pieces. The bodies of the thugs flew away and then hit the people behind them. Just like this, wave after wave of fast joints, Lin Xiaolu knocked down a group of thugs with an iron mountain. Large, one by one lying on the stairs screaming again and again.

"Fuck him!"

Lin Xiaolu was in the middle of the stairs, and the dozens of thugs in front of him had all fallen down and screamed in pain, but behind him, thugs in black came rushing up the stairs, roaring and waving sticks at him. .

The eight-year-old boy turned around and looked at the thugs who rushed up from downstairs without any fear. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a simple-minded smile that he thought was handsome, and he put his hands in his pockets calmly. With a bang, suddenly raised a short leg!

The little short legs set off a wave of wind and waves, straightly raised the legs over the head, and then slammed down on the rushing thugs!

"Crack!"

"boom!!!"

There was a loud bang, and the wooden stairs were directly crushed by Lin Xiaolu's foot. After the cracks spread rapidly, the whole stairs collapsed. The thugs who hadn't rushed up felt their bodies lighten, and fell down together with the collapsed stairs. , screaming and falling to the ground, dust and miscellaneous dust flew up for a while.

The battle was not over yet, the boy yelled "Ah~" and jumped down from the stairs. He fell from the sky and knocked a thug unconscious with his knee. With the shot, the palm of the hand and the stick collided, and there was a muffled sound of "bang bang bang!".

In the next second, he pushed aside the swinging wooden stick with one hand, turned around and slashed his palm!

Tai Chi - Manes of wild horses!

One of the thugs tilted his neck and fell heavily to the ground.

During the scuffle, a thug upstairs didn't dare to be tough, and yelled, he swung his wooden stick and threw it at Lin Xiaolu. Lin Xiaolu in the scuffle immediately raised his leg after knocking out his opponent again, and kicked him precisely. wooden stick.

"Boom!"

The wooden stick that had just flown was kicked back directly, knocking the man unconscious with one blow.

At this moment, a total of three hundred thugs in Miaoyufang have fallen countless. As far as I can see, there are fainting and screaming thugs everywhere, and there are even many thugs hanging on the handrails, railings, red lights, and the main staircase of the banquet hall. It has also collapsed, and the entire site is devastated.

The chubby Wu Ma was so frightened that she couldn't even stand up, and her fat body was shaking in fright.

"drink!"

With a cold shout, Lin Xiaolu's small body flew forward, and with his chubby little fist swung horizontally, the black-clothed thugs fell down in response.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A strong thug picked up an Eight Immortals table and charged at Lin Xiaolu. The young man flew in front of him, turned around and kicked sideways, smashing the table and everyone else into pieces!

Seeing this scene, Wu Ma was completely desperate, squatting in the corner tremblingly looking at this little evil star.

"Bang!"

In the next second, another black-clothed thug was kicked by Lin Xiaolu, and the flying body smashed countless antique vases.

"Surround him! Surround him!"

"My day!"

Before he finished swearing, a thug was kicked out by Lin Xiaolu with a back swing of his leg, and his body spun and hit the vermilion beam.

Miaoyufang's thugs fell in pieces, flying around in the banquet hall one by one, falling down at an average speed of two people per second, and there were screams and the sound of bodies crashing into things everywhere.

"I'm fucking your mother!"

The thug swung the stick and slashed at the boy's head fiercely with the sound of the wind. The boy took a step back to avoid it, then slapped the thug's leg with one palm, grabbed his arm with the other palm, and turned his hands around. The thug suddenly took a turn in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Tai Chi - Cloud Hands!

"Take a knife! Give me a knife and chop him up!"

The terrified Mama Wu couldn't hold back anymore, she pointed at Lin Xiaolu with a handkerchief and screamed loudly, her 200-jin body jumped up and down anxiously.

The rest of the black-clothed thugs didn't hesitate any more when they heard this, and drew out their gleaming machetes one after another.

Lin Xiaolu saw dozens of machetes pointing at him, curled his lips in disdain, then shouted to meet the knives and moved forward, using the force technique of mandarin duck step, his speed was so fast that he passed several people in one breath, crackling and directly Beat up a group of thugs, even the machetes in their hands were bent.

"Hack him!"

"Cut him! Kill!"

"Cut him! Chop his head!"

The big men in black roared and charged with their knives, but the eight-year-old boy stretched out his breath, resisting the knife sharply without being hurt, and held several knives in succession while waving his hands. fist!

Tai Chi!

move!

bar!

hammer!

"Crack—boom!!!"

With one move, he advanced, moved, blocked, and punched out. The immature fist with the strength that seemed to penetrate the sky smashed several blades, and the sharp broken knives flew all over the sky. Even the thugs holding the knives were also killed by this ancient It flew out with the strength of a beast, and its violent screams were heard one after another!

So far, the thug team of 300 people has been beaten to less than 100 people left!

In the wailing banquet hall, Lin Xiaolu was calm and calm, and glanced at the rest of the thugs with big clear eyes, but no one dared to look at him, they all kept silent, trembling and dared not go forward.

Seeing this, the boy showed a wry smile, stood among the thugs in black who were seriously injured and howling, and slowly assumed a strange posture.

With his left hand in a baji stance and his right hand in a tai chi stance, he took a lunge with his two short legs, and showed a heartwarming smile to the remaining thugs:

"Supreme Emei, Lin Xiaolu—please enlighten me!"

……

……

11-year-old Chen Nianyun made inquiries all the way, and soon came to the so-called Miaoyufang. At this moment, the ornately decorated and imposing restaurant was full of pedestrians discussing it. !” with a loud bang.

Two black-clothed thugs with bruised noses and swollen faces crashed into the hollow wooden gate and flew out of Miaoyufang. Both of them fell down on the green brick street and passed out on the spot.

This sudden scene shocked everyone, including Chen Nianyun himself.

He ran to the broken gate and looked inside, and then he was stunned.