"Bang. ”

Chen Fan clutched his chest, his face painful.

Pointing at Chen Xiaoer, he was speechless.

"Ding, the enemy is too strong, you have received a strong attack, experience plus one. ”

Only add one.

Isn't he a breakthrough third-rank martial artist? Why is his experience value still so low?

"Bang. ”

"Haha, Chen Fan, you never know the horror of the three-rank martial artist. ”

"Get on your knees. ”

"Bang bang. ”

Chen Fan was very excited when he saw the words popping up in his head.

"Ding, the enemy is too presumptuous, he dares to mock you and beat you, from the palace, you will be invincible, experience plus one. ”

"Ding, the little brother takes too much damage, can increase the length, whether it will increase or not. ”

"Ding, experience plus one. ”

"Ding,......。 ”

Wait, there's something in the middle.

Chen Fan thought that he had made a mistake, so he quickly clicked on it.

"Protagonist: Chen Fan

Constitution: 1.2

Power: 1.1

Speed: 0.2

Spirit: 0.3

Exercise: Iron Cloth Shirt (Beginner) +

Bajiquan (not started)+

Special note: The length of the penis (+), your penis is too short to look at, how can a man be incompetent, you have to become stronger.

Experience Points: 220. ”

Chen Fan was stunned, opened his pants, and glanced at his little brother.

Silently press the plus sign, below, grow up.

It's a millimeter longer, it's not an illusion.

"Smack. ”

Slap yourself in the face, and your face turned red.

That's right, it's true.

"Ding, it's impossible to increase your experience by slapping your face, don't waste your efforts, Zigong is a good choice, dear." ”

The plus sign is still there, and it can continue to be added.

Or, do it again.

Chen Fan didn't think about it, just ordered.

The hand slipped.

"Ding, the iron cloth shirt is upgraded, and it consumes a hundred experience. ”

"Ding, congratulations, breakthrough second-grade martial artist. ”

"Protagonist: Chen Fan

Constitution: 1.4

Power: 1.2

Speed: 0.3

Spirit: 0.4

Exercise: Iron Cloth Shirt (1st Layer)+

Bajiquan (not started)+

Experience points: 20. ”

The physique increases, the strength increases, all the things increase.

Second-grade martial artists, why do you feel good food?

"Give me some respect. ”

"Bang. ”

The furious Chen Xiaoer was despised.

There is a price to pay for despising me.

"The tiger descended the mountain. ”

"Roar. ”

"The black tiger digs out the heart. ”

"Shadowless feet. ”

"The dragon wags its tail. ”

Well, it's all ordinary kicking.

Chen Fan's body clanged, and the defense of the iron cloth shirt was really strong.

Pain?

No.

It's cool.

"Ding, experience plus one. ”

"Ding, experience plus one. ”

"Ding, experience plus one. ”

The experience points kept rising, and at this rate, Chen Fan would soon be able to lengthen his length.

Man, get longer.

Also thickened.

If you are not strong, you don't care.

"Whew. ”

Chen Xiaoer was tired, and he attacked continuously for a quarter of an hour, and his strength was exhausted.

He couldn't believe that Chen Fan could still stand.

It's like nobody.

He's laughing at himself.

"I ....... ”

After the storm, Chen Fan buttoned his ears.

Boredom dug out the earwax and blew it under the ring, just hitting an audience in the face.

He provoked: "Chen Xiaoer, you are not my opponent, go down." ”

"Hmph. ”

There is a gap between a second-grade martial artist and a third-grade martial artist.

"Bang. ”

"I don't believe you don't hurt. ”

"Bang bang bang. ”

Stand still.

Call you, whatever.

I don't resist.

It's so cool.

It's so comfortable.

XP brush up, continue.

Cultivation, you don't need it, just get beaten.

"Boom. ”

With a punch, Chen Xiaoer fell to the ground.

His face touched the ground, and pain hit his heart.

The nosebleed came out, and he touched his nose in confusion.

I was bleeding.

"I want your dog's life. ”

"Bang. ”

The Iron Cloth Shirt is activated, and the defensive attributes of the first layer of the Iron Cloth Shirt are so powerful that they are perverted.

The attack of the three-rank martial artist cannot break through the defense.

"Come again. ”

"Bang. ”

"No, it's my turn. ”

Chen Xiaoer's face turned dark, and he gritted his teeth and attacked: "Bang." ”

"I can't fall. ”

"I'm Chen Xiaoer, the genius of the Chen family. ”

"Fall for me. ”

"Bang. ”

One kick.

In the middle of Chen Xiaoer's face, poor him, nosebleeds sprayed.

Fell.

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "It's a pity, the third-grade martial artist is like this." ”

"Tsk, it's miserable. ”

looked at the melon-eating crowd below.

They bowed their heads one after another, not daring to look at Chen Fan.

The third-grade martial artists fell, and they, the second-rank martial artists, did not dare to go up.

"Is there anyone else?"

"Isn't there anyone in my Chen family who can fight?"

Silenced.

Everyone was afraid to say anything.

They glared at Chen Fan, and some of them couldn't help it.

"Chen Yuanfang, they're not here, don't be too arrogant, if they're there, where is there a place for you to speak. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

"Our Chen family geniuses are all out, you are just a fool, you have the ability to wait for them to come back and you will say this again. ”

"In a month's time, you'll definitely be cleaned up. ”

"Arrogant what. ”

Is there such a thing as Dabi in the clan?

Remembering for a moment, remembering.

In order to encourage the disciples in the clan to work hard to cultivate, the Chen family has a big competition in the clan every year.

Further apportionment of resources, the more the strong and the less the weak.

Strength is respected, and the weak eat the strong.

"Hmph, even if they are standing in front of me, I dare to say this, who else. ”

"Are you all rubbish? So many people don't dare to come up. ”

"I'll stand still and hit you. ”

"Bad seeds. ”

"None of them are men, garbage. ”

Good gas.

I really want to hit him.

Or, go up together.

No matter what, face or something, don't want it.

The menacing clansmen surrounded them and clenched their fists one by one.

They want to give Chen Fan a little color to see.

Chen Ling'er saw that the situation was not right, and wanted to stop the angry clansmen.

"Calm down, calm down, there's a ring up there, you can't go up. ”

"Have you forgotten the rules?"

The impulsive clansmen calmed down a little.

At this time, Chen Fan opened his mouth to mock: "Don't you dare to come up, right? Haha, garbage, let's cowardice." ”

"I think you are useless garbage, living in the world is a waste of food, and you don't even dare to come up and beat me. ”

"Huh. ”

The last one is fatal.

Chen Fan didn't want to be high-profile, but he wanted experience points.

For the sake of the little brother, for the happiness of the future, Lao Tzu fights.

Brother, you must repay me well in the future.

Chen Ling'er held her forehead, brother, I am helping you.

You.......

You.......

I don't care.

If you are beaten, you will be beaten, as long as you don't die, you can do it.

His father, Chen Gang, knew that he had to stop the big war from happening, and he couldn't let them trample on him.

"Ahem, it's all gone. ”

The clansmen hesitated and looked at the patriarch.

"I'll clean up this bastard, you're all going to break up. ”

The elders also chimed in: "It's all gone." ”

"What, you want to make trouble?"

One of the elders let out an imposing momentum, and the clansmen were stunned.

Unwilling to leave.

They took one last look at Chen Fan and remembered him fiercely.

Chen Fan raised his middle finger at their backs.

Rubbish.

Litter.

His father, Chen Gang, couldn't stand it, so he rushed up, and with a flying kick, Chen Fan flew out.