The iron gate of this gate is large, a full three meters wide.

Behind the big iron gate, on the left and right, there were four people standing on each side, a total of eight people.

Eight people stood in a row, and then stood in three rows, a total of twenty-four people.

And finally, there was a bunch of people half-surrounded.

Although, the people who guarded the first level were ordinary students.

But after all, there are one or twenty people, and the strength of the people is great, and the combined strength is more than 2,000 catties.

On the roof of the old teaching building, there are Oujiazhuang, as well as A, B, C, D, and Tianxuan Liuba.

Although Ye Nantian and Chen Beixuan were not the ones who stabbed the horse, they also got involved, wanting to take the opportunity to teach Lin Fan a lesson.

Hong Shoujia, who was still wrapped in a strap, looked downstairs and said, "This Lin Fan, can you push open this iron door and pass the first level?"

Ding Ba Chen Xiaoding also looked downstairs and said:

"Push open that iron door?

Those of us who practice martial arts know that when we become martial artists, our strength will be doubled, twice as big as ordinary people, about two or three hundred catties.

A high-level martial artist has a skill and his strength remains the same.

Even if he, Lin Fan, has become a master of internal strength, and the internal strength is derived from his body, his strength has only grown to three hundred to five hundred catties.

The group of classmates guarding the door had more than 20 of them, and the combined strength reached more than 2,000 catties.

Call the physical education teacher to calculate, you can calculate it,

Unless several of us work together to push it, we can push it away.

This Lin Fan couldn't open this big iron gate at all. ”

Bingba He also said: "That's it." This Lin Fan is so dragged, I think he will lose. Think about how you'll punish him later. ”

Yiba Li Dayi said: "Then let him kneel and learn to bark and climb around the playground." ”

Ding Ba Chen Xiaoding said: "Why is he so cheap, beat him up first and ...... first"

Between the words, Lin Fan had already begun to break through.

He tentatively pushed the big iron door.

Motionless!

Lin Fan couldn't help but sneer, and slammed his fist towards the big iron gate.

The sound of the bump......

Fight bull boxing across the mountain!

Lin Fan used one of the many martial arts and slammed his fist towards the big iron door.

His punch passed through the big iron gate and hit the four people behind the iron gate.

The four of them fell backwards in a row like rice dominoes.

Fighting cattle across the mountains, the thicker the separation, the heavier the beating, and the last person, like a cannonball, flew out.

One punch was followed by another punch.

The herds lined up behind the large iron gate are poured out in rows like wheat waiting to be harvested.

The group of people who were originally standing neatly behind the big iron gate like an army suddenly fell behind the iron gate.

Lin Fan immediately retracted his fists and began to push the iron door, easily pushing open a crack.

However, the group behind the big iron gate resisted stubbornly.

They immediately got up and pushed the door, and behind them there was an endless stream of people coming to guard the door.

There were dozens of people, and they were like stacked arhats, using their bodies to block this big iron gate, and they didn't let Lin Fan go further.

Lin Fan only felt a burst of resistance, and the big iron door closed again.

However, this was enough to make the onlookers feel frightened.

What kind of martial arts is this Lin Fan using, so weird and powerful?

The six tyrants on the old teaching building were at ease.

The plum in front of the small blackboard jumped even more in shock:

Ma Dan, almost about to eat chalk.

But--

When Lin Fan saw the big iron gate and closed it again, he couldn't help but lose his patience.

If martial arts can't work, then use supernatural powers!

The double strike of the Qilin Divine Arm!

Push--

Lin Fan faced the heavy big iron door, and with the blessing of the Qilin Divine Arm, he pushed it violently!

At the same time, Da Zhuang live broadcast room.

Da Zhuang shouted at the camera:

"What just happened? Through my vantage point, I just seemed to see it

Lin Fan punched out, and the iron gate was fine, so he blasted a row of classmates behind the iron gate away.

Could it be that this is the same as Ou Shao's 'ghost dance steps', a martial arts stunt?

However, this stunt doesn't seem to be able to open this iron door......

If I attack in another way, I will push the door......

What the?

Oh, my God!

O earth!

The big iron door looked like it was about to be pushed open...... Really pushed away......"

Originally, Lin Fan was a master of internal strength, and his strength went to more than 500 catties.

With the blessing of the unicorn divine arm, ten times the blessing, it reached more than 5,000 catties.

5,000 catties, more than 2,000 catties.

The physical education teacher knew that the iron door was pushed open like this.

The twenty or thirty boys piled up behind the iron gate, and even more boys came, couldn't stop it.

It's as if the bottom shell has moved, and no matter how many people come, they can't stop it.

The big iron door was pushed open like this, and it was pushed open directly.

The boy who was the first to see Lin Fan couldn't help but feel a burst of horror, and directly forgot to exert himself.

The other onlookers were also shocked when they saw this:

This......

Is this still human?

There are twenty or thirty boys, and each boy has more than 100 pounds.

This Lin Fan actually pushed open this big iron gate, it was tantamount to twenty or thirty boys standing on the big iron gate, and Lin Fan lifted them up at once.

Over there, Da Zhuang was still live broadcasting, shouting at the camera:

"Pushed open, the big iron door was pushed open.

Dozens of boys, no matter how you stop it, you can't stop it!

Awesome,

It's too.

In ancient times, there was an overlord who lifted a thousand catties, and now there is Lin Fan who tops a two-thousand-pound door!

I'm like Popeye eating spinach!

Terrifying!

It's terrifying!"

"The boss is mighty!

Chen Sixin was so excited that he jumped up directly, and replied to Yan Wen: "Slut, have you seen my boss's majestic posture?

Yan Wen was dumbfounded, looked at her coldly, and didn't speak!

In his heart, he cursed Lin Fan and Chen Sixin all over again.

After Da Zhuang was excited for a while, he turned to Li Zicai and said, "This classmate, now that I have passed the first level and knocked on the door, I just heard that you are going to eat chalk, please!"

When Li Zicai saw Lin Fan, he pushed the big iron door open, and the whole person was stunned like half a piece of wood.

How can one person be so vigorous?

At this moment, he realized that he still underestimated the power of the martial artist.

I found that the classmates around me were staring at me with bad intentions.

Li Zicai had no choice but to admit it, picked up a piece of chalk, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it angrily.

At this time, Lin Fan came to the second level.

Asked!

Although the text is so literal, the rules are very simple and crude.

From the first floor of the old dining hall building, through the staircase passage, to the dining hall on the second floor.

Because you have to go through a staircase passage, it's just a matter of asking.

But bring down a large group of people in the middle.

And this time, there are one or two hundred people from the Thorn Horse Martial Arts Society, guarding here.

People are piled up with people, and as far as the eye can see, they are densely packed, like a pile of ants, and all they see are human heads.

They are all shouting, fierce, cheering, and ready to fight for the honor of the society!

Even a large part of the people copied the guys, iron pipes and wooden sticks, etc.

Among this group of people, there are dozens of half-warriors.

That is, the usual fights are very powerful, which is equivalent to the existence of a small class bully like Zhang Daxiong.