It snowed heavily for three days in a row, and Song Huazhang was almost bored at home, he himself was an idle master, and being trapped at home and reading books honestly for three days had made him very irritable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Wen ^ Book Library] []. [774] [buy]. [ ] (Book House (7764))

I finally caught an opportunity today, and the snow was much smaller, so I quietly slipped out and gathered four or five good friends to have a snowball fight, and I met Wei Yifan as soon as I walked to the entrance of the village.

Several other children were also stunned, they were also present when Song Huazhang beat Wei Yifan three days ago, knowing that the fight was not light, when they wanted to come, they didn't have a ten-day and half-month break to get up, they didn't expect that it was only three days later, and Wei Yifan appeared in front of them like no one else, it was incredible.

Although Wei Yifan looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, because of the hardships of life, his psychological age is much more mature than that of a normal child.

At this moment, seeing Song Huazhang and them coming over, although he hated to go up and beat him violently, he also understood that he was not his opponent, and more things were better than less, so he lowered his head and pretended not to see it and walked towards the tavern.

"Stop, did I let you go?"

Song Huazhang blocked in front of Wei Yifan step by step, looking him up and down with contempt, trying to find the mark on him that he had left him three days ago.

However, he was disappointed, Wei Yifan did not have any scars on his body, although he was still a little dirty, but there were no bruises.

Wei Yifan frowned, staring at Song Huazhang intently, since his body changed, he found that he seemed to have inexhaustible strength all over his body, and in the face of Song Huazhang's provocation, there seemed to be a fighting intent burning in his chest, and the blood in his body seemed to be slowly boiling.

"Young Master Song, please get out of the way, I still have something to do."

Wei Yifan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the battle intent in his heart, he knew very well that no one in Linshan Town could compete with the Song family, let alone him, a powerless little beggar.

"Yo! What can you do as a little beggar? The master is in a good mood today, give the gourd in your hand to the young master to play with, and I'll let you go? Otherwise, Young Master Ben won't mind beating you up again. ”

Song Huazhang was young after all, and when he was beaten lightly before, Wei Yifan would recover in a few days, and he didn't take it seriously, but fell in love with the shiny wine gourd in his hand.

Of course, the fourteen-five-year-old boy doesn't drink, he just looks fun, in his simple thinking, as long as he likes it, it is his own, from childhood to adulthood, as long as he wants it, there is almost nothing he can't get.

Under this kind of thinking, Song Huazhang didn't think about anything else at all, and as he spoke, he reached out and snatched it from Wei Yifan's hand, and used the golden wire in the martial arts as if he was taunting.

Because the family is the richest man in Linshan Town, there are also some evil slave martial artists in the family, and his son Song Qingshan instilled in him the thinking that fist is the last word when he was very young, so Song Huazhang also followed the martial artist at home to learn a few kung fu of the three-legged cat.

These kung fu are naturally far from those of real martial artists, and he knows that they are not as good as those children who are older than him, but among his peers, knowing kung fu is already a great thing.

"Song Huazhang, don't go too far, I'm a beggar, yes, but I also have dignity."

Wei Yifan was angry and slammed upward, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively flashed, dodged Song Huazhang's grasp, and said in a deep voice.

"Dignity? How much is dignity worth? What dignity do you have as a stinky begging for food? Today I will fight you until you lose your dignity. ”

Song Huazhang was not caught, and he was immediately annoyed and angry, his move was a relatively proud martial art, even the evil slaves in the family couldn't dodge, but he was dodged by Wei Yifan, which made him not believe it.

As he spoke, Song Huazhang raised his fist and smashed it in Wei Yifan's face, and several rich children who came over laughed and watched the excitement on the side, and some even grabbed the snow on the ground and smashed it into a snowball at Wei Yifan.

Wei Yifan was often beaten by them, and it was inevitable that he would leave a shadow in his heart, seeing Song Huazhang's fist smashing, he instinctively retreated and dodged, but unexpectedly he was hit by several other bear children's snowballs, one of which fell in the collar of his neck, and he shivered from the cold.

Hahaha......

Looking at Wei Yifan's embarrassed appearance, those bear children suddenly leaned forward and backwards with joy, thinking that this was much more fun than their own snowball fights.

Song Huazhang missed the blow, and immediately chased after him, and a series of stormy attacks fell on Wei Yifan's body, don't look fat, but his skills are very sharp.

Wei Yifan blocked left and right, but there were still a few attacks that landed on his body, but it didn't hurt, as if Song Huazhang didn't use any force at all.

However, it is not his character to always be beaten passively, the blood in Wei Yifan's body gradually couldn't be suppressed, and his high fighting spirit was about to break through the Nine Heavens.

"Ah......h

Wei Yifan let out a long roar, no longer retreated, and began to fight back, although he didn't have any subtle moves, but he recognized a truth, one force will drop ten, I don't care how many punches you punch me, I only punch you is enough.

With the determination to break the cauldron and sink the boat, Wei Yifan didn't pay any attention to Song Huazhang's punches and kicks that fell on him, and smashed into the opponent's chest with a punch.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wei Yifan's fist made intimate contact with Song Huazhang's chest, directly beating him back three or four steps in a row, and squatting with a thud.

Quiet, deathly still.

No one expected that the little beggar, who had always been humiliated and beaten by them for fun, would turn over today and beat Song Huazhang to the bottom, which was as unbelievable as a fantasy for them.

The most unacceptable thing was Song Huazhang, he couldn't have imagined that Wei Yifan, who had always been regarded by him as an ant, would actually beat himself, but the pain in his chest told him that all this was true.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, it can't be!" Song Huazhang struggled to get up from the ground, his face was red and white, and he screamed hysterically.

"What are you guys doing in a daze? Together, we must beat this little beggar to death today. ”

Different from Song Huazhang's hysteria, Wei Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, for so many years, he has always been beaten and bullied, and today he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly found that since he was beaten by his master, his body seemed to have become much stronger than before, and every move seemed to have a rapid flow of heat in his body, and it was this heat flow that gave him incredible strength.

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