Wu Qian tentatively punched Fan Yier a few more times, and each punch used the strength of milk, Fan Yier still didn't feel pain, which made Fan Yier even more proud, he really thought that he was impregnable and invincible.

The people around him began to cheer for Fan Yier again, in their opinion, as long as Fan Yier could catch Wu Qian, Wu Qian would be finished, so Wu Qian would be beaten to the ground, it would be a matter of time.

Wu Qian also expected that he would have no chance to win, but if he continued to consume, Fan Yier would catch himself sooner or later.

It seems that there is only some means to be used!

Wu Qian looked around, and suddenly paid attention, only to see Wu Qian smile slightly, then jumped to the side, and broke a thin and long rattan from a thorn cage, Wu Qian tried the toughness of the rattan, nodded with satisfaction, and then smiled mysteriously at Fan Yier, Fan Yier seemed to guess what Wu Qian was going to do, and looked at Wu Qian with a trace of vigilance.

Wu Qian didn't say much, and rushed towards Fan Yier with a rattan!

"Smack!" rattan slammed Fan Yier's stomach!

"Ahh

No matter how thick the skin and flesh are, it is also meat, it can hold its fists, but it can't bear the rattan, the rattan is pumped on it, just like the fire rope is pumped on it, it is hot and painful.

Fan Yier was furious, and pounced on Wu Qian again, Wu Qian stretched out his feet again, and knocked Fan Yier to the ground, and now Wu Qian was more handy.

"Smack... Syllable... Smack..."

Wu Qian whipped Fan Yi'er one after another, and said as he smoked: "I told you to beat me! I told you to beat me every day!"

A whip and a blood mark, and after a while, Fan Yier was whipped into rags, covered in wounds, lying on the ground and rolling around, accompanied by this pig-like howl.

Wu Qian twitched for a while, as if he remembered something, turned around, looked at Yu Chunjiao, this disgusting woman, Wu Qian walked towards Yu Chunjiao with a rattan, Yu Chunjiao turned around and wanted to escape, Wu Qian lifted the long vine, his hand rose and fell, and directly on Yu Chunjiao's body, Yu Chunjiao fell to the ground in response, and the howl from his mouth was no less than Fan Yier.

"Kill him for me!" Fan Yier lay on the ground and screamed at Wu Qian, and the onlookers reacted, and dozens of people rushed towards Wu Qian.

Wu Qian weighed it, I am afraid that there are fifty or sixty people in the head of the black press, and one person punches him, even if he is a fish, he will definitely not be able to avoid the net made of this fist.

The hero didn't eat the loss in front of him, Wu Qian waved the rattan a few times at the few people in front of him, forced them back, pulled his legs and ran, and a group of people chased after him.

Wu Qian has been running around with his parents since he was a child, and his foot strength is so good that he can compare to this group of people, and he will leave this group of people without a trace in a short time.

Although Wu Qian said that it was fine, but Wu Qian's broken temple was in trouble, this group of people ran to Wu Qian's broken temple to wreak havoc, Wu Qian's beloved fish pond, the cool shelf, all destroyed, even the wall, was also knocked down by them, and the broken temple was also poked out of several holes.

Wu Qian went around in a big circle, and quietly returned to the private school, Liang Wenshu sat quietly reading alone, his ears moved, he had already noticed that someone had come in, but he could guess that it was Wu Qian with his big fingers, so he simply pretended not to find it and continued to read his book.

Wu Qian tiptoed behind Liang Wenshu, wanting to scream and scare Liang Wenshu, and was about to speak, only to see Liang Wenshu suddenly turn around, stuff the book into Wu Qian's mouth, and then hit Wu Qian's head hard, so painful that Wu Qian hugged his head and screamed.

"Teacher Liang, why are you so ruthless?" Wu Qian complained.

"Knowing that I'm a teacher, I'm still so unruly?!" Liang Wen scolded angrily without changing his color.

Wu Qian smiled, showed a flattering smile, and said flatteringly: "Teacher Liang is like a master and a father......"

Liang Wenshu turned his back to Wu Qian at the moment, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but move slightly, pinched the book in his hand hard, and stabilized.

"Like a brother, like a friend, like a confidant......" Wu Qian paused for a moment, and then continued.

"Smack!" The book in Liang Wenshu's hand suddenly flew out and slammed into Wu Qian's head! Wu Qian held his head and looked at Liang Wenshu with an innocent expression.

"I can only be like my father!" Liang Wenshu said calmly.

"My father died a long time ago, why don't you go about this!" Wu Qian muttered quietly.

"What are you muttering?" asked Liang Wenshu.

"It's nothing, I'm just here to ask, as long as I concentrate, other people's movements will slow down, is it your ghost?"

"Huh?!" Liang Wenshu glanced at him and shouted.

Wu Qian knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Is it the peerless magic skill you passed on to me?"

Liang Wenshu glanced at Wu Qian and said, "It's just some eye-catching formulas, it's not a big deal." ”

"Is this just a cultivator?" Wu Qian said excitedly.

"It's not!"

"Then will you be able to cultivate?"

"No!"

Liang Wenshu's crisp and neat answer made Wu Qian a little disappointed, and he whispered: "I thought it was the destiny of heaven!"

"Who told you that you have a destiny?" Liang Wenshu asked curiously.

"My father!"

"When did he tell you?"

"Someone chased and killed us, we fled to the edge of the cliff, there was no way to escape, my father said that I had a destiny, he pestered the people who were chasing us, and then told me and my mother to jump off the cliff, we can't die!" Wu Qian omitted most of the emotions and condensed them into one sentence.

"And then?"

"My father died, and my mother also fell to his death to protect me!" Wu Qian said softly, and his mood also sank.

After listening to Liang Wenshu, he finally understood that his father said such a sentence in order to prevent his son from dying at the hands of the enemy, making him believe that he had a destiny and could not die, otherwise with Wu Qian's stubborn character, how could he jump off the cliff.

Destiny is nothing but a white lie by Wu Qian's parents.

Liang Wenshu walked to Wu Qian's side, put his hands on his shoulders, and said earnestly: "There is no destiny in this world, only mortals!"

Wu Qian didn't speak, just lowered his head, although Liang Wenshu couldn't see Wu Qian's face, he must also know that Wu Qian's face must be full of loneliness at this moment.

"I'm going back!" Wu Qian whispered, and then planned to go out.

"Wu Qian..."Liang Wenshu suddenly stopped Wu Qian.

"Huh?"

"Or... Follow me, don't go anywhere. Liang Wenshu hesitated, but still said it.

"My parents' revenge has not been avenged!" Wu Qian dropped this sentence and left the private school with his legs raised.

Looking at Wu Qian's lonely back, Liang Wenshu suddenly felt that he was very cruel, no matter how ridiculous the "Mandate of Heaven" sounded, but maybe that was the pillar of Wu Qian's survival.