The thug's body suddenly spun to the ground like a rapidly spinning top.
"Aha!"
Lin Xiaolu shouted with a smile and jumped up. With the blessing of Yuanyangbu, he flew out of the encirclement in one step and jumped up the spacious wooden stairs in the middle of Miaoyu Square. Then he knocked down two thugs with two punches and grabbed a black man. The wooden stick waved by the thug was waved casually.
"Bang!"
The thug holding the stick was instantly thrown up by his strange power, and his whole body flew out, knocking the other thugs to pieces.
The thug who had been knocked unconscious was thrown into 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 upside down.
"Come on!"
"Brothers, don't be cowardly! Beat him!"
The thugs would rush up the stairs one after another, and there would be people everywhere, and they would block the boy in the middle of the stairs and beat him up in the darkness.
Lin Xiaolu, however, was stunned because of his super strong resistance to blows and his qigong skills. His head could withstand countless wooden sticks without pain. He jumped up and knocked out the man in black with a slap.
One of the thugs slashed his head angrily with a stick, but he grabbed the stick with his immature palms, and then pushed it forward with his backhand. The stick immediately made a "Bang!" sound, causing the man's nose to bleed everywhere, and he fell down. Sitting on the ground, holding his bleeding nose and screaming.
Everyone else in Miaoyufang was confused, who was this little Taoist boy!
He was obviously just a child, but he was able to beat up three hundred giant men by himself. He was as fierce as a tiger swarming a flock of sheep, which was jaw-dropping.
"call!"
Another hurricane sound sounded, and Lin Xiaolu leaped into the air. He once again kicked away a thug with a beautiful horizontal kick. After landing, he danced wildly with his fists and kicks at the man in black who blocked him in front of him. The thugs came up the stairs one after another. After falling down, the gorgeous tables and chairs around the stairs were smashed into pieces. In the end, Lin Xiaolu even felt that the beating was too slow. His breath sank, and his little body suddenly rushed forward!
Baji - iron mountain support!
"Bang!"
The powerful impact directly knocked away several thugs in front of them. The thugs' bodies flew away and then hit the people behind them. In this way, one after another at high speed, Lin Xiaolu knocked down one of them with an iron mountain support. A large film, one by one lying on the stairs screaming.
"Fuck him!"
Lin Xiaolu was in the middle of the stairs. The dozen or so thugs in front of him had all fallen down and howled in pain. But behind him, black-clad thugs surged up again, rushing up the stairs, roaring and waving sticks at him. .
The eight-year-old boy turned around and looked at the thugs rushing up from downstairs without any fear. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile that he thought was handsome but was actually naive. He calmly put his hands in his pockets. Then, he said "Wow" With a sound, he suddenly raised a short leg!
His short legs stirred up a gust of wind, he raised his legs straight over his head, and then gave the thugs who were charging forward a hard chop with his kick!
"Crack!"
"boom!!!"
There was a loud bang, and the wooden stairs were crushed directly by Lin Xiaolu's foot. The cracks spread quickly and the entire stairs collapsed. The thugs who had not yet rushed up felt their bodies light up and fell down together with the collapsed stairs. , screaming and falling to the ground, dust and dust flew up for a while.
The battle was not over yet. The boy yelled "Ah~" and jumped down from the stairs. He knocked a thug unconscious with his knee from the sky. After landing, he jumped out and faced several frightened thugs repeatedly. When he took action, his palm and the stick collided, making a constant muffled sound of "Bang Bang Bang Bang!"
The next second, he pushed away the swinging stick with one hand, turned around and struck with a cutting palm!
Tai Chi - parting the wild horse's mane!
One of the thugs tilted his neck and fell heavily to the ground.
During the melee, a thug upstairs didn't dare to be tough. He yelled and threw his wooden stick at Lin Xiaolu. In the melee, Lin Xiaolu, after knocking his opponent unconscious again, raised his leg and hit the target accurately. sticks.
"Boom!"
The wooden stick that had just come flying was kicked back, and the man was knocked unconscious with one stick.
At this moment, Miaoyufang's three hundred thugs have fallen and countless of them have fallen. As far as I can see, there are thugs who are fainting and screaming in pain. There are even many thugs hanging on the stair handrails, railings, red lights, and the main staircase of the banquet hall. It has also collapsed, and the entire site is covered in devastation.
The chubby Wu Ma was so frightened that she could not stand up, and her fat body was shaking with fear.
"drink!"
With a cold shout, Lin Xiaolu's little body flew forward, swinging his chubby little fist horizontally, and the black-clothed thugs fell down in response.
"Ahhhh!" A strong thug picked up an Eight Immortals table and charged at Lin Xiaolu. The young man flew forward, turned around neatly and kicked the table sideways, smashing the table and all the people in it!
Seeing this scene, Wu Ma was completely desperate. She squatted in the corner and shivered, looking at the little evil star.
"Bang!"
The next second, another black-clothed thug was kicked away by Lin Xiaolu, and his flying body smashed countless antique vases.
"Surround him! Surround him!"
"My day!"
Before he could finish his curse words, one of the thugs was kicked out by Lin Xiaolu with a backswing, and his body spun and hit the vermilion beam.
Miaoyufang's thugs fell in pieces, flying around the banquet hall one by one, falling as fast as two people per second. There were screams and the sound of bodies hitting things.
"I'll fuck your mother!"
The thug swung his stick and struck the boy's head fiercely with a roar. The boy stepped back to avoid it, then slapped the thug on the leg with one palm, grabbed his arm with the other, and spun his hands around. The thug suddenly spun in the air and fell heavily to the ground.
Tai Chi - Cloud Hands!
"Get a knife! Get me a knife and chop him!"
Terrified, Wu Ma couldn't hold herself any longer. She pointed at Lin Xiaolu with her handkerchief and screamed, her body weighing more than 200 pounds jumping up and down in a hurry.
The remaining thugs in black no longer hesitated after hearing this, and all drew out their bright machetes.
When Lin Xiaolu saw dozens of machetes pointed at him, he curled his lips in disdain, then shouted and stepped forward to meet the machetes. Using the power-generating technique of Yuanyang Step, his speed was so fast that he passed several people in one breath, crackling directly. A group of thugs were beaten down, and even the machetes in their hands were bent.
"Kick him to death!"
"Cut him! Kill him!"
"Cut him! Chopping his head off!"
The big men in black roared and charged with knives, but the eight-year-old boy showed his breath and resisted the blade with his body without getting hurt. He held several blades in succession while waving his hands, and finally he closed his body and got up close. fist!
Tai Chi!
move!
bar!
hammer!
"Crack-Boom!!!"
With one move, he moved forward and hit, and his young fists carried a force that seemed to penetrate the sky, smashing several blades into pieces. Sharp broken knives flew all over the sky, and even the thugs holding knives were also attacked by this ancient It flew away with the force of a ferocious beast, and its violent screams rang out one after another!
At this point, the team of 300 thugs had been beaten down to less than 100 people!
In the banquet hall where people were wailing everywhere, Lin Xiaolu was calm and composed. He glanced at the remaining thugs with his big clear eyes. No one dared to look at him. They were all silent and trembling, not daring to step forward.
Upon seeing this, the boy showed a wry smile, stood among the heavily injured and wailing thugs in black, and slowly assumed a strange posture.
He assumed a Baji stance with his left hand and a Tai Chi stance with his right hand. He took a lunge with his two short legs and showed a heart-warming smile to the remaining thugs:
“Supreme Emei, Lin Xiaolu—please enlighten me!”
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Eleven-year-old Chen Nianyun inquired all the way and soon came to the so-called Miaoyufang. At this moment, the periphery of the gorgeously decorated and extraordinary restaurant was filled with pedestrians talking about it. He squeezed through the crowd and was about to go forward to check, when he heard " Bang!" a loud noise.
Two black-clad thugs with bruises and swollen faces smashed the wooden hollow door and flew out of Miaoyufang. They both fell down on the brick street and fainted on the spot.
This sudden scene startled everyone, including Chen Nianyun himself.
He ran to the broken door and looked inside, and was stunned.
