Six young men holding steel pipes rushed towards Qin Yang directly, preparing to fight quickly.

They are all used to fighting in groups. In their eyes, Qin Yang, who is bare-handed and the lamb to be slaughtered is no different.

Just a freshman, how powerful can it be?

Although they heard Zhao Ping say that this guy is very powerful, they didn’t care much about it. Nowadays, no matter how good his martial arts are, he is afraid of kitchen knife. How many can you hit with a bare hands?

Usually, two or three people are enough to deal with anyone they want to deal with. However, after hearing about Zhao Ping's incident, He Biao brought eight people. In addition to six with steel pipes, two people also carried watermelon knives, which were well prepared.

He still doesn't believe it. A freshman is going to make a big splash?

Qin Yang's eyes turned cold. Just as he was about to take action, a beer bottle had already flew over and hit a young man rushing up.

"Fuck, bully the less, right?"

The burly Sun Xiaodong didn't hesitate at all. He roared and smashed the beer bottle in his hand casually, then picked up the folding stool under his butt and rushed towards the group of people.

He Tianfeng's face was nervous. He was not good at fighting. He was a little scared when he saw the scene. However, he still grabbed the folding bench, took two steps forward, and shouted loudly: "Fourth, call the police!"

At this time, a thug rushed to Qin Yang, and the steel pipe in his hand hit him and smashed it down.

A cold light flashed in Qin Yang's eyes, and he reached out his hand like lightning, directly grabbed the smashed steel pipe. The steel pipe hit Qin Yang's palm. Qin Yang's hand did not tremble. He grabbed the steel pipe and pulled it hard, and the steel pipe immediately fell into Qin Yang's hand.

Qin Yang swung a steel pipe with his backhand and hit the wrist directly.

Click!

The thug's wrist bone made a crisp sound, and his whole body screamed, and his hand suddenly softened. Qin Yang kicked him and knocked him to the ground.

The second thug rushed over. This guy was obviously a ruthless man, and the steel pipe hit Qin Yang's head directly.

Qin Yang raised the steel pipe in his hand casually, and held the smashed steel pipe, stepped further, raised his knee, and a simple and effective knee bump, and the thug fell down with his stomach in his arms.

Qin Yang moved forward step by step, and with each step further, one would fall down. In just a few seconds, five thugs fell to the ground, leaving only the thugs who were struck by Sun Xiaodong on a stool and slammed them all the way.

The thug saw that all his companions were knocked down and dared not fight. He ran back to He Biao's side with a look of fear.

He Tianfeng put down the stool in his hand and looked at this scene in surprise. Isn’t this too good to fight?

He had seen Qin Yang take action and knew that Qin Yang could fight, but in just a few seconds, the other party was still holding a steel pipe, so he beat him down?

Lin Zhu took a few steps back and took out his cell phone. Before he could dial, the war was over. Lin Zhu's expression was entangled. It seems that there should be no need to call the police in this way?

Qin Yang picked up the steel pipe in his hand, looked up, stared at He Biao: "I also polished the sharp corners. It seems that you have a lot of experience in beating people."

He Biao's forehead bulged with blue veins, and the ease he had before disappeared. He looked at the men lying on the ground and his eyes were shocked.

These subordinates are all very capable and dare to attack, but who knew that they were letting out five of them by the other party's bare hands, and the other party only took a few seconds without any harm!

"Boy, you can play well. Do you think you will win this way?"

Although He Biao was surprised, he was not panicked, and instead showed a cold smile on his face.

Qin Yang said coldly: "Then what trick do you have? Prepare to take it yourself?"

He Biao waved his hands at the two people beside him, with a fierce look: "Give him some blood!"

The two men stood beside He Biao, and there was no movement. When they heard He Biao's words, they looked at each other, then reached out and touched them from the back, pulled out a watermelon knife, and then approached Qin Yang from left to right.

He Tianfeng and others' pupils suddenly contracted, and their eyes revealed uncontrollable fear: "Boss, be careful!"

Sun Xiaodong stood beside Qin Yang with a folding stool and said in a deep voice: "Leave the one on the left to me!"

Qin Yang reached out to stop Sun Xiaodong and whispered: "Three brothers, step back and leave it to me!"

Sun Xiaodong just saw Qin Yang's quick and fierce attack. He knew that he was very good at fighting, and then he heard his firm tone. He took two steps back, but he still held the folding stool in his hand tightly and prepared to rush up to help at any time.

Qin Yang walked forward with ease: "He Biao, is it not reliable for you to rely on these two guys?"

He Biao looked at Qin Yang's still calm face, and a little uneasiness rose in his heart. Is this guy even more difficult than he thought?

He Biao couldn't help but glared at Zhao Ping next to him, MD, who are you provoking to? Just cause trouble for me!

Zhao Ping was stunned by He Biao's glaring, and he was silent. He lowered his head and did not dare to say anything, but he felt more and more frightened, because he knew that if Qin Yang settled the two sword hands, he would be dealing with him next!

The two knife hands looked at each other, then rushed up at the same time, and two watermelon knives slashed Qin Yang left and right.

Everyone's hearts were raised high at this moment, and He Tianfeng and others' hearts were all raised to their throats. This is a real knife. Although it is a watermelon knife, it will be a death if it hits the key!

Everyone's eyes were gathered on Qin Yang, and then they saw Qin Yang take a step forward, then stretched out their hands at the same time, grabbed the wrists of the two holding the knife, twisted them hard, and then... there was no more.

Because the two sword hands have already fallen down!

Two watermelon knives fell to the ground with a clang. The two of them hugged their arms tightly and collapsed on the ground, their eyes full of horror!

They can never see such fast and accurate fighting movements in movies. They are gorgeous and beautiful, and amazingly powerful, but now they have seen them with their own eyes, but it’s a pity that they are the target of being displayed.

Qin Yang seemed to have done something insignificant, glanced at the two sword hands on the ground, raised his eyes, stared at He Biao, and said lightly: "Do you have any support?"

He Biao's forehead is already sweating. Does he have any support?

No!

He is just a gangster. Can he still take out his gun at this time?

With He Biao like this, Zhao Ping's face was even more ashamed, and his eyes were filled with despair.

It's over!

This guy is so cruel!

All seven or eight thugs were beaten down by him alone. Even the two sword hands that He Biaoyi had on his left and right arm were destroyed by one move, and now they became like cartilage worms.

Who is this person’s origin?
Chapter completed!