Liang Wenshu still has the expression that he doesn't care about himself, but who knows the turbulent waves in his heart.

After school, everyone left the school quietly, there was no noise and noise in the past, Wu Qian and Liang Wenshu were left in the private school, Wu Qian knew that they were all waiting for him outside at this time.

"What are you going to do?" Liang Wenshu walked over and asked.

"Hasn't it always been like this?" Wu Qian said casually, Wu Qian didn't know that he couldn't show the kind of respect that Liang Wenshu should have for the teacher, anyway, Liang Wenshu didn't care.

Liang Wenshu looked at Wu Qian with deep meaning, there seemed to be disdain, pity, and regret in his eyes, but Wu Qian kept his head buried and didn't notice the expression on Liang Wenshu's face at this moment.

"Don't let them fight, fight back!" Liang Wenshu dropped this sentence and left directly.

Wu Qian glanced up at Liang Wenshu, and said softly, "It's not you who was beaten!" After speaking, he also turned around and left.

As soon as I got out of the school, I saw a group of people outside, and I heard that Wu Qian dared to move Fan Yi or Er's women, and even those who only studied martial arts and didn't study rushed over to join in the fun.

Seeing Wu Qian come out, the crowd immediately began to be restless, and all kinds of voices came to Wu Qian's ears.

"This poor barehead is still studying in a private school, and he is really a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. ”

"Today, he actually dared to beat someone, we must teach him a good lesson, let him know how many pounds and taels he has. ”

"He's going to die today, if Brother Fan can't bear to do it, I'll clean him up for him. ”

In this world, the weak have no right to speak, so Wu Qian looked at this group of people who had no morals and shame with indifferent eyes.

Fan Yier took a step forward and said arrogantly: "The woman who dares to touch Lao Tzu, if Lao Tzu doesn't abolish you today, Lao Tzu won't believe Fan!"

"I've heard a long time ago that you want to change your surname to Ding, and abolishing me is just an excuse for you. Wu Qian also said sarcastically.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but laugh quietly, Fan Yier turned his head and glared at him viciously, and the man quickly shut up.

"Boy, get over your mouth," he said, waving his fist.

Wu Qian subconsciously held his head with both hands, and Fan Yier's fists hit Wu Qian's body like a cannon, and the last one fell and threw Wu Qian to the ground.

The crowd burst into cheers, and Fan Yier was like a winning rooster, holding his head high and turning around the venue, high-five everyone to celebrate.

At this time, Yu Chunjiao walked up again, with a look of disdain, looked at Wu Qian for a while, and spit out a mouthful of water on Wu Qian's body.

Whoever stimulates Wu Qian, Wu Qian can bear it, but Yu Chunjiao can't, Wu Qian stood up Teng, grabbed Yu Chunjiao's clothes, started work left and right, snapped, and three slaps hit Yu Chunjiao's face, Yu Chunjiao's face immediately swollen like a steamed bun.

Wu Qian's sudden actions seemed to make Yu Chunjiao stupid, no one expected Wu Qian to dare to fight back, looking at Wu Qian dumbfounded, the audience was also silent, after a while, Yu Chunjiao came to her senses, turned around and cried at Fan Yier: "Brother Fan, he beat me!" and then ran towards Fan Yier crying.

Fan Yier was in heat at this moment, his face was flushed, and he yelled at Wu Qian: "Lao Tzu killed you today!" and rushed towards Wu Qian again.

"Lao Tzu is fighting with you too!" Wu Qian didn't want to test that bullshit destiny at the moment, and died early and was reincarnated.

Pay attention, Wu Qian stood up straight, closed his breath and stared, his eyes staring at Fan Yier's every move, and in a moment, Fan Yier had already rushed to him, punching the door.

Every muscle in Wu Qian's body was in a state of tension, and suddenly, Wu Qian felt a familiar chill spread all over his body, and the scene in front of him was blurred in Wu Qian's eyes, and the only thing he could see clearly was Fan Yier's every move......

Fan Yier's fist was no more than an inch away from the tip of Wu Qian's nose, but a thought flashed in Wu Qian's mind: Why is Fan Yier's movements so slow?

Wu Qian took a step to the side, and watched Fan Yier's fist slide past his face, during which Wu Qian also looked at Fan Yier's face, looked at his face full of fat, and his mouth that had eaten, and thought to himself: That woman won't be disgusted when she sees this face?

Fan Yi'er threw a punch into the air, almost knocking himself down, Fan Yi'er stabilized his body, and threw himself at Wu Qian with a fist.

Seeing Fan Yier's fist slowly rushing towards him, Wu Qian frowned, how could such a slow fist hit someone. Wu Qian turned his body to the side again, then looked at Fan Yier's feet and stretched out his feet. This time, Fan Yier was not only pounced, but also mixed with a dog eating.

After suffering losses twice in a row, Fan Yier felt that something was wrong, and after standing up, he didn't immediately pounce again, but looked at Wu Qian. Wu Qian also found that he was different from usual, and when he was resting and concentrating, the things around him seemed to freeze, and he was so slow that he was dying.

"You can fight back!" Thinking of the last sentence Liang Wenshu told him, Wu Qian seemed to understand something, it seemed that the ointment that Liang Wenshu gave him and the method of breathing and breathing were not just as simple as healing. As soon as he thought of this, Wu Qian was overjoyed, raised his head and looked at Fan Yier with confidence, this look made Fan Yier even more furious, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

Wu Qian smiled at Fan Yier and said, "If you don't do it, I'll do it." After speaking, he rushed towards Fan Yier, and also punched straight to the front door, Fan Yier raised his hands to protect his face, Wu Qian smiled slightly, closed his fist, squatted, bowed his waist, and punched Fan Yier's stomach......

Everyone stared at this incredible scene with wide eyes, Wu Qian, a poor boy who had never learned martial arts, could beat Fan Yier, who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, and Fan Yier also looked at Wu Qian's fist with wide eyes.

After a moment, Wu Qian's eyes widened and he looked at his fist......

Wu Qian's punch hit Fan Yier's fat belly, and Fan Yier had no other reaction except for two tremors in his flesh.

Fan Yier also understood that Wu Qian's kid didn't have any strength at all, so he immediately relieved himself, and the people around him were also relieved, this poor boy was still the poor boy in their minds.

"You beat me, come, keep beating me, use all your strength to feed!" Fan Yier lost no time in mocking.

Wu Qian also secretly complained in his heart, didn't this Liang Wenshu pit himself, only give me a horse, and ask me to charge into battle if he didn't give me a sword, didn't he tell me to die?

Fan Yier laughed at Wu Qian, and at the same time came to Wu Qian's side, and attacked with his fists from time to time, although they were all dodged by Wu Qian one by one, but the two of them were also an undefeated situation.