Fan Tian slowly turned his head and looked at the fat man who was in charge of cleaning. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoHe's only about fifteen years old.

He has a very ordinary fat face, simply put, a fat head, fat ears, small eyes, a round chin and thick cheeks. He was a little taller than Fan Tian, and his whole person looked stocky, like a round hill. Pan Yue saw that Fan Tian was just a lonely person, and the path in the back mountain was rarely walked, and at this time, only this angry fat man and Xiao Suo's Fan Tian were left on the road.

That fat man's name is Pan Yue, he only entered the Donglin Sect four years ago, and this year's test results are only four and a half days, and he is a little bit away from becoming an official disciple. This means that Pan Yue has to sweep the streets for another four years, which makes Pan Yue feel very depressed. Just as he was looking for someone to vent his anger, Fan Tian happened to appear in front of him, and Pan Yue also had a good reason to teach Fan Tian a lesson.

Pan Yue glared angrily at his small door-like eyes, pointed to the dead leaves that were lifted by the wind, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "You waste. Look at the good things you've done. ”

"I'm sorry. Fan Tian took a deep breath, then lowered his head slightly, and then hurriedly apologized.

Pan Yuehao unceremoniously grabbed Fan Tian's neckline, and then pulled Fan Tian in front of him, a pair of small eyes glared like a dragon's eye core, revealing a fierce gaze, looking at Fan Tian with raised eyebrows, and shouted loudly: "I swept it for a long time to sweep it clean." ”

Fan Tian was in a very low mood, "I'll help you sweep it up." ”

A cold light flashed in Pan Yue's eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of deterrence, he saw that Fan Tian was so obedient, so he clenched his fists, and then said inch by inch: "You have to sweep all this street clean." ”

Fan Tian couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, straightened his body, and then argued with reason: "You have gone too far, and I am not alone in knocking over your basket, it is already fair and reasonable for me to help you sweep up these fallen leaves." ”

Pan Yue collapsed his face, gritted his teeth, and the strength in his hand increased by another point, staring at his little eyes so much that they almost fell out, and then said loudly: "If you don't sweep today, I will beat you." ”

There is a limit to human patience to be provoked so unreasonably, Fan Tian is anger rose from his heart to his guts, clenched his fists, stared at his eyes, and then raised his voice and said loudly: "I think you are trying to find fault today." ”

Pan Yue's face was hideous, and he said loudly to Fan Tian in a vicious tone: "What about finding faults? You seem to be still a formal disciple, don't blame me, a registered disciple, for being disrespectful!"

"Why are you!" As soon as Fan Tian's words fell, Pan Yue had already hit Fan Tian in the cheek with a heavy punch.

Fan Tian suddenly felt that his eyes were full of gold stars, and he fell to the ground.

Pan Yue raised his fleshy fist and said viciously arrogantly: "With this." ”

Fan Tian's face was already bruised and swollen, he gritted his teeth, and a stubborn and angry gaze flashed in his eyes.

Four years ago, Fan Tian's cultivation was stronger than Pan Yue at this time, but now he is really bullied by dogs in Pingyang.

This mediocre disciple who cultivated the four heavens and a half of the Qi Realm was bullying himself unscrupulously.

Fan Tian's previous grades were all high, he couldn't understand the mentality of those children at the bottom, once they had the opportunity to retaliate, they would vent all the depression in their hearts.

Especially when insulting those geniuses who had far surpassed them, Pan Yue's suppression over the years completely exploded.

Fan Tian clenched his fists and wanted to use spells, but as soon as he moved, he felt that the dantian was empty, and there was no trace of true qi, so he had to look at Pan Yue helplessly.

"What's the matter, you useless rice worm still want to rebel against Uncle Ben. Pan Yue raised his eyebrows and stared at Fan Tian, he was already full of horizontal flesh, but now he looked even more hideous: "Come today, as long as you can withstand my twenty punches, you can go directly." ”

"Useless rice worm, who are you calling?" Although Fan Tian's skills were useless, he still did not lose his IQ, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth, and said stubbornly.

This Pan Yue didn't think much about it, so he opened his fat lips directly with a big grin, and shouted loudly to Fan Tian: "The useless rice worm called you." ”

"Haha! You're self-aware. Fan Tian moved his gaze to Pan Yue's protruding little belly, and then smiled.

Only then did Pan Yue know that the corners of his mouth were unfavorable, and he had been surrounded by Fan Tian.

"Look at the fight. Call you hard-mouthed. Pan Yue swung a heavy punch at Fan Tian's nose, and Fan Tian only heard that the fist blade tore through the air, bringing a strong wind to attack him.

He was trying to dodge, but it was too late.

With a bang, Pan Yue's fist had already fallen on Fan Tian's nose, and Fan Tian's nose suddenly bloomed. The blood water immediately stained the corners of Fan Tian's middle mouth and other places.

"I'm going to punch you in the face fatter than I am. Pan Yue shouted angrily, and a punch came at Fan Tian. Fan Tian hurriedly raised his hand to block Pan Yue's fat fist.

After Pan Yue threw a few punches on the top road, a low whip leg swept towards Fan Tian's knee on the bottom road.

"Bang!", Fan Tian fell to the ground.

Pan Yue made a move "Seven Stars Straddle Tiger" and sat on Fan Tian's body at once. This Pan Yue used at least more than one hundred and sixty catties, and this weight was so heavy that Fan Tian couldn't breathe.

Pan Yue played really well.

He was originally a low cultivator, and he was ugly, and he was usually bullied.

Now he pressed Fan Tian, who was once high above, under him, and suddenly there was a feeling that the salted fish was turning over, he gathered all his resentment into his fist, and smashed it towards Fan Tian's head with a fierce punch.

Fan Tian gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and protected his head, but Pan Yue's fat fist falling from above smashed unceremoniously on Fan Tian's forearm like falling stones.

The intense pain made Fan Tian only feel that his forearm had begun to go numb, and he almost didn't feel it.

Pan Yue was in an extremely comfortable mood, and while opening his bow left and right, he picked up his fists, kept beating Fan Tian, and said loudly: "You waste, get up and teach me a dog bark to my uncle, and I will let you go." ”

Fan Tian despised this fat man a hundred times in his heart, and taking advantage of the gap in Pan Yue's blow, Fan Tian smacked a mouthful of saliva at the base of his tongue, and then snorted and sprayed it on Pan Yue's face.

Pan Yue's eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, looked at Fan Tian viciously, and then wiped the saliva on his face with his sleeve, and threatened loudly with a hideous face: "You are looking for death!"