Five minutes later, fifteen of the white-haired younger brothers had been severely injured and withdrew from the battle, and many of them had blue noses and swollen faces after being beaten, but they still carried forward the spirit of being slightly injured and could not get out of the line of fire, and continued to engage in an activity with Meng Fan that in Meng Fan's opinion could only be regarded as a small pot friend.

"Bai Mao, you go and invite the teacher over to class, and I'll let you go." Meng Fan kicked a nameless little brother who struggled to stand up and let him lie down again.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant, I'm the boss of this class." Bai Mao said to Meng Fan in a cold sweat all over his body.

"I know, isn't the boss the head of the first class? It's normal to ask you to go! The boss should do more things, don't always let the younger brother go, after all, the younger brother is always the younger brother, and it is unlikely that he will completely consider it for you. Meng Fan moved his muscles a little just now, and his mood began to improve.

"What kind of truth is this? I'm dignified too! Bai Mao was instantly full of anger, forgetting Meng Fan's skills for a while, and roared loudly at Meng Fan.

"Oh, isn't it? Then why are you so arrogant? Meng Fan pretended to be puzzled and continued to stimulate Bai Mao's fragile nerves.

The green tendons on the white hair's head burst out suddenly, and his face suddenly became very hideous, looking like he was facing the enemy who killed his father, although the strength of the enemy who killed his father was not at the same level as himself.

"Bai Mao, why is your face so red, your blood is surging, you are caused by watching too many bad movies and television, young people must have self-control, don't think that you have no moderation when you are young, you will know that you are wrong when you are old, young people nowadays really don't know how to protect their bodies......" Then Meng Fan gave them fifteen minutes of youth ideological education. And the white-haired ones didn't dare to make the first move because of Meng Fan's strong fighting ability, so they had to listen to Meng Fan's remarks.

"Ahh I can't stand it anymore. I want your life. An unknown short man with dyed yellow hair picked up a chair and rushed towards Meng Fan with a sad and angry face.

"Well, it's very imposing, but ・・・・・・" Meng Fan kicked him away indifferently. "I'm not in the mood to go on, and you don't seem to like what I'm saying. Forget it, let's get rid of you guys quickly. ”

"Nima, I'll shoot you to death!" Bai Mao picked up the chair next to him with one hand and slapped Meng Fan frantically.

Meng Fan didn't dodge, and he didn't use his hands to block Bai Mao's full swing, and the white haired chair directly hit Meng Fan's head, to be precise, it should be Tianling Gai who was hit hard.

But......

Bai Mao looked straight at the chair protruding from his hand, then looked at Meng Fan's head like a fool, and suddenly stammered at Meng Fan and said, "You...... You...... You are...... Surpass...... Surpass...... Warrior?! ”

"Oh, we're not so exaggerated, super martial artists are the goal of ordinary people's lives, and we are not at that realm......" Meng Fan showed an expression of cat and mouse, and there was a kind of banter that wanted to scare Bai Mao to death.

Super martial artist is the name of a group of people who will pass down some ancient martial arts from ancient times, some of them open their physical potential to be comparable to the United Nations generals, although there are only fourteen people who can reach the strength of the general level in this civilization, and those fourteen people have already become ancient, and the current super martial artists no longer have the earth-shattering strength of the ancient group of ghosts, but they are also a group of people who are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The source of the super martial artist is not the same as the mutant, the ability of the mutant is basically born with a completely genetic problem, and the super martial artist is a group of ordinary people with great perseverance and great wisdom who experience difficulties that ordinary people can't experience, and they have paid the terrifying efforts of ordinary people to get a group of people who belong to the strength of the self-improvement, and the person who can get the title of super martial artist at least has the strength of the major general.

Super martial artists are not necessarily mutants, but mutants must be super martial artists, of course, this situation is assumed that those mutants can exercise their bodies on their own and explore the natural potential belonging to human beings, even the most rubbish mutant abilities will have a certain strengthening of the human body, and these people can become super martial artists with a much greater chance than ordinary people.

In the eyes of ordinary people, there is not much difference between super martial artists and ordinary martial artists, and most ordinary people refer to all martial artists as super martial artists, so Bai Mao regards Meng Fan as a super martial artist.

If Meng Fan doesn't use his own "strength", his strength definitely doesn't have the strength of a major general, so Meng Fan is not worthy of the name of a super martial artist.

Meng Fan watched Bai Mao step back step by step, without the slightest shame of bullying the weak, he directly rushed to Bai Mao, knocked Bai Mao down with one kick, and then picked him up with his foot and chopped him off with a knife......

Of course, there was nothing wrong with Bai Mao, Meng Fan just shattered the semi-protective armor on Bai Mao's body, and Bai Mao himself did not suffer any damage because of this hand knife.

Bai Mao's consciousness began to blur, and he recalled all his experiences in the short past ten years bit by bit, recalled seeing his parents' angry looks, and repented, "I turned out to be such a scumbag person...... Bai Mao slowly passed out.

The others saw that Meng Fan's not very fast movements clearly saw that Meng Fan killed Bai Mao with a light hand knife, and in their eyes, the kind of light military armor on Bai Mao's body was easily shattered by Meng Fan, and even the armor was shattered, not to mention Bai Mao's flesh and blood.

A group of people were taken aback by Meng Fan's fierce performance, and then everyone collapsed instantly, and a group of people scrambled around like headless flies.

"Hey, hey, I've controlled my strength very well, and I won't hurt this guy at all, this guy just scares himself out." Meng Fan held his head and looked at the people in front of him quite helplessly, and patiently explained to them Bai Mao's current situation.

The others were a little skeptical for a while, but when they saw Meng Fan standing next to the only open door, Bai Mao's safety suddenly became less important, in fact, now in the eyes of the younger brothers, Bai Mao's life and death are no longer important, after all, there is only one life, if it is gone, it will be gone, hey! What kind of arcade machine do you think this is, Contra or something, you can borrow it even after you die?

Meng Fan looked at each other with two eyes and dozens of eyes of more than a dozen people, obviously those dozens of eyes were at a disadvantage, dozens of eyes were dodgy, even an ordinary person with an IQ of more than eighty knew the fear revealed by those dozens of eyes.

Meng Fan lifted Bai Mao and slapped Bai Mao's face three times, and suddenly Bai Mao's face tended to the shape of a pig's head, but Bai Mao was woken up by pain.

"It hurts! What does it feel like? Is this what death feels like? Bai Mao slowly came back to his senses, and finally felt the difference on his face.

The others saw that Meng Fan woke up with a slap on the dead white hair, and the momentum suddenly came up without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and also revealed a sense of swearing to defend the dignity of the boss, but in Meng Fan's eyes, these were a group of neurotic attacks who did not know whether they were alive or dead, and they needed to be sent to the hospital for two injections.

After another fifteen minutes, Meng Fan was the only one standing in the class of fifty people, and the others were all lying down.

"Alas, you see, Bai Mao, if you had gone to call the teacher earlier, there wouldn't have been so many wounded, and now you have to bring the injuries to find someone, so it's not good, people who don't know still think that I beat you, and I'm not embarrassed." Meng Fan said with a sigh. And Bai Mao finally woke up from the half-conscious and half-comatose process, he only saw that Meng Fan beat so many people in an instant like an adult bully.

I don't know what's going on today, Meng Fan's words are a lot more than usual. Meng Fan gave another speech that lasted for half an hour in front of all the wounded.

"Big brother, please stop talking about it, we really know it's wrong." Bai Mao was about to be collapsed by Meng Fan, he had never seen someone give a lecture to others by knocking others down first, and then carrying out language bombardment, this is not a falling stone, so what is a falling stone.

"Oops, hey, I'm not your big brother, don't scream."

"Big brother, you are my own brother." Bai Mao looked in pain, and it was impossible for anyone to ignore such a talent. If it is changed to ancient times, others can't defend the city, as long as he is allowed to go to that station, and then use his earth-shattering mouth cannon, it is estimated that everyone in the city, including those seventy or eighty-year-old masters, will come out to fight with him, and they will also add an aura of hatred and anger.

"The procedures for recognizing the eldest brother are quite complicated, so I have to find a temple, burn two pillars of incense, and then kowtow twice, this is complete." Meng Fan continued to start his nonsense bombardment again.

"No, no, no, no, you're my boss." Bai Mao was already sweating profusely, and an aura that might be told to death by the person in front of him after listening to it emanated from Bai Mao's body.

"When I was my little brother, you weren't qualified enough. Alas, forget it, you better go and call the teacher to class first. Meng Fan ordered to Bai Mao with an expression that you were completely unqualified.

As soon as Bai Mao heard that he could leave this hell, he immediately fled without hesitation.

"If you dare to skip class, I will hang you at the school gate next time, hang you for a week, and dry it into bacon."

Bai Mao's body trembled obviously, obviously thinking of the situation when he was sunburned into bacon.

A few minutes later, the white fur came back out of breath.

"Big brother, I didn't find the teacher, I didn't find any of them."

"Bai Mao, what did you do before?"

"Boss, it's not what we did, it's what the whole school did."

"What's your name, White Hair? My name is Meng Fan. Meng Fan scratched his head a little puzzled. What did the whole school do? ”

"Boss Meng, my name is Zhao An." Zhao An seemed to be brewing the answer to Meng Fan's question just now, "This school is no longer saved." ”