The daredevils in Fang Jiaming's eyes are none other than Chen Bin's roommate Yi Weisheng.

He folded his clothes, picked up his brown paper bag and hurried out the door—he was in a hurry to hand in the materials for applying for the bursary, which was very important to him and his family, so that although there were still weeks before the deadline for the application, he did not want to delay for a moment, pinching the afternoon office hours, as if he was rushing to catch some dead line.

So much so that Fang Jiaming suddenly rushed out of the bubble tea shop, he didn't see it at all, and he couldn't dodge.

The two fell on their backs, and Fang Jiaming bounced up, pointing at Yi Weisheng's nose and scolding.

Yi Weisheng turned a deaf ear at all, and there was only one thing in his eyes and mind: a document bag containing application materials. One of the glasses of lemon juice fell right on the file bag, and the juice flowed out continuously, and the yellow-brown brown paper was blurred in an instant.

His head buzzed, and he pounced on the file bag and pulled it out, getting up and kicking the hateful glass of lemonade out of sight. He quickly untied the rope of the seal, and was about to check whether the information was in good condition, when suddenly his eyes went black, and a heavy punch hit the bridge of his nose. All he heard was a click, and the splatters of blood flew into his sight, and before he could digest the pain of the broken bridge of his nose, he was kicked in the abdomen.

The kick was heavy and ruthless, and he immediately flew upside down for several meters, the document bag came out of his hand, and the application materials flew all over the sky.

"Stinky pen!"

Fang Jiaming's face was blue. This four-eyed boy not only spilled his cold drink to please his sister, but also dared to kick the lemon juice away in front of him, if he could endure this evil breath, he would not be called Fang Jiaming!

The paper fell, he picked up a copy, picked it up and looked at it, it was a poverty certificate opened by Yangkou Village

"Oh, it turned out to be a poor bastard!"

He sneered, and he never showed mercy to the poor. He stared at Yi Weisheng, who was covering his abdomen and humming, and defiantly tore the paper from it, folded it, tore it again, and folded it again—

Yi Wei jumped up like crazy.

The two scuffled.

In terms of element closeness, Yi Weisheng is a step ahead of Fang Jiaming, but in terms of physique, Yi Weisheng, who lacks targeted training, is far inferior, let alone fighting skills, which is purely a new term for Yi Weisheng. After three or two moves, he was dropped to the ground again.

This time, Fang Jiaming didn't give him a chance to get up, and kicked Yi Weisheng in the abdomen.

There were more and more onlookers, he glanced at the crowd, and saw that Ning Shuxin and her roommate were also in the crowd, and Li Xiulan's expression at this time did not seem to be very pleasant.

He chuckled inwardly. A poor man like Yi Weisheng, who has no background, no strength and no eyes, can only get out of his evil anger when he is half dead, but in front of Li Xiulan, he still hopes to leave a good impression of magnanimity, so he retracted his feet and threw the poverty certificate that had long been torn to pieces on Yi Weisheng's head.

He frowned and patted his lemon-soaked shirt, the juice evaporated, but the sugar remained, sticky and lemony, causing a nameless anger in his heart.

He immediately took a deep breath and endured it, saying, "The next time you hit someone, you can quickly apologize as a fuck, kick me in a drink, and do it with me?

He seemed to be saying this to Yi Weisheng, but in fact, he was explaining the ins and outs to the chattering crowd, trying to pull public opinion to his favor.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard this, the voice that originally accused Fang Jiaming began to change direction.

"So he caused trouble?"

"If you don't have enough ability, you dare to stir up trouble, you deserve it!"

Yi Weisheng groaned in pain, and he picked up a piece of detritum, on which was the corner of the red seal—it was the seal of the village government, and even if it was only a corner, he recognized it at a glance.

He felt the sky darken and his head buzzing. If he can't apply for a bursary, he doesn't know how to explain to his parents, who are eagerly waiting for money? No, he can't say it.

Countless sneers and sneers were like substance, poking from his back all the way to his heart, leaving him breathless.

, all, obviously he hit me, obviously it was his hand that made the first move, how can you reverse right and wrong and distort black and white!?

He put his hand in his pocket, and inside, there was a small lighter. He rarely uses elemental power, but carries fire with him, which is the first rule that everyone who is good at fire elementals follows.

He slowly knelt to his feet, then stood up tremblingly, the bridge of his broken nose hurting sharply, and blood flowed from his face. His glasses were already shattered on the side of the road, and the corners of his eyes were swollen so high that he couldn't see the madness burning in his eyes.

"I—I'm going to kill you!"

He smirked and turned off the lighter, and the gushing tongue of fire instantly engulfed Fang Jiaming!

"Holy!"

The crowd subconsciously dispersed, although the elemental power of everyone present was not weak, and even the elemental closeness of many people was still above Yi Weisheng, but at this moment, no one rushed forward to act bravely.

Ning Shuxin exclaimed in surprise, pulled Li Xiulan and stepped back.

Li Xiulan hesitated slightly, but she immediately sensed that the aura in the tongue of fire did not decrease but increased, followed by a sudden drop in temperature that she was all too familiar with.

"Heh, is it actually the main water system? Although it is weaker, it should not be life-threatening. ”

Thinking like this, her body followed Ning Shuxin and stepped back.

Fang Jiaming rolled out of the flames with a sideways roll. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the moment Yi Weisheng turned on the lighter, he immediately condensed water vapor, although he failed to condense the ice wall, but the low temperature still effectively offset part of the lethality of the flames.

He rolled out in embarrassment, and before he could stand firm, the tongue of fire immediately followed.

"!"

He was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to take a sharp edge in his hurry, so he had to dodge again.

Yi Weisheng then breathed fire—he couldn't do anything other than breathe fire; Fang Jiaming dodged one after another—with his elemental closeness, he couldn't find a chance to fight back.

The people who eat melons were startled at first when they saw Yi Weisheng take out the lighter, but after watching it for a while, they found that the level of the two was not high, so they put their minds at ease, and some people even took out their mobile phones to record the video, as if they were watching a wonderful acrobatic performance.

"What, I thought there was a good show to watch, but it turned out that rookies pecked each other!"

"It's slippery, this fight is like walking a dog, real Kiel is boring!"

When these words reached Fang Jiaming's ears, he was so angry that he smoked, and he swept his eyes at the person who complained, thinking about finding someone to smash his mouth in the future!

He dodged a tongue of fire again, and then raised his eyebrows, and the temperature and diameter of the flame dropped significantly, which indicated that the opponent's physical strength had decreased significantly!

He rushed to Yi Weisheng!

Yi Weisheng hurriedly breathed fire, but in the panic, this tongue of fire was not only not strong enough, but even lost his head.

Fang Jiaming avoided it with a short body, his footsteps did not stop, and in a blink of an eye, he rushed to Yi Weisheng, twisted his arm and made a low sweep at the same time, and knocked Yi Weisheng to the ground for the third time!