At this time, the fat man had not yet come, Mu Fan appeared in Chanison's office again, Chanison's eyes were red, and the first thing he said when he saw Mu Fan was, "Jelf has just been sent away!" ”

Mu Fan quietly listened to Chanison's narration, Young Master Wen was obviously in a bad mood today, he came very early, and then notified the martial arts hall to let the strongest person pass, Gelf, who was not lightly injured yesterday, went, and then in less than half an hour, Gerf was sent out of the martial arts hall!!

"Smack!" Chanison slapped it on the table fiercely, staring at Mu Fan with red eyes: "Young Master Wen is angry now, Jeelf is seriously injured and appears, and now Young Master Wen wants another person from the martial arts hall!" ”

If no one can make it to the top, I won't end well, and none of you will end well! Chanison roared in his heart.

"Boy, your opportunity has come, I can't say that you are very lucky, and now the opportunity to be able to do what you want is in front of you, to go or not to go?"

Mu Fan's head tilted slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an unpredictable smile, at this time, he also had a fire in his heart to release, and said to Chanison word by word: "Go, why don't you go?" ”

Chanison didn't see the slightest fear on the young boy's face, only the confidence and the unparalleled composure in his eyes.

Calming down, the middle-aged steward who was like a trapped beast was fighting at this moment said to Mu Fan in a solemn tone: "I just need you to hold on this time!" Young Master Wen is angry and it's easy to say anything, Young Master Wen can't be angry, no one can say it, you, understand!? By the end, Channison's face contorted.

"I know it's Young Master Wen, although he's very powerful, but I don't fight back, I'm just a sparring partner, right?" Mu Fan's eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile: "As for Young Master Harry, you can rest assured, I have already told him in advance, if he comes, remember to say hello to him." ”

"However, as you said, only go once, after all, Young Master Harry also has a limit to tolerance." Mu Fan "kindly" reminded the martial arts hall manager in front of him a word.

"Go, Room 1 on the third floor!" Chanison picked up his cigar and sucked hard.

Mu Fan's face quickly turned pale when he walked out of the door, and he walked towards Room 1 of Building 3 with an expressionless face, walking back the same way, with a different mood.

"Drop, identify, sparring partner - Mu Fan, please wait." Mu Fan pressed the communication bell.

"Heh, it's finally sandbag again, the martial arts hall is very efficient, it won't be another waste, tsk, come in" A gloomy tone came from the interlocutor, full of mockery.

The corners of Mu Fan's mouth twitched, and when he walked into the room, he saw a **** young man with his upper body kicking the wooden stake apart, and when he heard Mu Fan enter, he squinted sideways.

About twenty years old, taller than Mu Fan, well-proportioned and strong, with a gloomy expression on his face at the moment, that gaze revealed contempt, like looking at a livestock to be slaughtered.

This is Young Master Wen! The only son of the second councillor of Luojiaxing - Wen Zheming!

"Anyone really dares to find it for me, Chanison is good, hehe" Putting away one leg, Wen Zheming stretched his muscles and bones, and hooked his hand at Mu Fan.

"Come on, don't worry, I can't kill anyone, but it's up to you whether you can hold back or not." There was a bloodlust in his eyes, which was about to brutalize his opponent with his fists and feet. Excited!

"Hello, Young Master Wen." Mu Fan did not react as Wen Zheming imagined, there was no trace of fear on his face, and there was even a smile in his eyes.

Wen Zheming hated this feeling of being beyond his control, and even more hated self-righteous people, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the kid in front of him who was thinner than himself.

As if he didn't see Young Master Wen's expression, Mu Fan continued to look at himself and said: "Young Master Wen, I am the sparring partner of the Starfall Martial Arts Pavilion, and I was temporarily deployed by Mr. Channison to be your sparring partner, and I can only spar once, I hope you can have a good time practicing in the Xingluo Martial Arts Pavilion." ”

Wen Zheming walked over step by step, looked down at Mu Fan, and said coldly, "I hate self-righteousness the most, so I will shoot very hard, if you hold on for less than an hour, I will be very angry." ”

"Hello Young Master Wen, what if I hold out for an hour?" Mu Fan's faint smile made Wen Zheming's eyes more and more gloomy.

"That's what you need to mention, but if you can't last an hour......"

"Then I'll die." Mu Fan said this with a smile and patted the target on his hand.

"Then you're going to die!" Wen Zheming's eyes instantly became crazy, and a swift straight punch rushed to the opponent's heart!

The smile on Mu Fan's face disappeared, and his right arm was raised at the same time.

Bang! The fist slammed into the target, dissipating invisibly.

Both looked up at each other at the same time!

Mu Fan didn't take half a step back, even his left hand was still hanging down at his side, and the fist target in his right hand was firmly blocked in front of him.

"Heh, there are two brushes!" Wen Zheming licked his lips, a strong lamb is more accomplished when slaughtered, but a lamb is a lamb after all.

There was another bloodthirsty in his eyes, his fist was withdrawn, and then the muscles of his upper arm were raised, and Wen Zheming's right fist hooked straight into Mu Fan's temple.

Mu Fan's head shook slightly when he punched, which didn't attract Wen Zheming's attention, but for some reason, his head didn't continue to dodge, but stopped moving slightly, and his right hand moved to his temple faster than Wen Zheming, and his left hand held his right hand steadily.

Bang! Hit the target again, Mu Fan's body still didn't move! The strength is fifty percent more than Mankun's punch.

600KG of punch power, blocked again!

Is this seemingly crushing bug asserting itself in this way? Didn't you see what happened to that stupid big guy before? A bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face again, and Wen Zheming continued to work harder.

700KG！ Wen Zheming just wants to vent! Last night, he was reprimanded by Lao Tzu, who was a councilor, and he was unhappy in his heart, he wanted to use force on the daughter of a lower-level councillor in the No. 22 urban district, and the councilor actually made a phone call to his backer, and as a result, he provoked his own Lao Tzu.

There is nowhere to vent the evil fire in my heart at this time!

What are you here for? For the sake of a woman, she dared to provoke her own Lao Tzu, so that her rare good mood was destroyed.

How dare you refuse me, stinky!

And these low-level creatures in your urban area, watch me beat you one by one and you knelt under my legs and begged for mercy, ahahahaha!

This kid in front of me, a garbage sparring partner, dares to provoke me, do you really think you can get out alive? Wen Zheming looked like crazy, and one punch was faster than another.

Mu Fan was blindly beaten, and his body did not remain standing still, but took a step back to form a body support. The target in his hand appeared accurately on the route of Wen Zheming's attack, blocking the deadly attack.

Garbage, this can't hold it, thinking of Mu Fan's faint smile before, Wen Zheming felt a fire in his heart, a sparring partner in a martial arts hall is also qualified to make conditions with me, what are you!

Let the people in the circle know that I made a bet with a sparring partner? It's a joke.

Arm power!

The fist wind hunted and hunted, Wen Zheming made a move to attack the key points, his eyes, his ribs, and his heart, he didn't use all his strength, he wanted to cripple the person in front of him little by little, which was much worse than the previous two combined, and then trampled to death in his desperate eyes. Hahahaha......

The fists struck out from all kinds of tricky and weird angles, and Wen Zheming was even more excited when he saw Mu Fan take a step back.

Can't bear it?? There are two brushes that can block so many strokes, but ...... Rubbish, you pour it down for me!

A punch of twelve-level strength, and an instantaneous fist force of more than 1150KG poured into the fist along the arm, and Wen Zheming's face brought a cruel smile.

"Bang!" The sound of a huge and heavy blow sounded, Mu Fan lowered his head, and his right arm was instantly horizontal in front of him.

The rocks pierce the air, and the waves crash on the shore!

Mu Fan's eyes were awe-inspiring!

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