My Extraordinary Achievement

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Meng Fan is not worried that Wu Ji will wear his own shoes during the training process. However, he is really not interested in learning something. It is just purely to cope with the trip to Lion City. It really makes him to be a fighting athlete. It is not a trouble. He has not been abused and abused, and he has not had such a strong battle.

Yang Feng asked a few more questions and threw out very attractive conditions. Of course, this so-called seductiveness is for the people in the fighting circle, and there is no temptation for Meng Fan.

It is determined that Meng Fan is really not interested. In combination with Meng Fan’s idea of ​​learning to succeed, Yang Feng suspects that Meng Fan may really want to learn some skills, and he can only give up and go out and Wu Ji said.

"If you don't learn, don't learn!"

Wu is very **** the mouth, but it is a pity to tell the truth in his heart. Meng Fan is an annoyed kid, but it is also a piece of material.

Turning to another thought, don't learn better, don't worry that this kid learned that he can't hold him.

The old black side is depressed, and it is still depressed than Wu Ji.

Meng Ye, you don't want to be a fighting athlete. What is wrong with me?

Practice so hard, are you purely letting me take pleasure?

This is not, one morning, Meng Fan basically did not rest, the hard work, how to look like running a professional athlete.

After eating a meal at noon, it is the same. I will not take any rest until 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

Old black, more man of resistance, even if Meng Fan gave him time to rest in the middle, he couldn’t help himself. He could only call three coaches who were quite capable and replaced them with three “half hours”. .

This day, I practiced seven hours in a row. During the period, except for the one who was initially squandered by Wu Ji and the three coaches who were replaced, the efficiency was still very high. I can have more than one hundred "skills" experience in an hour. When I am a little over five o'clock, I will give the title of "A Thousand Hands" to the achievement.

In the next twenty minutes, Meng Fan is completely taking the old black to adapt to this new 10 points of technology.

The contents of the 10 new wrestling techniques are still comprehensive, and almost all the techniques of picking up are included. What Meng Fan has learned has not been learned. At present, Meng Fan is the part that he has learned. And the parts that have been extended from this are familiar to one another, that is, the ability to transform into oneself.

There are still a lot left, Meng Fan is almost a theoretical knowledge, but there is no practice, that is, there is no ability to truly transform into himself.

Want to convert is also simple, that is to follow the theoretical knowledge to take the old black practice, but today is not enough time, Meng Fan will forget.

As for the new hand speed at 3 o'clock, it is very simple to convert. It can even be said that you don't need to convert it. Just familiarize yourself.

[Thousands of hand picks] This task title is brushed up, much faster than Meng Fan imagined. This is really a loss of the old-fashioned, otherwise, if you change to someone else, you have to drag another day or two.

[Wrestling Bar Fighter] This achievement mission, Meng Fan is not a brushed experience today, it is really difficult to subdue other skills that only wrestling skills and no wrestling.

If you don’t meet Wu Ji here, Meng Fan will definitely come to Yang Feng or Lao Hei to learn the skills of wrestling and can be a uniform. Now, hesitate.

Don't look at Meng Fan's shameful nickname, Wu Qiqiu. In fact, he is also panicked. This is a bit difficult for the future.

Moreover, Meng Fan has a kind of hunch, this Wuji is also very likely to be Wu Tong's brother, if it is a cousin, the eyebrows will not be like this!

In the face of the future wife who I have identified, I raised my relatives, and this picture, Meng Fan thinks about it.

I don’t know how to explain it to Wu Tong this evening!

......

"Meng Fan, first of all, I apologize to you for my brother."

After meeting at the waterfront restaurant, just sitting down, Meng Fan still doesn't know how to talk to Wu Tong. Wu Tong has already spoken. He smiled and said, "My brother is very direct and very rash. I think so much. However, he also said that mainly because you happened to be in the martial arts hall, he treated you in a training way, and did not say that it really..."

Wu Tong spread his hand, some helpless: "He really wants to protect me too much. In him, I am a little girl who doesn't understand anything. In short, I still have to apologize to you for my brother."

Meng Fan heard the words and waved his hands again and again: "Actually, the Seven Brothers have already apologized to me... I said that I was wrong. I just heard that the Seven Brothers said that I was rumored to be rumored. If this is changed to my sister or me. My boyfriend’s boyfriend and others have come up with an anecdote, and I am definitely not doing it. I can understand the mood of the Seven Brothers.”

Wu Tong glanced at Meng Fan: "Hey, who is your girlfriend."

This sudden tenderness made Meng Fan directly stupid.

"Hey, scarf."

Wu Tong took out a bag and lost Meng Fan across from him.

She lost very light, Meng Fan can catch 100%, but stupid words, huh, stunned.

Wu Tong glanced at Meng Fan again: "Stupid is not stupid!"

"Hey."

Meng Fan smirked, opened the bag and took out the scarf inside. The scarf was thick and nice. There was something embroidered on it. Looking closely, there was a row of white birds flying over a tree.

A line of egrets on the sky!

Meng Fan looked at the pattern, once again stupid, and then surrounded, warm, his face is even more stupid.

The waiter who came to the restaurant was shocked. Meng Fan often came to this restaurant to eat. The waiter naturally knew the iron tower man. I thought, this tower is what it is today, not very cold, the air conditioner in the restaurant is also open, don’t Is it a hot brain?

Wu Tong glanced at Meng Fan: "Hurry up and take it down, not hot!"

Meng Fan is like a fool: "Not hot, warm, very caring."

Wu Tong is speechless: "When you are a Sanjiu cold spirit."

Meng Fan does not know whether the brain is broken or the brakes are broken. A mouthful is: "No, it is twice as many as three."

Wu Tong glanced and then dropped the tissue box on the table.

Meng Fan was afraid after a while, he was really courageous and fatter. Can't do this anymore. Otherwise, it is very likely that he would practice a traditional craft with a tissue box for a lifetime.

After a meal was finished, Meng Fan called the waiter to pay the bill, and then the two got up and went out to the waterfront restaurant. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the night wind began to rise. It was already cold, but it was cold.

Wu Tong asked: "Walk?"

Meng Fan nodded, and hung the scarf on Wu Tong's neck. Wu Tong smiled and stood still. Meng Fan's hand was stagnation, and then he was happy to tie Wu Tong, which is a bit ugly.

Wu Tong did not care, a turn, such as the elf generally walked into the street lights, stepping out of the shadow of Qian Li.

Meng Fan stood in the same place as a fool for three seconds before chasing him up and walking side by side, from the restaurant to the school gate to the playground.

The hand that is close to Wu Tong, like the youth who has nowhere to put it, has tried to catch it many times, and has given up many times~www.wuxiaspot.com~ pretend that the nature of the past has been rubbed with Wu Tong’s back, once two Three times and four times... Meng Fan has been silently counting in his heart, raising his head, like counting stars, hoping that the sky has no end, and there is no end to this road.

Suddenly, my hand was cold.

Looking down, I saw a hand grabbed my hand.

No, it should be that the Galaxy is in its own hands!

Wu Tong did not turn his head and looked forward and said: "The hand is a bit cold."

Meng Fan’s walking posture has become more and the tongue is stiffer. It’s hard to say: “Me too.”

Wu Tong waited for this for a long time, and looked at Meng Xiang, who looked at the front of his eyes, and then grabbed the hand of Meng Fan’s hand and slid into the palm of Meng Fan’s hand.

This slip, also slipped into the heart of Meng Fan, has been sliding all the time...

Wu Tong suddenly turned his head and looked at Meng Fan and smiled: "Do it, don't lose it."

Meng Fan nodded like a garlic: "Hmm!"

"stupid."

Wu Tongtou turned back and looked forward. There was darkness and light in front, and there was tomorrow.

Meng Fan excitedly shouted, solemnly promised: "I put your hand in your pocket, it will not be lost, but also warm. I will put you in the heart, and will not lose it! Because, my heart has become you You have to lose, I am dead!"

"Ok."

Wu Tong nodded.

Meng Fan took Wu Tong's hand and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, then quickly pulled it out and put it in his pocket.

Wu Tong's face was instantly red.

Meng Fan pretends that nothing has happened.

Just walking around, no one spoke, the world seemed to be quiet, and the eyes and arguments of the people passing by were separated from the world by the world. There was only him and her in the world, his Breathing, heartbeat and her breathing, heartbeat.

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