Cold Soldier King Pretty President

I don't know when, a few men in casual clothes joined the battle, and the battle, which was still in a stalemate state, immediately became one-sided.

The brothers brought by Zhang Yifan were brought down by a move. Within three or five minutes, the group of brothers at the bottom had been reduced by one-third, and gradually began to be suppressed by the number of each other.

Zhang Yifan asked himself that he had some Kung Fu, but when he entered the war again, he also felt a lot of pressure. Originally, he didn't work hard on three or five people. I don't know when he started. A small man appeared in the opponent's camp and began to hang the lottery on himself.

Although the boy looks humble, he is a practitioner. He can't get any advantage from him for a while and a half. In particular, the last sweep of the hall attacked him coldly. Zhang Yifan also fell on the ground, and his forehead was broken.

In the end, I'm too light on the enemy. I should bring more of my brothers here. Second master is an old man in the Taoism. He has a deep foundation. Those guys who wear casual clothes are all the characters of the town. Only second master's men can summon so many ruthless people.

Just at this time, more than a dozen strong men came down from the second floor. Their breath was the same as those people just now. Zhang Yifan's face suddenly became ugly.

It's not a big problem for them to be alone, but for those younger brothers, these guys are not what they can resist at all. At the beginning, the number is dominant and they can stick together for a while. Now the other party has joined the new force, and they scream after that. In just a few minutes, Zhang Yifan had already lost more than half of his staff. Even Xiao Bei, who had been pounding things with soy sauce, realized what was wrong and subconsciously leaned towards the gate.

But even so, Xiaobei is still cold, a stick in the back, suddenly pain of the grin, this just realized that standing around is not a few of his brothers.

"Brother fan, the situation is not good! Why don't we just run away? " Small North a stick to throw at that son of a bitch old waist, this just carefully toward Zhang Yifan to say.

Zhang Yifan is also in a dilemma. On the one hand, he is in danger of wealth. On the other hand, he may be in danger of losing his life when he has money. Who would have thought that the second master has so many mastiffs!

"Xiao Bei, let's wait." Zhang Yifan calms down his airway.

"Brother fan, you can't wait any longer! If we wait any longer, none of us will be able to leave! " Xiaobei is worried.

Seeing the brothers brought down by each other one by one, they can only be anxious, but brother Ye doesn't mean to make a move. He has been smoking cigarettes on the sofa beside him since he entered the arena.

Zhang Yifan also guessed that ye Mo's purpose is probably to pull them out to train, but the problem is that they have already broken down and can't hold on!

Zhang Yifan had no choice but to work hard. Unfortunately, his courage was good, but the reality didn't save him any face. When he was facing three or four practitioners, he was kicked out of his back.

Zhang Yifan had practiced boxing for several years. In a moment, a carp jumped up from the ground, but before he could stand still, he was immediately kicked by another man in the chest, and then another carp kicked up again.

This time, without waiting for him to straighten up, a thin man called up with a sweeping leg. Once again, Zhang Yifan fell to the ground without any fancy. This time, he really didn't have the strength to get up again.

In front of his younger brother's face, he was kicked down twice in a row. Zhang Yifan's face couldn't hang, but without waiting for him to think more, a strong thigh had already hit his chest.

Zhang Yifan had just dodged. There was a pain like fracture on his waist. He also slipped two or three meters on the smooth floor tiles. He didn't even have the strength to hum“ Boy, aren't you good at fighting just now? You have the ability to fight again! Come on That small person ferocious way, raised a leg to even kick more than ten feet on Zhang Yifan's body, Zhang Yifan Leng was kicked not to make a sound.

This little man is also angry, Zhang Yifan's previous foot almost didn't kick him to the back of breath, now several brothers together to put him down, still can't force in Zhang Yifan revenge?

"It's over. Even brother fan has knelt down. I really can't stay here any longer, or the whole army will be destroyed!" As soon as I saw my elder brother lying on the ground, someone finally began to beat the drum.

It's just to have a bite to eat. It's not necessary to take your life. What's more, even if you really take this place today, you'll end up eating meat on it. They can't even drink soup and water.

So think about it, a boy ran out of the door while everyone didn't pay attention. Ye Mo watched the scene coldly, didn't stop or say anything, but calmly lit the next cigarette.

It is said that the defeat is like a mountain fall. Once there are deserters on the battlefield, the morale will be broken immediately. With one leader, the rest of the people are not firm. Then the second one, the third one, and finally more than a dozen people left the guys and ran away.

One after another, only 123 of the original seven or eight little brothers were still on the scene. Although all they left were absolute confidants, there was no doubt about their loyalty, Zhang Yifan's heart was more sad when he was moved.

He thinks that he is good to his brothers. He didn't expect that so many people left him at the critical moment without hesitation! Just when Zhang Yifan was confused, a chair with a broken foot smashed directly at his forehead. Fortunately, Xiao Bei, who was on the side of the chair, quickly hit Zhang Yifan and pulled him apart. Otherwise, his grave would be half human height by this time next year.

"Damn it! This is clearly to our lives! Van! I don't want to! Do it with them! It's a big deal, people die, birds are flying in the sky Xiaobei was angry. Just now, the man was not in the mind of fighting. He wanted to kill himself!

The problem is that the wide back chair made of solid wood broke into wood dregs after this fall. What a hatred it must be!

If you really get this on your head, you'll have to take a spoon to the bag. People are determined to take their lives. What are you hesitating about? Do you want to die!

Xiaobei was the first to grab a baseball bat and rush into the group. The blood in the hearts of the rest of the boys was also ignited, but before their universe burned, a basin of cold water poured from head to foot.

Just now, Xiao Bei, who rushed to the enemy like the king of Chu, flew back at a faster speed than before, and rolled the sofa several times.

The example of Xiaobei is here. The only remaining little brother who is more than ten is afraid to go forward with his bat.

Just now, they could see the power of this kick clearly, but not everyone was so lucky that they were buffered off by a sofa, and they directly hit the post, which was not death or disability!

In addition to the more than 50 partially decorated bastards, there are more than a dozen strong and shameful perverts. How can they fight! How can we have the courage to continue to work!

Seeing Zhang Yifan and his subordinates wilt, the faces of those bastards become more and more disdainful. Then a group of people turn their attention to Zhang Yifan“ Boy, weren't you pretty fierce just now? Why don't you fight now? You have the guts to come! " The little man said to Zhang Yifan's belly is a punch, all of a sudden hit Zhang Yifan's sour water came out.

However, Zhang Yifan was also tough. Just as he bent down, he immediately stood up straight and said sarcastically, "counsellor, is that all you have? Didn't you have lunch? "

"Damn it! It seems that you really don't know how to write death! Brothers, put him up for me! " The little man said angrily.

As soon as the words came to an end, two big men with strong physique locked Zhang Yifan's arms and sent him back to the little man.

The little man's face showed a trace of ferocity. After a few words, he swung his fist to Zhang Yifan's stomach. The thick sound made Xiao Bei feel a little impatient. He grasped the bat in his hand several times and wanted to rush up. But after being swept coldly by those people, he could not resist immediately.

At this time, ye Mo finally put out the cigarette end and got up. It's almost the same to fight until he reached this level. They must have realized what they should learn. It's time to end this farce.