Wang Zhifei is very excited now. He has not been so excited for a long time, because for him, many things are very difficult for ordinary people, but can be done easily.

Especially after arriving at Luochuan, because the people of the Wang family in Longxi have said hello to the upper level here, they want to control Wang Zhifei and can't let him participate in the core affairs of the family, so he is very boring here.

This time, Dong Wenfeng suddenly appeared and jumped on his face, which is exactly what Wang Zhifei wanted.

From the last fight in the villa, he knew that Dong Wenfeng had hard skills in his hands, and the failure of his capable mules proved to him that Dong Wenfeng's ability was extraordinary.

That's why Wang Zhifei put on such a big battle. He just wanted to see how much surprise Dong Wenfeng could bring to him.

Dong Wenfeng, who has been surrounded by dozens of strong men with weapons, is very relaxed at this time.

It seems that there are not dozens of big men around Dong Wenfeng, but just air.

"It seems that hidden dragon's intelligence is still no problem. Wang Zhifei doesn't dare to really get some guns for his men."

When Wang Zhifei rushed out under his hands, Dong Wenfeng had understood the number of people and the weapons in their hands with his excellent perception ability.

"There are seventy-three."

Dong Wenfeng murmured.

"Then take three minutes to solve the battle."

This time, instead of talking to himself, Dong Wenfeng turned his eyes to the mule standing in front of those people.

The mule was also a little frightened by Dong Wenfeng's calm and calm eyes. After all, it had been planted on Dong Wenfeng's hand once. Yesterday's failure made him break a finger.

If you fail again today, you may lose your life.

After all, mules are also cruel people who have been mixing with society for many years. Although Dong Wenfeng's calm makes him feel very uneasy, it is impossible to be directly frightened away by such Dong Wenfeng.

"Shit, give it to me and kill this boy who doesn't know the greatness of heaven and earth!!"

The mule aroused the strength hidden in his body, took out the butterfly knife he cut off his fingers yesterday, and stabbed Dong Wenfeng.

The mule tried his best this time, but he stabbed into the air.

Dong Wenfeng already knew the movements of the mule. For him now, the movements of the mule are too slow.

"One finger zen!"

Dong Wenfeng flashed the mule's thorn, and then pointed to the mule's back.

"Poof!" it was as if the mule had been hit with a hammer from behind. He was directly shocked and flew out, and his mouth kept spraying blood. His internal organs had been seriously injured by Dong Wenfeng's finger.

"Mule!"

"Kill the boy!"

The fall of the mule did not deter these outlaws, but more aroused their anger and rushed towards Dong Wenfeng.

At this moment of blood spray, Dong Wenfeng became more and more calm. The actions of all the people close to him had been seen clearly by him, and he could even feel the flow of breath inside these people's bodies.

With this perception and absolute control over his body, Dong Wenfeng began to swim among the chaotic crowd.

There are dozens of battles, but if these dozens of people deal with one person together, it is definitely not less.

The so-called two fists are difficult to defeat four hands. No matter how powerful a person is, he can't Parry too many people at once.

If we only calculate the strength of these dozens of people, and really add up directly to hit Dong Wenfeng, Dong Wenfeng may not be able to bear it.

Unfortunately, these people are not well-trained soldiers, nor are they warriors who knew how to cooperate in close combat in ancient times. They are just ordinary people who are energetic and have some brute force.

"Ah!"

"The boy is here!"

"Poof!"

“……”

Dong Wenfeng is like a fish swimming in the sea among the crowd. He is very comfortable and freehand. There is no danger of life at all.

If there are real experts nearby, we can see the horror of Dong Wenfeng.

No matter where others appear, there will never be more than four people who really face them directly.

If the strength of 40 people seems to be hard to resist directly, what about four people? For Dong Wenfeng, who has the strength now, it's really not too easy to deal with it.

In fact, Dong Wenfeng could have used the "thirteen points" skill of group attack to deal with it. In that case, he didn't need to swim away in the crowd.

But Dong Wenfeng wanted to fight these people with one finger zen suitable for single combat.

Dong Wenfeng's strength is not weak now, but if he really wants to improve his strength, he must learn to master his strength more subtly.

And this, the realm in practice, is "micro".

"Micro education" is not a specific realm, nor does it mean that people who reach the "micro education" realm will have strong absolute strength, but "micro education" can ensure that they can always give full play to their 100% strength.

Even those who have reached the "micro" level can break through themselves in the extreme battle and give full play to 12% of their strength.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

When the last one of Wang Zhifei's men with a swing and stick was knocked down by Dong Wenfeng, the front of the whole Dihao nightclub became empty again.

Wang Zhifei, who had stood aside and was ready to see Dong Wenfeng torn apart by his men, was already speechless, like a wooden stake.

Dong Wenfeng went to Wang Zhifei's side. Wang Zhifei came back to his senses. His face was cruel. He punched Dong Wenfeng with his uninjured hand.

Dong Wenfeng's head gently tilted aside, and Wang Zhifei's fist was flashed by him. Then Dong Wenfeng caught Wang Zhifei and twisted his arm.

"Click."

"Ah - I will kill you!"

Dong Wenfeng directly twisted Wang Zhifei's arm and broke it. Then he raised Wang Zhifei's wrist, looked at the very expensive Rolex watch and frowned.

"Alas, unexpectedly, it took me three minutes and fifty seconds to solve these wastes. It was a failure."