beauty hunter

Chapter 84 The master of pull-ups

Chapter 84 The master of pull-ups

Ten minutes later, Wen Yan followed Mi Ting to Xinxing Park. As he walked, he looked around: "When was this park built?"

"Seven or eight years ago," Mi Ting said, "there were so many people exercising here in the morning that they wouldn't notice you and me."

Wen Yan nodded in agreement.

If you want to hide something, either somewhere where no one can see it or in a place with a lot of people are good choices.

"Hey, the girl is pretty straight!"

A stream of playful words suddenly came out.

At this time, the two of them had passed through the front area of ​​the park and arrived at a public exercise area at the back. There were twenty or thirty old men and women doing morning exercises on the ground, and there were very few young people.

A boy wearing only a vest stopped in front of the two of them, staring at Mi Ting with an evil smile on his face.

Wen Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

Do you want to slap me in the face so quickly? I just said that it’s not easy for people to notice you.

Mi Ting raised her eyebrows: "Get out of the way!"

"You have a bad temper!" the man in the vest said with a playful smile, "Is it because this kid can't satisfy you and is holding back his anger?"

Next to him, Wen Yan frowned.

Mi Ting hated the kind of people who spoke obscenely and evilly in front of her. She would immediately become furious and without saying a word, she would punch them with their hands.

Bang!

The kid didn't expect that she would take action, so he backed away with his head in his hands. His nose was hit hard, and it was so painful that tears and mucus came out.

Just as Mi Ting was about to chase after her, two other boys, also wearing only vests, suddenly stopped in front of her: "The beauty is quite bold, let me play with you, brother!"

Mi Ting took a step back and assumed a fighting stance: "Don't be a coward, come on!"

"Stop!" A voice suddenly shouted from beside him.

Wen Yan turned around and looked, and saw a strong man hanging upside down on the horizontal bar a few steps away, with his hands folded across his chest. Only the bends of his knees were holding the bar, but his whole body was motionless, which was more stable than holding it with both hands.

He was only wearing a pair of exercise pants, his upper body was naked, and his muscles were taut.

"Brother!" The boy who was beaten finally regained his composure and shouted hysterically, "This girl is beating me!"

Several young men and women who were exercising around noticed the movement and looked at it curiously.

The big man's legs were loosened and he fell from the horizontal bar. Just as he was about to hit his head on the ground, he suddenly somersaulted, turning his head and feet into his head and feet, and landed firmly on the ground.

Good waist strength.

Wen Yan couldn't help but think highly of him.

The movement is simple, but anyone who has done exercise knows that it is difficult to do this movement well unless your waist strength is incredible.

This guy is a trainer.

The big man had rough features and was tall. He said coldly: "I didn't expect that exercise would cause trouble. Little sister, my brother is wrong, but you have gone too far."

Mi Ting didn't mean to be polite at all, and said with a sullen face: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to find a place for that stinky gangster, just go ahead and do it!"

The big man's eyes were slightly angry, but he still shook his head: "I don't hit women."

"Then you should be beaten!" Mi Ting was furious when she heard the man's contempt, and wanted to rush over.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed her.

"Let me go!"

Mi Ting struggled.

"If we really want to fight, you are no match for him." Wen Yan shook his head, "I'll do it."

Mi Ting was stunned and stopped struggling.

Is this guy trying to help himself?

Wen Yan let go of her, took two steps forward, raised his eyes thirty degrees, and looked at the big man who was a head taller than him: "Start?"

Before the big man could say anything, the boy whose nose was punched by Mi Ting rushed forward and said viciously: "Do you need my brother to deal with you, a four-eyed frog?" He punched him fiercely.

Wen Yan made a sudden movement, grabbing and pulling with his right hand, stumbling slightly at the same time.

Before the other party could react, he fell to the ground with a "snap".

Peng!

Wen Yan said calmly: "You scolded me just now, now you can pay it back."

The surrounding area became quiet.

His movements are not very fast, but they are very smooth and coherent. The visual shock is even greater, shocking everyone who watches.

The boy lay on the ground for several seconds before turning over and getting up: "When did I scold you?"

"You said I can't do it." Wen Yan said seriously, "I'm correcting you now. Not only can I do it, but it's far beyond your imagination."

"Ah?" The boy was stunned.

Next to her, Mi Ting's face turned red instantly.

This guy is an absolute gangster!

"It turns out he's a practicing master!" The big man next to him yelled, raising his hands and flexing his arms, "In that case, I'm not welcome!"

"Wait!" Wen Yan shook his head, "You are no match for me if we use force. Let's solve the problem in another way."

The big man said in shock: "What?"

"Be civilized. It seems you like to play with bars, so let's compete with this." Wen Yan walked straight past him and walked to the horizontal bar, "Can you do pull-ups?"

The big man looked at him strangely.

What is the structure of this guy's brain?

"Each of us will be in a group, and whoever does more will win." Wen Yan turned around and looked at him, "The loser should kneel down and kowtow to the other person to apologize."

The big man looked up and down at his seemingly skinny body: "Are you kidding me?"

Everyone around them frowned.

It seems that this kid has good skills, but doing pull-ups relies on physical strength. The upper limbs of this big man are very thick, and one arm can be bigger than the thigh of this four-eyed guy!

"Afraid?" Wen Yan smiled, full of sarcasm.

"Ha!" The big man sneered. Without saying a word, he walked under the bar, jumped up easily, and grabbed the horizontal bar.

If someone wants to lose, there is no reason for him not to help.

Wen Yan stepped aside and started counting with a calm expression.

"One, two, three, four..."

Over there, Mi Ting was a little worried, but suddenly she remembered what he said about the "power size" issue, and her heart suddenly moved.

Let’s talk about the shield.

Thirty pull-ups passed in the blink of an eye, and the big man still looked very relaxed, and his movements were steady and unhurried.

The people around him shook their heads.

Look at this posture, this guy can do hundreds of them, he will lose with four eyes!

Wen Yan still looked calm and counted slowly.

Fifty.

seventy.

one hundred.

…

When he reached one hundred and fifty, the big man let go, evened out his breathing, stepped aside, and looked at Wen Yan with disdain.

Wen Yan didn't talk nonsense to him, walked to the bar and jumped easily, grabbing the horizontal bar.

"One, two, three, four..."

The big Han imitated him and started counting.

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, and Wen Yan's expression did not change.

Mi Ting walked to the horizontal bar and couldn't help but become nervous.

How many can this guy do?

When forty passed, the voices of discussion around them gradually became quieter.

When seventy passed, the big man's forehead was sweating slightly.

Can't you tell this guy has a strong arm?

Ninety.

One hundred and one.

One hundred and three.

One hundred and five.

After finishing the one hundred and fifty-first step, Wen Yan let go and landed on the ground, looking at the big man with a calm expression: "You lose."

"It doesn't count!" The big man became angry and stepped forward to push Wen Yan away. "I didn't try my best just now. Let's try again!"

Wen Yan smiled: "Okay."

"Let's try another way, one-handed!" The big man glared at him.

"Okay." Wen Yan answered quickly.

The big man sneered in his heart, thinking that you would definitely lose. He jumped up, grabbed the bar with his right hand, and pulled up.

Mi Ting's face changed slightly when she saw it.

This guy's arm strength is so strong. If he had really used his hands just now, he would have been lying on the ground by now.

By this time, people from far and near had noticed the movement and gathered around.

Wen Yan slowly started counting again: "One, two, three..."

Twenty.

Fifty.

Eighty.

…

The bar body kept making squeaking sounds, as if it couldn't stand the torture of this big man.

Everyone around was stunned. Although they knew that this man had strong arms, no one knew that he was so strong!

At the one hundred and ninety-seventh hour, the big man finally couldn't hold on any longer. His hands slipped and fell from the bar, and he fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Wen Yan praised: "Yes, with this level of one hand, you can be considered a master of pull-ups!"

Just to be on the safe side, the big man was so exhausted that he barely managed to get up after panting for a long time. He leaned on the bar and said: "It's... it's... it's your turn!"

"But..." Wen Yan smiled and jumped up to grab the bar again, "I am the master of pull-ups!"

Everyone was stunned.

Left hand?

"One, two, three..." The person counting this time was not the big man, but Mi Ting next to her.

Thirty.

Sixty.

Ninety.

…

"One hundred seven, one hundred eight, one hundred nine..."

The big man gasped for breath, but his eyes widened.

This guy can actually do more than a hundred with his left hand?!

"One-three-five, one-three-six, one-three-seven..."

Someone nearby suddenly started counting. After a while, the number of counting sounds became more and more frequent.

"One hundred sixty-nine, one hundred seventy, one seventy-one..."

The big man's face changed drastically. He listened to dozens of voices counting around him, and his heart began to beat violently again uncontrollably.

Can this kid really beat me?!

impossible!

In an instant he froze.

"196, 197, 198..."

No one stopped and continued counting at Wen Yan's pace. Everyone could see that Wen Yan didn't want one more person to win this time, but wanted to show off his power, and everyone was curious.

How many can he do?

"Two three-nine, two forty-nine, two-forty-one..."

The big man's forehead was soaked in cold sweat.

This guy is not human!

His three younger brothers beside him couldn't help but start counting.

"Three zero nine, three one zero, three one one..."

The counting sound became louder and louder, gradually turning from calm counting to loud shouting, and finally turned into a cheering shout.

The sun that had just risen in the east gradually climbed up into the sky. After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yan suddenly stopped pulling up and just hung on the bar with one hand, looking at the big man.

Seven hundred and nine!

Warm applause suddenly erupted from the surroundings, and even the three men in vests forgot their hostility for a moment and applauded desperately.

Wen Yan's face was covered with sweat, but his expression remained calm, looking at the big man with a half-smile.

The big man gritted his teeth and knelt down suddenly.

The applause suddenly stopped.

"sorry!"

The big man roared.

Mi Ting looked at him blankly.

Wen Yan let go and dropped his hand, his left hand trembling slightly.

Even he could not help but reach his limit at this time.

"I'm willing to admit defeat. I lost, and I apologize to you as agreed!" The big man said through gritted teeth, then suddenly leaned over and knelt down.

Mi Ting was startled and at a loss.

She knew how to kowtow to the old man, but being kowtowed to someone was an unprecedented first time!

Boom, boom, boom!

After kowtowing three times, the big man suddenly stood up, turned around and left.

The three men in vests were stunned for a few seconds before they all chased after us: "Brother, wait for us!"

Here is Wenyan Yi Lamiting.

Mi Ting came back to her senses and quickly followed him away.

After making such a big fuss, I have saved my face, but I don’t want to practice ### in this park anymore!