Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

boom! boom! boom!

Three muffled sounds sounded from front to back.

The first sound came from the pair of fists that the burly freshman threw at Wang Chen, but they missed Wang Chen's head and face.

It was blocked by Wang Chen's raised right arm.

The second and third sounds came from the flying kicks kicked by the two people behind. Wang Chen faced each other leg to leg!

"ah!"

The screams continued!

The burly freshman was the strongest, but at this moment he felt that his fists were almost as good as his own, as if he had hit a steel arm, and the force of the shock penetrated the tough calluses and penetrated into the flesh and bones.

He even heard the sound of bone cracking.

The shock in the heart of the burly new student cannot be described in words.

He has practiced the Barbarian Kung Fu passed down by his family since he was a child, and his pair of iron palms have been sharpened for many years, and their strength is as strong as a thousand catties.

A burly freshman at the peak of the second rank once fought against a senior third rank martial artist, and he was defeated after a hundred moves.

He thought he could beat Wang Chen, that little boy, into a pig's head with one move.

In the end, the brute force he was so proud of lost to Wang Chen!

The condition of this burly freshman was not bad, but the latter two were called unlucky. They all flew upside down, one's left foot and the other's right foot were bent to a completely abnormal angle.

The screams were also made by the two of them!

As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, the three freshmen who came to provoke trouble were defeated.

Before the burly new student had time to react, a huge force suddenly came from his abdomen, and his strong bear-like body followed in the footsteps of his companions, and flew out of the door.

He fell heavily on the hard stone floor outside.

"ah!"

Xiang Xiang, a burly freshman who claimed to be a tough guy, rolled a few laps, clutching his stomach and howling loudly, with pea-sized sweat oozing from his forehead.

He felt that his intestines were broken by Wang Chen's kick, and he was so painful and frightened that he almost lost control on the spot.

And such a big movement inevitably attracted the attention of other freshmen.

Many trainee blood-clothed guards came out of the room one after another, looking in surprise at the three lying on the ground and howling.

The conditions in the Iron Furnace Camp are good, every new student has his own independent dormitory room.

Soon, Mr. Wang hurried over with several martial artists.

Seeing this scene, the head coach who was secretly called "Yan Wang" by the freshmen couldn't help but frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Although he didn't witness the whole thing, but what kind of person is he, how can he not know the tricks among the freshmen?

Therefore, Wang Chen was locked on at a glance.

Wang Chen answered leisurely: "The three of them made trouble for me, and I kicked them out."

"No, that's not the case."

A freshman who hurt his foot quickly shouted: "It's Ling Zhiyuan, he hit us first!"

There is a rule in the Iron Furnace Camp that private fighting among freshmen is strictly prohibited, otherwise they will be punished.

But the rules are the rules. In fact, if anyone complains to the coach because he can't fight others and suffers losses, he will be despised and rejected by everyone, and his reputation will be ruined. If he speaks out, he will embarrass the family!

And the coaches will turn a blind eye to the open and secret struggles among the freshmen, as long as they are not too outrageous.

The three burly freshmen came to trouble Wang Chen precisely because they were sure of this.

It's just that this guy wanted to pour dirty water on Wang Chen, but it drew ridicule from others.

The reason is very simple, Wang Chen was at the door of his dormitory, and these three people fell in front of his door, so there is no need to say which is right and which is wrong?

If this person dares to act bravely, everyone will take a high look.

Don't blame others for being such a rascal!

Although the burly freshman in the lead hated him to death, he still endured the severe pain and gasped for breath: "Report to the coach, it was me, I caused the trouble, and I am willing to be punished!"

"very good."

Mr. Wang waved his hands and said, "Take them down for treatment first, and then throw them into the confinement room for reflection."

The expressions of all the freshmen changed.

The confinement room is undoubtedly the most terrifying existence in the Iron Furnace Camp. It is a prison specially used to detain criminals. Not to mention the small space inside, and you can't see your fingers. If you stay for a long time, you will easily collapse.

Torture is worse than torture!

Some of the trainees in the blood-clothed guards have already tasted the taste of the confinement room, and now they are terrified when they think about it!

And when the three freshmen were dragged away by the coaches, more and more people came to watch the excitement.

They are not all trainee blood-clothed guards, there are more newcomers from patrolling yamen, city guards and so on.

Although they all work for Daliang, the discord between different power departments has never disappeared for hundreds of years, and some have even become enemies.

There are not too many people who are unhappy with the blood-clothed guards!

When these trainee patrols and trainee sergeants saw the unlucky trainee blood-clothed guards, they all gloated at their misfortune, and even laughed at their bad pointing.

In fact, they are newborns. When everyone becomes an official patrol officer or sergeant, they will naturally experience the different class gaps in the future. At that time, no one will dare to openly laugh at the blood-clothed guards.

But now all the trainee blood-clothed guards felt ashamed, and some of them blamed Wang Chen and cast unfriendly eyes on him.

One of them had a particularly venomous look in his eyes.

Wang Chen was keenly aware of the vicious resentment from the other party, and turned his head to glance at this person.

This trainee blood-clothed guard is Jin Yingjie.

The three who had just been dragged away by the coaches were all his younger brothers, and the freshmen knew it all, so they naturally felt that they had lost face.

If you don't blame Wang Chen, who else can you blame?

But Wang Chen didn't take these characters seriously at all, and turned around to go back to his room to take a bath.

It is a mediocrity not to be envied by others, such eyes can't hurt him at all.

"Ling Zhiyuan, come with me."

As a result, Mr. Wang stopped Wang Chen: "I have something to tell you."

Under the strange eyes of the crowd, Wang Chen followed Mr. Wang to the teaching room.

The gray-haired chief coach asked Wang Chen to sit down first, walked around Wang Chen himself, and then said: "Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by the wind in the forest. Your recent limelight is a bit big, which makes it difficult for the old man." ah!"

Although it was in a complaining tone, Mr. Wang's words were still full of appreciation and admiration.

In the first few decades of his tenure as the head coach, there has never been another outstanding trainee blood-clothed guard as Wang Chen!

Wang Chen spread his hands: "Then what do you think I should do?"

Mr. Wang smiled: "You should work harder to completely suppress everyone and make them speechless."

After a pause, he continued: "Starting tomorrow, you come to the teaching room at night, and the old man will guide you alone."

This is to start a small stove!

Wang Chen hurriedly got up and saluted, "Thank you, Chief Coach, for your kindness!"

Mr. Wang waved his hand: "This is the opportunity you deserve, and it's time for our Blood Guards to produce a real talent."

"I just hope that I will never regret today's decision!"

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The second one is delivered.