Chapter 19 Mountain-like Man

"Bang!"

A strong arm stretched out from the oblique thorn and suddenly grabbed the big fist hammering Li Wei's cold face door. The two staggered arms were as thick as ordinary people's thighs, and their muscles were as steel, but the later arm was obviously stronger, because Ah Hong's pinched face changed and he couldn't help it. Humming.

"Friend, since you are a guest in the cold city, there is no need to stay in one place. Go around more!" As the thick voice sounded, the arm that grabbed Ah Hong loosened, and a mountain-like one-armed man came into everyone's eyes.

"Uncle Wang!" The children shouted happily, and the girls had tears in their eyes.

"Wei Han, that system may not be very effective. In case you are blown up and haven't saved Xiuxiu, it will be a big deal." Wang Shan said to Li Weihan with a smile, how could he look like an honest farmer?

Li Weihan scratched his head and smiled. Tang Xiuxiu stared at him with tearful eyes: "I'm so stupid."

"Fuck, you really don't pay attention to me. Do you think the Hong Zhantu of my Wangye tribe is a vegetarian?" Hong Zhantu dumped Wang Shan's red arm, pulled out a thick wooden stick from his back, and forced Wang Shan. When he entered the cold city, their weapons were confiscated, but these people who were used to trouble naturally had their way. An inconspicuous wooden stick was enough to blow up ordinary people's heads.

Originally, he was a refugee in the gorge border city. In the third year after the gorge border city was broken, he joined Qixiong Mountain. Four years later, he was the position of the third leader of Qixiong Mountain. Eight years ago, he was besieged by the Wangye army and fought to the death. He took 500 bandits to resist the 30,000 troops of Wangye for half a month. Finally, Wangye found your mother who had been separated for many years, and you were willing to surrender. Later, he made countless contributions to the Wangye tribe's expedition to the north. Two years ago, he worshipped the vanguard of Wangye Pingxia. Wang Shan's simple smile disappeared and was replaced by a domineering cold face: "Hong Zhantu, I don't care who you are or what you want to do, but at this moment, I won't let you hurt these children at all!"

"His--" Hong Zhantu took a deep breath of cold air. He just casually reported his name. Unexpectedly, a man with a broken arm casually met in Hancheng actually understood his origin so thoroughly. Is he too famous? Or is the purpose exposed this time?

No matter who the mother is, let's break it first! Hong Zhantu's cow's temper came up and a stick hit him.

Wang Shan's eyes condensed and raised his hand to block it. With a bang, the thick wooden stick at the mouth of the bowl was deeply broken into two pieces, but Wang Shan's raised arm did not move at all. Even if he only had one arm, it was as stable as a mountain rock.

"Damn it, come with the stick, I don't believe that I can't keep knocking his broken hand!" Hong Zhantu roared, and the outlaws around him hurriedly handed over the wooden sticks. Today, more than 20 people came with Hong Zhantu, and there were plenty of sticks.

"Bang!" "K" "Oh!" "Oh!" Ping!" "K!" Ping!"

Hong Zhantu smashed seven sticks on Wang Shan's arm, and all the sticks were broken at one time. Wang Shan was still motionless, and the position where his arm was raised was not lowered at all.

"Good! OK! Uncle Wang is awesome!" The children shouted happily.

But... the bright red blood dripped down from Wang Shan's hand. After all, it was the body of a mortal. With the arm strength of Hong Zhantu, even the thin steel plate was broken, not to mention a long arm.

The children found the bleeding and went to the front to have a look. Then they found that the meat on Wang Shan's one arm had been smashed, and even a huge wound showed white bones.

"Uncle Wang" Li Weihan opened his eyes angrily, and tears flew out of the little guy's eyes: "Why don't you fight back? Killing them is not like killing animals, fighting back!"

"Stupid child, it's not in a state of alert, and there is no mission. It's impossible to lift the restrictions on equipment transmission." Wang Shan laughed and said, "Don't cry. Stand behind and let him have two more sticks to activate the defense system."

Li Wei stamped his feet coldly: "Uncle Wang, aren't you the same as my stupid method? If only you had known the first punch, you wouldn't stop him."

Wang Shan smiled and stopped answering. He stepped to protect the children behind him, raised his arm and said to Hong Zhantu, "Roll or break my hand!"

"Fuck, I'm not scared. I interrupted your hand today, and then turned these little bastards in front of you!" Hong Zhantu shook his hand and grabbed a hard stone in the hand of his follower, held it in his hand, and smashed the sharp edges and corners on Wang Shan's arm fiercely.

Wang Shan's eyes were murderous, and his arm was greeted. As long as the arm bone was broken, the sensor buried in the combatants will definitely trigger the defense system, and this street fight will come to an end.

But Wang Shan's hand bone was not broken. I don't know when a young man in a gray robe came to Wang Shan's side. He stretched out a hand to block the sharp stone in Hong Zhantu's hand. Hong Zhantu sank vigorously and the stone was hard and sharp, but the young man just leaned up with his palm and stopped it. The skin of his palm was even even Red is not red.

After Wang Shan saw the young man in the robe, he was slightly stunned, and then his pupils suddenly contracted. He raised his legs, shook his bloody one arm, and saluted a standard military salute: "Sir, you are here."

"Well, why do you call someone when you meet a hooligan? Why are you so bitter?" The person who came was Luo Han. There were Mr. Zuo Muzuo and Mr. Luo Bingluo in the edge city, but they all had to take their surnames. Luo Han was the only one who directly called Mr. without a name in public. Luo Han's identity had been temporarily disclosed to the high-level generals of Hancheng, so Wang Shan recognized him.

Luo Han threw two pills to Wang Shan, one red and one white, and said lightly, "White internal medicine, red is applied to the wound. You are the wealth of the country, and you can't trample your body next time."

"Yes!" Wang Shan's tears were about to fall.

Hong Zhantu couldn't stand it anymore. He ran out again and blocked his fist. Where has this cold city become? A thin young man can block his fist. How can he do it in the future?

"I'll suck your milk..."

"Bang!" Before Hong Zhantu finished scolding, Luo Han slapped him on his face, and his strength immediately branded a red palm mark on Hong Zhantu's face. Hong Zhantu took three steps back dizzy, loosened his mouth, and spit out four or five big teeth mixed with blood.

The children clapped their hands and cheered. Wang Shan secretly smacked his tongue and said that the savior Luo Zhenren's slap was fierce enough. I'm afraid he might not be able to make this momentum.

After Hong Zhantu woke up, his eyes turned red and he stared at Luo Han and cursed: "I chopped off your beast, brothers..."

"Bang!" Pa!"

At a distance of seven or eight meters, Luo Han didn't move. He came to Hong Zhantu again and shook his hand and slapped him twice in a row. This time, even Hong Zhantu's cheeks were broken, and saliva and blood mixed with water flowed out from the broken mouth on his cheeks. Hong Zhantu's head was dizzy and his eyes could not see anything. Nine out of them were I had a slight concussion.

"Get out!" Luo Han coldly spit out a word from his mouth.

More than 20 Hong Zhan Tu's younger brothers are all elite selected from the Wang Ye's front camp. They are all desperate people rolling over the death line. However, when they see Hong Zhan Tu being beaten, they have a feeling that they have no way to start in the face of such a thin young man. Luo Han's speed is too fast and too cruel. They are Ben didn't react.

The children cheered loudly: "Handsome, brother is so handsome!"

Wang Shan nervously glanced at the guys around him. If they wanted to rush up, they should protect their children and gentlemen anyway.

After Hong Zhantu was held up and spitting out the blood in his mouth, he stared at Luo Han, with murderous eyes. He slowly raised an arm and clenched his fist to the sky. This is the common gesture of Wangye Front Camp. When Hong Zhantu smashed his fist, all the soldiers of the Front Camp must come forward bravely and never stop.

Although I felt a little inappropriate when I saw Hong Zhantu raising his fists, the Wang Ye soldiers around me were nervous, separated their legs and made a charging posture, ready to rush up and tear up the man who dared to slap their boss.

Luo Han smiled casually and said, "A bunch of rubbish."

Hong Zhantu's eyes shrank, and his fists were about to fall down. At this moment, an almost transparent thin plate flew over the crowd and jumped down two men in uniform from the thin board. They saw Wang Shan at a glance and quickly came up to salute: "Captain Wang!"

Wang Shan nodded and said nothing. The two uniformed men looked at Luo Han again. They didn't know the young man, but the instruments on their bodies could not detect the identity of the other party, nor did they see the identity ring on the other party's wrist, which shocked them. All the identities of the people in the cold city were recorded so that they could be patrol officers. Check at any time, and tourists outside the city must wear identity rings, otherwise they will be punished by being removed from the city. The gray-shirted young man in front of him is obviously a special existence.

Two patrolmen nodded carefully from Luo Han, and Luo Han also smiled and returned the gift.

"Uncle police, those bad guys want to bully us. Uncle Wang and this big brother saved us. Arrest the bad guys quickly." Li Weihan and a small friend immediately hugged the thighs of the two patrolmen and shouted.

"Dizzy, isn't this the prince of Li City Lord, and Tang Xiuxiu seems to have a deep relationship with the Liemen of Nanqing Mountain. Is this also the person that can be provoked by hooligans?" The patrolman recognized Li Weihan's identity and secretly smacked his tongue, saying that these rural hooligans in other places are too insight. Do they still want to fucking live if they provoke these people?

In line with the attitude of maintaining the image and peace of the cold city, the two walked to Hong Zhantu to dissuade them, but soon two Hong Zhantu's followers came up and pushed two patrolmen with their hands. In their opinion, these patrolmen sitting on high-tech flying boards are just fancy shelves. What's the right to dissuade your boss?

Under three pushes and two pushes, the mud bodhisattva also became angry. The patrolmen pulled out the black metal stick at their waist and shook them with their hands. Two blue electric lights flew out and tied up the Wangye soldiers who pushed them.

"I declare that you have violated Article 56 of the Regulations on the Administration of Public Security in Cold City. Article 78 intends to attack the police and disperse immediately, otherwise all of you will squat with me at the police station and wait for the boss of your business group to come to lead people!" The patrolman said loudly.

Luo Han looked at the black metal stick in the patrolman's hand with a smile. The blue electric light emitted from it contained a spiritual component. It seemed to be guided by spiritual power and bound by electrical energy. The tied hooligan screamed under the stimulation of electric current and lost resistance.

To say that Hong Zhantu is really wild, he took out the momentum of going to the battlefield, with no expression on his face, and his fist fell fiercely: "Brothers, hit me!"

"Fight? What do you fight? Who dares to make trouble in the cold city? Just as the Wangye soldiers were about to do it, a group of people rushed into the crowd in a neat formation. The first one was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white cigarette emitting blue smoke on his lips. His hands were casually placed on both sides of his body, holding two super-large black pistols respectively, and the cold city guarded the seventh team. Captain, Li Keyan.

Li Keyan was born from gun training. His eyes were so vicious. As soon as he entered the crowd, he saw Luo Han. He stood straight. His original careless appearance quickly disappeared. His legs were closed with a crack. His two guns were handed to his left hand, his right hand was quickly raised to his head, and he made a standard military salute: "Sir!"

Li Keyan was followed by more than a dozen young men in military uniforms with two guns in their hands. They also followed the example of a captain to salute Luo Han.

Luo Han nodded and said nothing.

Is it just a captain? Hong Zhantu still wanted to play tricks. Li Keyan jumped over and kicked him over, and a black pistol was on his forehead: "The cold city is hospitable, but it's not a soft persimmon. How dare you move the earth on your grandfather's head? It seems that your mother didn't think of you when she gave birth to you!"

The other Wangye soldiers wanted to save the boss, and Li Keyan's two guns were raised. These people were all good hands, and it was not a problem to kill these miscellaneous hairs.

Li Keyan turned his head and looked at Luo Han to see if the highest leader of the cold city wanted them to kill.