In the past few days, under Song Xinyi's careful care, Zhuang Bufan has gradually recovered his body.

Early in the morning, on the open field, Zhuang Bufan waved his fists and feet, and was strengthening his body.

He has recovered from his sick and weak body.

Of course, it is more because Zhuang Bufan has extraordinary roots and bones that can cause him to recover so quickly.

Otherwise, such a major operation would have to stay in bed for ten days and half a month.

After completing a set of martial arts tricks, Zhuang Bufan exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, digesting all the depression of the past few days.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhuang Bufan smiled, the only smile he had shown in months.

There was no way, the previous ones were like a roller coaster, almost knocking him down.

However, this time, Zhuang Bufan believes that his strength will not disappear.

If the force is gone, it can be repaired again. As long as people are okay, there will always be hope.

Zhuang Bufan clenched his fists, full of energy.

"Hey, you're the waste Zhuang Bufan who has lived in the gate of the Song family in the past few days, right?"

Unexpectedly, someone passed by and uttered harsh words.

"You, why do you say that?" Zhuang Bufan turned his head and looked at the young man in his twenties with a pockmarked face, and said with a frown.

He really didn't expect that even at this time, someone would not forget to mock him.

This pockmarked face is called Zheng An, and he came here to see Miss Song Xinyi.

He has the super strength of the martial disciple Eight Heavens, and he is ruthless with his iron hands, which is very powerful.

As an admirer of Miss Song Song Xinyi, I heard that someone lived in the Song family and was still a handsome young man, so I was a little unhappy.

He was already a little shabby, and at this time he could feel his anger even more.

But what about being angry? It's not as good as Zhuang Bufan.

That's why they spoke coldly to him.

Zheng Anke knew very well that this handsome young man was particularly fond of Song Xinyi, and Miss Song even went to his house to pick him up here.

This had to make Zheng An heartbroken, he loved Miss Song so much, but why couldn't he get a smile back?

Is it really so important for girls to be beautiful?

Zheng An shook his head, pointed at Zhuang Bufan and said, "Miss Song is my beloved, but you have taken her away, you waste, what qualifications do you have to have my lover." ”

If it weren't for the Song family, Zheng An probably wouldn't have said anything and would have punched Zhuang Bufan.

And Zhuang Bufan had a cold face and said coldly, "What are you talking about? Call me a waste, that's good, let's compare it once to see who is the real waste." ”

Zhuang Bufan's body has not fully recovered, but he was aroused by Zheng An's anger, regardless of the pain, and challenged Zheng An.

"Well, I can't ask for it. Zheng An squinted and sneered.

For him, this Zhuang Bufan was completely dying, and he dared to challenge him even though he was seriously injured.

I have long known that Zhuang Bufan has no force and is a mortal, so there is no need to worry about it at all.

He has the realm of the Eight Heavens of Martial Disciples, and he will be ruthless with an iron hand, who are he afraid of?

Invincible at the same level, it's not a joke, let alone a waste like Zhuang Bufan.

"Well, don't blame me for being rude. Zheng Ansheng was afraid that Zhuang Bufan would suddenly regret it and take the lead.

A pair of hands glowed, emitting a yellow halo, and grabbed Zhuang Bufan in one fell swoop.

You must know that his iron hands are ruthless, really ruthless, but whoever is caught by his hands must be caught.

The power is amazing.

Zhuang Bufan is not a reckless man, and in the face of such a strong trick, he must dodge.

He shook his head, grimaced at all, and summoned what little force he had left, and unleashed his unique shadowless legs.

Soon, this move was ruthlessly dodged.

In the face of these, Zheng An was a little surprised when he saw it, you must know that his speed is very fast, and he fights with a young man who has only gathered a little bit of force.

It should have been him who easily knocked Zhuang Bufan down and humiliated him fiercely.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Bufan's martial arts comprehension reached an extraordinary level.

Such amazing means made Zheng An put away his contempt.

"You're pretty good, and you're still able to dodge this martial art move of mine, but, for me, I'm serious, and you're going to be unlucky. ”

Zheng An Mazi chuckled lightly on his face, immediately took a pose, and continued to move forward.

Zhuang Bufan's face froze, his fists clenched, and he took out a small black sword from his cuff.

In the face of a martial artist like Zheng An, he must be treated solemnly, once he makes a mistake, it will really cost his life.

At this time, Zheng An grabbed Zhuang Bufan's shoulder directly with one hand, wanting to restrain Zhuang Bufan, and then punch Zhuang Bufan's stomach.

The idea is very good, but unfortunately Zhuang Bufan is not a wooden man, and he will let Zheng An catch him.

Like a fish, he constantly dodged Zheng An's fierce attacks again and again.

This time, he was ready to fight back, after all, blindly dodging was not the best after all.

Only attack is the best defense.

Zhuang Bufan's small sword stabbed directly into Zheng An's elbow.

Zheng An reacted and immediately prepared to jump away.

It's a pity that he reacted too slowly, and Zhuang Bufan caught this flaw, and immediately the small sword shifted its direction and stabbed into Zheng An's ribs.

This surprised Zheng An, covering his injured chest, and looked at Zhuang Bufan with a surprised expression, "How can you be so powerful?"

Zhuang Bufan laughed and said, "You're too weak......"

Zheng An was a little angry, looking at the blood that kept flowing from the wound, he let out a loud cry, ready to continue the attack.

He didn't expect to start a fight when he came here, so he didn't bring weapons, even if he knew, he thought of fighting Zhuang Bufan.

He felt that none of this was needed, after all, what was the threat to him from a waste.

But this time, Zheng An knew that the young man in front of him was not a waste.

He, just regained one percent of his force, has such a great strength, I have to say, strong.

While admiring, there is more depression in my heart.

You must know that he is a martial disciple of the Eight Heavens, and he is many times higher than Zhuang Bufan's martial arts realm.

Why is this guy's strength so strong, giving people the illusion that he has met a beast?

In addition, Zheng Anke has a ruthless trick with an iron hand, so he doesn't need to do it at this time, how can he do it?

"Ah, it's too much of a deception, see if I don't beat you all over the ground looking for teeth. Look at my tricks, the iron hand is ruthless. ”

This time, Zheng An's iron hand ruthlessly used the upper force, and the green light erupted in his hand, no longer yellow light.

Immediately afterward, the hand is attached to the wound, ready to heal.

That's right, this iron hand is ruthless and not only fights, but also heals wounds.

This is also the reason why Zheng An has repeatedly called the ruthlessness of the iron hand a trick.