"Damn it, I dare to hurt my brother. I'm really looking for death. I'll beat me to death!"

The poor painter was knocked down in one round, and a group of hooligans surrounded the painter and began to punch and kick the painter. His actions were so fierce that it made people feel heartbroken. The drunken painter who rolled to the ground just instinctively covered his head, curled up into an important place to protect his body, and was kicked and kicked by a group of people.

"I'm dizzy..."

Chen Ran was awake at a moment of half of his alcoholic drink. Seeing that his good friend who had been chatting with before was beaten up, he stood up in anger and quickly gave himself a "disease cure technique" to accelerate the circulation of fluids, steamed the alcohol, and swung his sleeves to skillfully return to himself all the state he could. Then he rushed away with a small stool.

"call!"

The strong wind whistled, and the bench was whistling with a howling sound of breaking through the air. The yellow-haired who was the most aggressive was hit hard and fell down softly.

Chen Ran joined the battle group neatly and entered the chaos with his fists.

Although there are many gangsters, they all have actual combat power. Although Chen Ran is just a priest with no combat skills, he is not a vegetarian when dealing with these guys. He is fist-to-fist when dealing with these little people. With his outstanding performance on the turtle punch, several people were beaten to death by his small bench, which was extremely powerful for a while.

The fight brothers, Chen Ran joined, and the fists and feet of a group of people began to focus on the fire. The pressure from the painter relaxed. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was obviously aroused by the beaten-up group. He picked up a fallen iron stick and helped Chen Ran from behind. The two began to fight with a team of more than a dozen people.

As a full-time pastor, Chen Ran took advantage of the chaos to give the painter some practical combat states. The painter's move became even more ruthless. The two men began to fight back with a fierce force, and gradually pulled the situation back with a ruthless force. Although both sides used unreliable turtle punches and feet, it was obvious that none of the people fighting in this group were Jianjiazi, but it made people excited. Even the boss of the barbecue stall was stunned.

The mysterious woman was still sitting upright in her original position, unable to see any expression, but she just lowered her head and shook her head, as if she was speechless.

"Go to die!"

Chen Ran kicked the green-haired gangster who was leading the last standing to the ground, and the painter on the side kicked the green-haired little brother mercilessly, causing the green-haired screams. Then, the painter shook his messy hair and gasped: "I dare to beat me up, I live impatiently. I will pick you guys like you guys."

Although the painter's words were given, he was not easy to live. He had many fists and feet before, and his face was even a little bruised and swollen, and he couldn't open one of his eyes.

The green hair rolled to the ground still shouted unyieldingly: "Stupid brat, don't run away if you have any. I'll ask someone to come over and won't kill you!"

Chen Ran directly added a stool, which made Green Hair wail again, "Damn, such a group of guys can't beat us two, you still have the face to call us." After that, he added another kick.

Looking at the guy who fell to the ground and even beat two away, Chen Ran felt a little refreshing for a long time. It seemed that he hadn't fought like he is now in a long time. Did you say he has experienced many life and death moments? Please, that's a fight, and it has nothing to do with fighting. Just fight for one.

The painter also threw the iron stick in his hand to the ground. He smiled gratefully to Chen Ran, who was assisting the frame, and stretched out his fist and touched each other: "Brother, thank you, it's such a good time to hit him for the first time. What's the situation just now?"

"A little trick, if I'm really that powerful, I don't have to take so many punches, oh..."

Chen Ran also received several punches during the previous chaos in the eyes. Fortunately, he was a priest, and healing skills were almost healed most of the time. At the same time, he also gave the painter a healing technique, and his panda eyes couldn't help but return to their original state.

"Uh... I thought this injury would take a few days to rest..." The painter felt that he had recovered from his original state, and was not even at all injured, and said in surprise: "The sacred magic is so magical. You really can't hide it."

"A little trick, I didn't expect you to know the sacred magic..." Chen Ran said in surprise.

"Of course!" The painter smiled strangely and leaned against Chen Ran's ear and whispered: "I will go for a walk in the City of Holy Light sooner or later. I really hope to put the nude paintings of the Saint of the Saint Zhang Saint in my collection. It will definitely feel great!"

"Well, brother, you are really ambitious. I hope the Pope won't cut your head and kick it as a ball..." Chen Ran didn't care either. It was probably a joke. After all, he was not a real Holy Cult.

At this moment, a messy footsteps suddenly came from a distance, and it seemed that a large number of people were rushing towards this side.

Chen Ran couldn't help but turn around and saw another group of gangsters coming, with different shapes and a large number of them, with more than 40 people. The one who led the way was the two minions who were beaten away by Chen Ran before. It turned out that they were really looking for reinforcements. Among the guys who came this time, there seemed to be several martial artists. It was absolutely impossible to deal with Chen Ran and the painter alone...

"That's those two," the minion leading the way pointed at Chen Ran and the other two not far away. The strong man with tattoos in the team leader was nearly 1.8 meters tall and gave him a vicious look from a distance. There is no need to say more about the situation.

"I think there are too many thieves, so we should retreat first..."

Realizing the tension of the situation, Chen Ran was ready to escape at any time, feeling that he would stay with the green mountains and not be afraid of losing firewood.

Chen Ran remembers that it seems that this land is under the jurisdiction of Löw. If these gangsters dare to make trouble on Tai Sui, they probably are impatient to live.

He is essentially the kind of guy who holds grudges. He just needs to summon people and show them a good look. As for now...

A hero does not suffer the immediate loss. Thirty-six strategies are the best way to leave!

The painter is not the kind of person who doesn't understand the situation. He probably doesn't even plan to ask for the easel that was thrown aside. He and Chen Ran nodded at each other and were just waiting to leave...

But at this time, the mysterious woman wrapped in a cloak walked quietly to the two of them and turned her head.

"I'll pay back the love for this meal."

A cold sentence, no emotion.

Facing the gangster team of more than 50 people, she took a light step, and abundant sacred power flashed in her hands, turning into a pair of wings, one bent her legs, accumulated enough strength, and a sudden acceleration...

A stream of light shone through the dark night. A mysterious woman's sprint rushed directly to the center of the crowd. She stood firm and took a light step and swung gently, bursting out all her energy in an instant.

"Tianlun·Dance of Liaoluo!"

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Chapter completed!