Chapter 446: Wang Fan's Master

The man clasped his hands together, asked all the way, and came to the door of the office without hurrying, and at this time Zhang Yi and his party were still playing cards, and they were playing love and killing each other.

"Nima! What bad cards, all ten! Wang Fan pinched the cards and said scoldingly.

"Are you dealing a thousand cards?" Wang Fan took out a pack of cigarettes from his body, lit one by himself, and asked.

"Alas...... Bad luck! After Wang Fan spit out a puff of cigarette, he held the cigarette in one hand, stepped on the chair with one foot, and complained while holding the card.

At this time, Wang Fan was alive and well, like a ruffian.

At this time, the monk with a hungry face and a thin and weak face stood at the door of the office at some point, looking at everything in the office with joy or sadness.

In the next second, the monk spoke, and faintly spit out the word "apprentice".

The word monk floated into the office, and everyone looked at it.

Zhang Yi: "Enh!?"

Yan Bo: "En!?"

Mr. Liu: "Enh!?"

Wang Fan:Σ( ° △ °|||) ︴

Just when Zhang Yi and the three of them were wondering, they saw Wang Fan quickly throw away the card, spit out the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, stretched out his foot to extinguish it, and did not forget to push the cigarette on the table in front of Zhang Yi.

When Zhang Yizheng was curious about why Wang Fan did this, he saw Wang Fan clasping his palms together and shouting the word "Master" solemnly.

This time it was Zhang Yi's turn and the three of them were surprised.

Yan Bo: (*゚ロ゚)!!

Mr. Liu: !! ∑(°Д°ノ)ノ

ZHANG Yi: Σ(っ °Д °; )っ

Before, Zhang Yi and his entourage thought that Wang Fan's master should at least be a muscular man or something, because Wang Fan played physical arts.

But who would have thought that Wang Fan's master would be this thin and weak, with no two taels of flesh on his body.

This is mainly because Wang Fan usually doesn't talk much about his own master, and on the other hand, Wang Fan's master is too low-key.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi understood, for Mao Wangfan would be like this, dare to throw the black pot on me!

The monk smiled slightly, glanced at Wang Fan, and walked into the office with his feet raised as if he was fine.

At this time, Wang Fan made a strong look and signaled Zhang Yi and his party to quickly move the shellfish table.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi and his entourage immediately understood, threw the cards in their hands, and the three of them moved the table away with the table.

"In vain! How's it going? The old monk said to Wang Fan with a smile.

"It's fine! OK! Wang Fan responded with a smirk.

"During this time, have you studied hard and practiced hard?" The old monk asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Yi nodded wildly and replied vigorously.

"Alright, let's have a fight!" The old monk said lightly.

Wang Fan:( ́⊙ω⊙')

As soon as Wang Fan heard this, he was directly circled.

At this time, Zhang Yi and his party came out after carrying the table, and they just heard what the old monk said.

"Come, as long as you can make me take a step back, it will show that you are qualified!" The old monk still said lightly.

"Master, this is not good! After all, it's someone's storefront. Wang Fan said squirmished.

"Oh~~~ That's right!" The old monk nodded and said.

Just when Wang Fan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the old monk turned around and bowed to Mr. Liu and said, "Can I ask Master Liu if you can allow me to have a discussion with my apprentice?"

When Wang Fan heard this, he gave Mr. Liu a strong look, signaling him not to agree.

But Mr. Liu simply ignored Wang Fan's eyes and responded directly.

"It's okay, use it!" Mr. Liu waved his hand and said boldly.

Just kidding, how can Mr. Liu not watch such a master-apprentice fight.

Wang Fan: (╯°Д°)╯

"I'm F......" Wang Fan was about to say some indecent words to Mr. Liu, when he felt his master's burning gaze, swallowed the words behind him stiffly, and spit out "Buddha compassion!" "Three words.

Zhang Yi patted Yan Bo on the side and said, "Brother Fan, he seems to be working very hard!"

"Sure enough, it's a wolf! can actually change the word alive! Yan Bo said admiringly.

"Wolf extermination!?" Zhang Yi opened his mouth and asked, "What is that?"

"The wolf is not only three points more than the ruthless, but also horizontal!" Yan Bo explained.

"Don't gossip, hurry up and record it with your mobile phone!" Mr. Liu took out his mobile phone, scratched out the video, and aimed it at Wang Fan and the old monk.

Wang Fan: (งǒ dish ǒ) ง⁼³₌₃

"Come on!" The old monk stood there with his hands folded like a pine tree, motionless as a mountain.

Wang Fan had already figured out that his master was just abusing himself with the excuse of learning.

At this point, Wang Fan didn't bother anymore, his hands hung down, and he put on a posture of preparation for attack, confronting his master.

In the next second, Wang Fan rushed up, approached the old monk's side with a dodge, and hit the old monk's chin from the bottom up.

The old monk stood there lightly, without the slightest intention of hiding.

With a "bang", the office made a muffled sound, and I saw Wang Fan gritting his teeth and trembling.

And Wang Fan's fist did not hit the old monk's body, and when he was about to approach the old monk's chin, he was picked up by the old monk with one hand.

"A little bit of progress!" The old monk said lightly.

When the words fell, the old monk pinched Wang Fan's fist with one hand and pressed it down.

"Hmm... Uh~~" Wang Fan's forehead was swollen, and his body began to bow a little as his fist was pressed.

"Ah!!!!h Wang Fan roared angrily and shouted loudly: "Battle Buddha Body-Cheng!" Open! ”

When the words fell, wisps of golden light flashed on Wang Fan's body, and his fist pushed back little by little, but the speed of pushing back was very slow.

"Yes!" The old monk nodded and said, "The Battle Buddha Body is not negligent and abandoned......

"Ahhh!!h Wang Fan shouted, and took advantage of the old monk's nonsense to punch the old monk's lower abdomen.

With a "ding" sound, the old monk's body made the sound of gold and iron intersecting.

"Shhh Wang Fan gasped, his face changed, and he withdrew his hand in pain.

"Gritted your teeth and held back!" The old monk didn't care about Wang Fan's punch to his abdomen, but just said with an expressionless face.

Wang Fan's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "Wait a minute......"

As soon as Wang Fan spit out two words, the old monk's hand that grabbed Wang Fan's fist lifted upwards and lifted Wang Fan into the air. In the next moment, the old monk couldn't help but say more, and he held Wang Fan and smashed it directly and mercilessly on the ground.

With a "boom", the cement floor under Wang Fan instantly cracked a little, not only that, but the office shook obviously, and Zhang Yi and his party could feel the ground under their feet tremble a few times.

It seemed that the old monk was smashing with all his strength, and he didn't treat Wang Fan as his own apprentice at all.