"But Feng Yuxiang, you idiot, you have to understand that if your men can defeat me, you will have the initiative, but if you bring this guy to no avail, then you will suffer a lot.

"

"What do you mean?"

Feng Yuxiang asked.

"If your arms and legs are almost healed, I will send you to the hospital again. You know how much you will suffer. This time it will be ten times. Next time you can find a master, it will be a hundred times. It is estimated that it will be no problem if you become a vegetative state."

"

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled.

Feng Yuxiang swallowed. He had seen Zhang Xiaofan's perversion in fighting, and he felt really unconfident for a moment.

He couldn't help but ask the man in gray robe: "Mr. Meng, can you beat me?"

"Are you humiliating me or him?"

Mr. Meng snorted coldly.

Feng Yuxiang felt as if he had eaten dog shit for a moment, and he cursed in his mind, just tell me if you can beat me. If you can beat me, we will go. If you can't beat me, let's retreat as soon as possible, otherwise I will be hospitalized.

Now Mr. Meng is completely acting like a riddle, which makes Feng Yuxiang even more afraid to make mistakes.

To fight or not to fight?

Li Ziqi walked out and stood next to Zhang Xiaofan, "Are they all here to cause trouble for you?"

"You are just a loser who is full of food and has nothing to do. He keeps clamoring for a place all day long but still doesn't dare to make a decision."

Zhang Xiaofan said disdainfully: "There is just too much waste these days, and there is no way to do it. Otherwise, we don't understand the world of waste. We really don't understand it at all."

"You scold me!"

Feng Yuxiang screamed.

"Well, you still have some brains. You know that I am scolding you, not praising you for your progress." Zhang Xiaofan curled his lips.

"Chao, Mr. Meng, fuck him for me!"

Feng Yuxiang did not hesitate and shouted.

Mr. Meng took action directly, circled his chest with his hands, and then slapped his palms out suddenly. Two strong winds swept out and hit Zhang Xiaofan's chest.

Zhang Xiaofan knew that the opponent should not be underestimated, so he instinctively raised his hands to resist, but he was actually hit by a burning sensation that made him feel uncomfortable all over.

He couldn't help but retreat quickly and suddenly shouted: "What kind of martial arts are you doing to be so domineering?"

"Iron Palm."

Mr. Meng chuckled, "Never seen it before? You must have heard of Iron Sand Palm, right?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his hands a few times, but he was as weak as if he had been given a paralysis injection. He said with a solemn expression: "I have seen in TV dramas that iron palms float on water, which can be used to perform magic tricks. The hands are as delicate as white jade, and the palms contain iron sand that is extremely poisonous.

It doesn’t look like a profound warrior on the outside, but no one is immortal under a sneak attack.”

"This is how it was introduced in the TV series, but after trying it out, it feels pretty much the same. It's a good thing you didn't make a sneak attack."

Zhang Xiaofan's paralysis of his hands was relieved, he stretched his arms a few times and said, "Then have you heard about the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon?"

"Secret martial arts and superb fighting skills are not decisive, but they are also rare."

Mr. Meng looked solemn and said: "Do you still know the secret martial arts?"

"My lord, it's so damn real."

Zhang Xiaofan shouted exaggeratedly.

In fact, he knew that the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms did exist, otherwise the system would not have issued them as mission rewards.

But now that I have heard it from other people’s mouths, it’s a different feeling.

Mr. Meng sneered and said: "Chinese civilization has a long history of five thousand years, and there are countless killing techniques. Modern people worship foreigners and have long forgotten that the things from our ancestors are the most useful and the most ruthless. All the rumors are not groundless.

There are traces to follow.”

"Come again!"

Zhang Xiaofan has more and more confirmation of his guess, there are countless people in China with crouching tigers, hidden dragons and clever methods.

Mr. Meng didn't waste any time and rushed forward suddenly, slapping his palms out again.

With the concept of the previous fight, Zhang Xiaofan knew that this iron sand palm could not be resisted forcefully, so he used his grappling hand to grab the opponent's wrist with his backhand.

The opponent raised his leg to kick, and Zhang Xiaofan raised his leg to block. The opponent's wrist shook, and the huge force shook Zhang Xiaofan's fingers.

Good guy, this special brew is also poisonous, Zhang Xiaofan immediately let go.

Although a palm slapped on Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder, Zhang Xiaofan also hit the opponent's chest with an iron mountain.

The two people separated quickly, you looked at me and I looked at you.

"How about giving up today?"

Mr. Meng was the first to speak, but he really didn’t have the air of a master when he first appeared.

Zhang Xiaofan felt that his entire shoulder had lost all feeling, but he pretended to be calm and said: "You can play for a while longer. Give it a mouthful of old blood. Don't hold it in, as it may cause internal injuries."

"Your shoulder must be in severe pain, and you can't use even half of your strength. Boy, why are you pretending to be here with me?"

Mr. Meng snorted coldly.

Zhang Xiaofan said calmly: "That's it. Let's go back to our homes and find our mothers. But I want to slap this bastard!"

When the conversation changed, he pointed at Feng Yuxiang and said, "If we don't deal with this bastard, I will feel uncomfortable!"

"good!"

Mr. Meng agreed without hesitation.

Feng Yuxiang brought Mr. Meng and a group of people to find a place, and now he, the leader, is directly sold.

What's wrong with this?

He looked at Mr. Meng with an innocent and confused expression, and then at Zhang Xiaofan, "You two reached an agreement directly without my consent?"

Zhang Xiaofan walked over with a wicked smile on his face, and Feng Yuxiang turned around and ran away, cursing as he ran: "You two are not going to die well!"

"This grandson runs fast."

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled.

Mr. Meng had a dark face, snorted coldly, and turned around to leave.

This bastard is deliberately causing trouble for him. If he is slapped, Mr. Meng can promise to avenge Feng Yuxiang. If he is not slapped, Feng Yuxiang can hate Mr. Meng to death.

Zhang Xiaofan watched a large group of people leave, and then he bared his teeth and said, "This Mr. Meng is not simple. Zi Qi, I'll go back and take care of the injury first. If it's not taken care of, this arm will be numb for a few days."

Li Ziqi said hurriedly: "Then go back quickly. Remember to take care of your injuries and call me."

"good!"

Zhang Xiaofan turned around and ran out of the University of Foreign Studies.

The people watching the excitement felt very bored. They thought it was a group fight. In the end, it was just two people fighting each other. They just watched the two people fight each other for a few times and then called it quits. Isn't this funny?

The funniest thing is Zhang Xiaofan. He left and said he was seriously injured. Can being slapped seriously hurt him?

"It's boring, two idiots are practicing."

One boy said something particularly disdainful, and the others followed suit and left.

Zhang Xiaofan returned to dormitory 302 and took off his coat. His left arm was completely black, as if there was a mass of black energy swirling in his arm.
Chapter completed!