Chapter 37: The Birth of a Legend

(Today's first update!)

The air was scattered by the scattered smoke, and an invisible wave spread between the two of them, boom! !

Wen Zheming's fist rested on the muscle of Mu Fan's tightly stretched forearm near the elbow, and he could clearly see that the muscle had sunken and turned purple, and he could even clearly see Mu Fan's unruly movement behind the forearm. eyes!

"Say..." Wen Zheming snorted softly, fixed his eyes on Mu Fan, slowly supported his right arm with his left hand, and withdrew it.

Wen Zheming's right arm was almost numb due to the forcibly used Great Progress Pao Fist just now, and he lost all strength. It will take some time for him to recuperate from his injuries.

The kid in front of him can fight and defend, but it doesn't matter, his arm looks useless, Wen Zheming grinned.

Keeping that posture, motionless, it seems that the arm has been seriously damaged, but it is a pity that Wen Zheming couldn't hear the roar in Mu Fan's heart at this time.

very painful! ! very painful! ! it hurts! it hurts!

Mu Fan had already scolded him a hundred times in his heart, but on the face he still stared at the opposite Young Master Wen unrulyly, always on guard against his next attack.

His right hand looked miserable, but only Mu Fan knew the real situation.

It was just the stress response of the subcutaneous tissue, and his muscles were indeed severely hit in an instant, but when defending, Mu Fan didn't know that he was using half-arm defense, a high-level fighting skill that required strength and endurance at the same time.

By accident, the powerful force on the opposite side was transmitted to the whole body, and then introduced into the ground, which has been offset by half. Mu Fan's arm is just hurting now...

Master Wen laughed? Mu Fan suddenly discovered curiously, noticing the movement of him supporting his right arm, the sense of danger in Mu Fan's heart has been relieved.

Slowly lowering his arms, Mu Fan said something sincerely, almost killing Master Wen who was standing there recovering.

"Master Wen, are you still fighting?"

Do you still fight? ... Hit? ……? ...

Wen Zheming felt a little blood rushing up in his brain, and his eyes turned black. He is really angry with this brown candy in front of him, do you care about your arm that is about to be scrapped? What the hell are you asking if I still fight?

Since I was five years old, I have been training with the army's fighting masters. I have been fighting since I was a child, and I used the top body quenching liquid on this planet when I was healing. I have a hell training that ordinary people can't imagine in a lifetime. Sui killed someone before and saw blood, and returned to normal society three years later, becoming the cruel and merciless Young Master Wen who was passed on by word of mouth in the circle.

Do you still fight? Now I was being asked seriously by a training partner of a martial arts gym.

I... hit you on the head! In the end Wen Zheming spat, he really couldn't lift his right arm, and he lost his strength.

"Hmph." Young Master Wen didn't want to say another word now, this kid can actually withstand a blow of level 17 strength!

Looking at Mu Fan in front of him, Young Master Wen's expression was uncertain.

Mu Fan retracted his posture, and his right arm was also drooping. He was relieving the pain. Feeling that his right arm could move a little bit, Shi Shiran walked up to Wen Zheming, looked at the fierce and fierce young man in front of him, and said softly, "Master Wen."

Wen Zheming finally put away the eyes that looked at the inferior species. In any case, strength is a person's best business card, and this kid in front of him is qualified to make him look up to him.

"Say." Wen Zheming spit out a word without the slightest emotion.

"I don't know if what Master Wen said counts?"

Hearing what Mu Fan said, Wen Zheming frowned and said coldly, "Speak."

"Mr. Mankun, whose leg was discounted on the first day, is my friend." Mu Fan thought for a while and said slowly.

"And then?" Wen Zheming frowned

"He is my friend." Mu Fan looked directly at him.

"Are you sure you want to mention this to me?" Wen Zheming's face was a little grim, and the little appreciation that had just arisen in his heart disappeared.

"Sure." The corner of Mu Fan's mouth curled up into a smile, it was harmless to humans and animals.

Wen Zheming didn't speak, looked at Mu Fan, saw the calm and indifferent eyes on the opposite side, and the mood that improved after venting just now began to dissipate.

Suddenly feeling dull for a while, Young Master Wen waved his hand and said, "Man Kun, I know."

Mu Fan stood there without moving.

As if he didn't see Mu Fan, Wen Zheming leaned back on the sofa and directly dialed the internal line of the martial arts hall to page.

"I'm Wen Zheming, let Chanison come up."

Then he watched Mu Fan wave his hand boredly, "Let's go, Chanison will tell you later."

Mu Fan squinted his eyes, took a deep look at Wen Zheming, turned and walked out of the room.

After Mu Fan came out, he didn't go downstairs, but went directly to the No. 4 training room, walked through two corridors, and arrived there. Verify your identity and enter the door. The sparring just now took less than an hour, and the fat man hadn't arrived yet. Mu Fan walked in and sat directly on the exercise chair.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

Only now did he understand the deep meaning of the fighter's words, so why not warn himself to use his brain to think about it.

Nothing is more important than one's own life, and it was indeed a bit reckless in the early days.

However, in Mu Fan's dictionary, there is no word regret.

That's it.

Phew~ my arm hurts, but it hurts, hahahaha!

What Mu Fan didn't know was that in the next time, the entire martial arts hall was about to boil.

...

Chanison went up and came down quickly, with excitement on his face, Master Wen was very satisfied! !

Wen Zheming didn't mention Mu Fan at all. After Chanison entered the room, he threw a card and said that 100,000 star coins would be given to Mankun, and 50,000 to the big guy from yesterday afternoon. After waving his hand, he directly left through the private passage Yes, before leaving, he said something meaningful, martial arts, not bad.

Wen Zheming is gone! That's something Charneyson should throw his hat up on. Not to mention that Young Master Wen's expression clearly showed no dissatisfaction with the martial arts gym. The card he threw before leaving specifically named Man Kun and Jeff. Is this the murderous Wen Zheming he knew? !

Then let Young Master Wen pay for it? But if I think about it, if I misunderstand Wen Zheming's meaning and send it back, wouldn't I be looking for death. Shrinking his body, Chanison decided to pay another sum of money from the martial arts gym. Mankun, who originally decided to terminate the relationship, let him stay in the logistics. The big guy of Jeff is also lucky. A little leak from Master Wen's fingers is enough for him not to eat It's been more than half a year without drinking.

Chanison went downstairs with a flushed face, humming a ditty all the way, passing the training ground of the trainers and coaches as if no one else was there.

On the fifth training ground on the first floor, the honest people were behind Chanison, exchanging glances in surprise.

"What kind of medicine is Charney taking?"

"His baby is born?"

"Fart, his wife is not pregnant."

"That's Xi Dang Dad!" A training partner who looked a little dazed nodded with certainty.

"Stupid.X" The people around him scolded him collectively.

Chanison suddenly remembered, where is Mu Fan?

So he turned around and asked, "Where's Mu Fan?"

... Everyone was silent.

"Mu Fan?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, didn't he go up, didn't you go up too? You still ask us.

"Didn't Mu Fan come down?" Chanison suddenly realized why the gang in the martial arts hall were so stupid.

"No, no, didn't he... go up before, no, didn't see him come down." Someone stammered.

Chanison frowned and called out to the staff next to him.

"Look where Mu Fan is."

"Mr. Charney, wait a moment, let me take a look... It's in room VIP4 on the third floor."

"This kid is interesting. I'll give him a bonus of 2,000 later." Charney was in a good mood, and was about to go back to his office to ask Mu Fan carefully, the amazing boy!

Do as soon as you think about it, Chanison turned around and reprimanded the person who just spoke: "You can't speak well, you're like trash, learn from Mu Fan!" Then he stepped into the suspended ladder with his hands behind his back.

When everyone was still at a loss, what did Mu Fan do well? What did he do? The cleaning staff came down from the third floor with two broken fist targets.

"Tsk tsk, what kind of abnormality is this in Room 1? There are ultra-tough silk cotton and energy-absorbing rigid springs inside, and a punching target designed with a level 15 strength standard. These can all be worn out!"

The voice was not too loud, but it happened to reach the ears of a group of people here.

coax! In an instant, the entire training ground exploded.

Mankun and Jeff in the martial arts gym were seriously injured, and then there was a boy who ate ten boxes of lunch to accompany him to the next order after training.

15-level strength standard designed punching target! smashed!

Mu Fan! ! ? A group of people looked at each other dully and nodded.

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So the legend of the strongest sandbag in the martial arts school...on this day...was born.

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