Tang Xia is tall and good-looking, but when she was in school, she rarely participated in extracurricular activities such as fighting.

At this moment, he saw someone rushing fiercely, and subconsciously dodged around the motorcycle.

He glanced at the rolling gold chains on the ground, thought about the strange airflow in his body, and the energy that seemed to be increased every time he ran, and he vaguely felt that he should have something to do with this.

"Stop it!" Hua Jiao walked around the motorcycle and chased her for a few times but couldn't catch anyone. She kicked the motorcycle down with anger!

I have such a bad temper! I bought the motorcycle by myself when I was in my senior year. I don’t have the baby on weekdays, but now I’m kicked like this.

Tang Xia came up and stopped hiding.

Seeing this, Hua Guzi was stunned. After a few seconds, she re-created her fierce emotions and jumped up and kicked her.

The scene was quiet again.

Tang Xia looked at the flowery jacket that was pulled and jumped with one leg after being pulled. The moment the other party jumped in, his movements seemed to slow down suddenly.

what happened.

When did I have such great strength to twist this flower jacket and have the urge to throw a shot put. Did the gold chain just now fan the gold chain with my hands?

Tang Xia blinked and looked at the big pie face opposite him, which was flying from hideous to pain, and then to begging for mercy, and understood that these must be the reason for the strange air flow in his body.

In a trance, he noticed a black shadow falling down quickly. He raised his eyes and saw a stick smashing head-on.

It's going to fail!

Can't gangsters talk about the rules of the world like the gangsters in Hong Kong movies? I can't see that he has no time to do anything now, and five of them are even sneak attacking him.

"Bang!"

With a loud and crisp sound, Tang Xia swears that it was the sound of a stick hitting the iron basin, but it was clearly hitting his head.

After a slight dizziness, he looked at the stunned gangster who was only half a stick left in his hand.

Seeing that the gangster was about to come back to his senses, Tang Xia was also anxious and his hands were out of control. The more he wanted to throw away the flower jacket, the less he could not do it.

Suddenly, his blood and blood felt something stuck in his throat. He couldn't vomit!

"Iron Head Gong (primary)!"

The gangster who took a half stick flew a few meters away and fainted on the spot.

Although there were only a few gangsters left nearby and a fat monk who seemed to have not figured out the situation yet, Tang Xia still wanted to die.

He knocked down the gold chain and uniform and floral jacket. He vaguely felt that he had become a master, but what the hell is the iron-headed savage? He used his head to knock a gangster fainted a few meters away, and even shouted out, and even brought that "primary". It was so shameful.

That's it.

One thing, it feels shameful to do it for the first time. If you try it twice more, it feels less heavy. Repeat twice more...

Yes, if you repeat it twice, it will be like the moment when he twists his legs and feet in the flower jacket with both hands, and the gangster comes up with "Iron Head Kung (Junior level)!" and knocks away.

Haha! Another one will be knocked away again!

When the last long-haired gangster was left wandering in the distance, Tang Xia was eager to try and shook his head.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..." The long-haired gangster quickly threw away the bricks that he had pried from somewhere, and looked at the brothers lying all over the floor, and his legs were weak. He lived for thirty years and was the first time he saw someone fighting with iron heads. He flew when he got stuck. At this time, several of them fell to the ground and thrust.

"Donor, did the little monk say it long ago?"

The little monk didn't know if he had a problem with his brain or was used to the big scenes, but he kept his face and walked to the long-haired gangster who was sitting on the ground with a copper bowl.

"Yes, yes." Another glance at the people on the ground, the long-haired gangster's face twitched. Before the monk could react, his head pounced on the copper bowl, his teeth were sore, and when his head was lifted, his nose bleeding spurted, "It was a disaster of blood."

The little monk calmed down and then sighed with admiration, "Master is right, monks will not lie."

This is called monks not lie, who is your master? Before Tang Xia could complain, he heard a "ding" sound in his mind, "The side mission failed."

What?!

Didn’t you save the little fat man? Why did the side mission fail? Where did you fail? Wasn’t you resist the strong and help the weak and avoid the weak from being hurt?

etc.

Looking at the little monk who was proudly holding a copper bowl, and then looking at the five gangsters rolling on the ground, Tang Xia fell into deep thought.

"Thank you, donor." The little monk held the golden shining copper bowl to the front, saw Tang Xia's expression, and explained, "This is my master's face technique. When I passed by here, I saw that their seal hall was black, and there would be a bloody disaster. I kindly told them that they would repay their kindness with grudges. The master was right, the world outside was really dangerous."

“…”

Tang Xia didn't answer the conversation. Suddenly, the sky suddenly became dark. When he looked up, he saw that the sky was filled with gloomy dark clouds.

"Huh..." The little monk raised his head and sniffed it in the copper bowl again. He turned around and said, "I have a bad premonition when I observe the appearance of heaven."

Uncle, if you have no premonition, you will have no premonition. Why stare at me? Do you have to have a bloody disaster like those gangsters? Tang Xia is now very suspicious that the reason why the side mission failed was because he had a bad understanding of strength and weakness.

Slowly, Tang Xia stopped holding up the motorcycle's hand and quickly checked the screen in his mind. He saw that the failed side mission covered with a failed side mission had faded away.

He thought carefully that he had just prompted that the side mission failed, and the reward and punishment box behind seemed to jump and flash again, and this time the brighter one was the "punishment".

That's right, as I guessed before, you can go to the TV artist to exchange for rewards if you succeed in the mission. If you fail, it is very likely to be punished, but what will this punishment be?

"not good!"

Hearing a loud scream, Tang Xia quickly raised his eyes and saw the little monk rushing to the ground with his body protrudingly, and the golden copper bowl was covering his bald head. Before he could react, he felt a flash of white light, and the top of his head seemed to be hit hard by a huge force, his limbs and bones were disintegrating, accompanied by a burnt smell, and he lost consciousness.

...

I opened my eyes with difficulty, and it seemed like there were millions of ants crawling in my body.

It took Tang Xia a while to get used to it, and then his eyes slowly focused and saw him lying on the hospital bed.

"You're awake." A short doctor stood by the bedside, knocking on the check-in medical record board, "I'm not seriously injured, I can be discharged after a while. It's not me that I'm talking about you, young man, no matter how curious you are, you can't touch the electric door. How old are you..."

"The Rage Value from Wu Jian"

Tang Xia struggled to sit up, but he couldn't understand. He touched the electric door and said, "What's the point of this doctor?"

No, he touched the electric gate, and he didn't move even though he was standing there, but the sky suddenly had dark clouds rolling...
Chapter completed!