The two brothers and sisters of Song Liu grew up day by day, and Ye Fan began to be sensible, but he still couldn't forget the scene of Song Hua packing sandbags with one punch.

The sandbag, to say the least, weighed more than 300 catties, but it was pierced by a punch, which left a great psychological shock in Ye Fan's childhood.

And even if Song Liu fought with others at school, when he called his parents to come, Song Hua's height of nearly two meters shocked everyone.

One day, Ye Fan was beaten in the kindergarten and his nose and face were swollen, and he didn't dare to go home, so he could only go to Song Hua.

In the courtyard, Ye Fan covered his blue nose and swollen face, stood in front of Song Hua at a loss, and whispered, "Uncle Song, I want to practice boxing with you." ”

Song Hua was stunned, Ye Fan peeked at him practicing boxing, this is known, but Ye Fan himself also wants to practice boxing, which is a bit fun.

He stood up, Ye Fan's height of less than one meter was trembling slightly, the huge shadow covered his body, and his head was pressed by a big hand, as if he was about to be pinched and exploded at any time.

"Xiao Yezi, why do you want to practice boxing?" Song Hua said angrily, he was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and flip-flops.

He had already thought of the scene where Ye Fan became a strong man like Pang Bo, originally Ye Fan was handsome, but because of his boxing, he had a lot of muscles.

"Because. I want to be like Uncle Song, punching through the sandbag to shock everyone, so that people will no longer dare to bully me. Ye Fan waved his immature fist, and the bruises on his face were still clearly visible.

He also discovered that his physique was different from ordinary people, even more terrifying and powerful than his peers, and if he hadn't been beaten up in kindergarten, no one would have beaten him.

"By the way, Uncle Song, are you the kind of underground black boxing king on TV?" Ye Fan's eyes looked at Song Hua expectantly.

But Song Hua only shook his head and said, "Just these mortals? ”

Ye Fan still wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Song Hua and said, "Okay, if you want to practice boxing, come every day after school." ”

"Oh" Ye Fan carried a pink schoolbag on his back, his steps were getting faster and faster, and when he walked out of the gate, he was so happy that he wanted to jump up.

In the next time, Song Hua taught Ye Fan to box, and at the same time used seven wolves to whip Ye Fan, making Ye Fan scream.

In the courtyard, Song Liu just calmly watched Ye Fan practice boxing, because no matter how much he practiced, he couldn't beat him.

His physique is also the same as Ye Fan, among his peers, no one can match his strength and reaction.

But he still likes to study ancient books.

Pang Bo was also enthusiastic when he watched it from the sidelines, and he also joined the training, and he was an output to the sandbag.

Bang bang bang.

In the courtyard, there are several bamboo poles, hanging sandbags, and there are also bayonets underneath, and on top of the bayonets is a green bamboo to exercise balance.

As for Song Ling, she was in the room, lying in Liu Shen's arms, quietly watching the old TV.

In the era of the zero years, it was not as prosperous as in later generations, and on the street, even a bowl of noodles was two cents.

The TV is also the kind of pot lid.

Song Liu was lying under a peach tree, holding a history book in his hand, seeing it with relish, and muttering to himself: "Brother Zheng has opened the era of great unification, so how many kinds of treasures should there be in his grave?" ”

"And it is mentioned many times in the book that there were qi refiners in the pre-Qin era, is it true that there were supernatural powers in ancient times, in this case, if I dig their graves, can I also get their supernatural powers?"

He didn't know why, he was born interested in this kind of thing, he secretly glanced at his father, and found that he was still serious about Ye Fan's boxing skills.

Song Liu secretly swore in his heart that when he was older, he would definitely patronize the footsteps of his predecessors.

As time passed, a few little kids grew up day by day, and Pombo moved away, but he also came to play often.

After Ye Fan went to junior high school, Song Hua took Ye Fan to fight black boxing.

It can be said that he had a very happy childhood, with the hospitality of seven wolves and cruel training, but more often after training, he was able to eat ice cubes and watch TV at Song Hua's house.

Toys that other people don't have, toys that they don't have, everything is here.

In the underground boxing arena, Ye Fan is now fifteen years old, his height has also come to more than one meter six, and his body is slender.

He was wearing little shorts, running into the iron cage naked, his body was full of muscles, and he looked at it.

The skin is bronzed, full of violence, the six-pack abs are like marble, the palm of the hand is slightly clenched, and the arms are covered with green tendons like dragons.

It was his first time in the underground boxing ring.

It was a huge ring, and it was still stained with blood, and there was an iron cage in the ring, as if it were holding a prisoner.

Outside the ring, there were steps, and the steps were full of people, rich or noble, all with their partners in their arms, gambling.

After everyone saw Ye Fan on stage, they were also incredulous, some people ridiculed, and some people praised Ye Fan's muscles.

When Ye Fan got into the ring, he was opposite a two-meter-tall giant, one meter six, and against a two-meter-tall giant, there was no chance of winning at all.

But Ye Fan was extremely calm, because the giant on the opposite side was not as scary as Uncle Song, nor did he have the same sense of oppression as Uncle Song.

"Dangdang Dang"

The referee rattled the bell and announced the start of the game.

The two-meter-tall giant on the opposite side directly stretched out his big hand, ran towards Ye Fan, and grabbed it directly.

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, and the whole person was like a leopard ready to attack, his body was slightly bent, and the muscles of his whole body bulged out visibly with the naked eye.

"Okay, we can see that the posture of the invincible iron fist is very similar to that of a leopard, he may have to defend, but the Shura killer on the opposite side is a veritable killer king, so can this young man withstand two punches?"

Not far away, there is also a commentary.

Song Hua took his son to watch Ye Fan's battle, and Song Liu was also eager to try.

"Attacked, Shura's huge hand can smash the head of the invincible iron fist with one punch, oh my God, the invincible iron fist dodged, he wants to fight back!"

Ye Fan signed up with the title of Invincible Iron Fist, he was only fifteen years old, so naturally it was impossible to think that this title would be embarrassing in the future.

I saw him turn sideways, dodge the huge fist, and his right hand was accumulated, and smashed towards the giant's waist, and his blood was vibrating.

"Bang!"

The two-meter-tall giant actually retreated backwards in an instant, with an extremely painful look on his face, and blood even spilled from the corners of his mouth.

He couldn't imagine that Ye Fan's small body could actually knock himself back in an instant, and even he felt his internal organs vibrating.

"Okay, the invincible iron fist used the first punch method in the universe to beat Shura to the business KTV in Southeast Asia!"

The narrator's commentary is outrageous and makes everyone laugh, because this is the fun thing about the narrator, often a flat A can make them blow to the sky.

"Shura counterattacked, he was like a tiger descending the mountain, and he used a Siberian tiger to pinch and explode Xiao Xingxing, wanting to catch the invincible iron fist!"

"It's not good, his attack was dodged again, and the invincible iron fist used the Whirlwind Supreme Gyro Leg Method, but unfortunately, this kick didn't hit Shura, and Shura may have been shocked back a few light years away by the storm of the attack."

"Invincible Iron Fist looks immature, although he looks like a little kid in junior high school, but the strength in his body cannot be underestimated, in a fight without rules, can he save his life?"

Everyone was listening quietly, only the narrator chattered, as if there was no end to the words.

Song Liu was dumbfounded, and the tomb robbery book in his hand fell to the ground in an instant, and stammered: "I, Nima, can I still explain it like this?" ”

What Ye Fan smashed the battleship in the South Pacific with one punch, and what invincible iron fist flew Shura with one kick and crashed into the Pillar of Creation.

More than twenty minutes later, Ye Fan dodged the slow-moving opponent, went around to the opponent's side in an instant, raised a huge fist, and roared in his mouth: "This punch contains fifteen years of skill, what are you going to block?!" ”

"Bang!"

When the fist hit the waist of the two-meter-tall big man, the big man's pupils dilated instantly, and finally fell to the ground, spitting out a large amount of blood in his mouth, a crack broke in the corner of his eye, and the blood secretly came out.

"Okay, the invincible iron fist used the final blow and successfully sent Shura to the eighteen-city hell!"

"I declare that the invincible iron fist wins!"

"Maybe he's as strong as his name, his fists are welded with steel bars, so it hurts to smash people."

The narrator didn't forget to tease him.

When it was over, Song Hua went to pick up Ye Fan, because there were many people who took a fancy to Ye Fan's talent and wanted him to become a thug, but when they saw that Song Hua was more fierce than Shura, they dispelled this idea.

As the days passed, Ye Fan studied during the day, practiced boxing at noon, and went to fight black boxing at night, and his combat experience and physical fitness continued to rise.

(End of chapter)