Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty One

boom!

The sandbag in front vibrated, Qian Yilan looked at the upper display.

The rapid beating, in the end, it was frozen at five hundred and thirteen.

For the first punch, Qian Yilan did not exhaust all her strength.

Warm up first.

Then came a few more punches.

Five hundred and nineteen, five hundred and eighteen, five hundred and thirty-six, five hundred and sixty-

Qian Yilan took a deep breath.

It feels almost done.

Qian Yilan stared at the front and slowly raised his hand.

This punch, go all out.

With a sweet cry.

The fist blew up and blasted it hard.

A violent shock.

Chiylan looked at the monitor expectantly--

In the end, five hundred and eighty-five!

Compared with half a month ago, it has increased by four pounds.

Qian Yilan was quite satisfied with this result.

Progress is a good thing.

In each state, the more difficult it is to break through to the end.

For example, Mingjin third product.

From 500 catties to 550 catties, this stage is easy to break through, but the process from 550 catties to 599 catties is several times more difficult than the former!

Qian Yilan, 19 years old, fist strength, 585 jin.

When he walked out of the testing room, the gray-robed old man opened his eyes lightly and glanced at Qian Yilan, "Not bad."

Qian Yilan hurriedly nodded and saluted humbly, "Fang Lao Miao praised."

Qian Yilan left the testing room, and a figure came over.

"Junior sister, I have something to ask you."

It was Ping Zining impressively.

Ping Zining's expression was low and solemn, and there was a cold breath all over his body.

Of course not for Qian Yilan.

"Ask." Qian Yilan also knew what Ping Zining wanted to know.

"Who is the person in the abandoned factory?" Ping Zining said in a deep voice.

"Brother." Qian Yilan groaned for a while, raised his eyes and said quietly, "This person is very important to us at the moment, you can't trouble him."

Ping Zining's eyes wiped an angry look.

Don't trouble him?

Is it because I was scared to pee and sit on the ground, this shame, just forget it?

That, absolutely, no, can, can.

Ping Zining's eyes became increasingly cold, "Junior sister, actually, even if you don't tell me, I can find it."

Qian Yilan frowned.

This Ping Zining was only in the early stage of Mingjin's third rank, and his fist strength was no more than five hundred and twenty catties. He came to the school earlier than himself, because Ping Zining's family is prominent, and his father is a high-ranking guest in the school where Qian Yilan is located!

"Senior Brother Ping." Qian Yilan's expression cooled down, "I said, he is now an informant in an important case, you must not trouble him."

"What case, why don't I know?" Ping Zining asked back.

"I don't need to tell you everything." Qian Yilan asked in the same way, and her voice increased a bit.

For a moment, some nearby warriors couldn't help but cast their gazes over, with doubts.

Ping Zining's expression was as low as water, and his eyes widened suddenly, "In my opinion, he is not an informant at all, but, you deliberately want to protect him!" Ping Zining's eyes burst out even more. Strong anger, "Who is he you!"

Qian Yilan's eyes became cold.

It bypassed Ping Zining and left in strides.

She didn't want to say a word to this senior brother Ping.

Walking to the center of the martial arts training ground, Qian Yilan's figure subconsciously took a while and looked over.

On the Huaxia Xuanyuan list, the top of the list, the three characters of Yama, is full of anger.

"Or, in today's world, there is only the'Yam King', who is truly a man who stands up to his feet."

A large wave of men lying with guns.

It turns out that no matter how smart a woman is, she has a blind side.

However, the indomitable man in Qian Yilan's eyes is now eating instant noodles and reading magazines.

Looking at the time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

"Did Mrs. Jun go to Mrs. Jun again?" Luo Feng muttered to himself. After eating a bowl of instant noodles and reading the magazine, he felt a little dull in the house, so he walked out and casually walked along a street. step.

Without a deliberate destination, Luo Feng walked on his own.

Before I knew it, he had come to a **** where the Pearl River diverged.

The night is reflected in the lights on both sides of the strait, and the reflection in Hanoi, sparkling, looks exceptionally beautiful.

Luo Feng's figure stood on a stone bridge, staring at the night in the distance.

The place is relatively remote and few people pass by.

Suddenly, a boat pulled down from upstream and attracted Luo Feng's attention.

"It's so late, and I'm still clearing the garbage in Hanoi." Luo Feng respected these unknown workers in awe. Although the night is beautiful, if these people are salvaging the garbage in Hanoi every day, they are on the bank. How can people appreciate the most beautiful night.

Generally speaking, no one pays attention to these small boats for clearing river garbage.

Luo Feng has come to this place countless times, and he doesn't pay much attention to it.

Suddenly on a whim tonight, staring at the boat drawn from upstream.

"Ok?"

Luo Feng suddenly noticed a subtle and unusual breath.

Gaze at that small boat.

He narrowed his gaze slightly, staring at the boat, a figure wearing a hat on top of his head, and a sharp silver light flashed between his hands.

Luo Feng was startled.

Want to commit suicide?

At this time, the boat happened to pass under the stone bridge.

Almost subconsciously, Luo Feng's body jumped down.

I can’t just watch the passing of a life without being indifferent, and it’s the river sweeping staff that I just admired.

"Don't!" Luo Feng's figure fell from the sky, and landed on the boat with a plop, "Don't think about it-ah!" Luo Feng suddenly couldn't help exclaiming, his pupils widened, "Aren't you trying to commit suicide?"

The man wearing the hat was simple and unpretentious, his eyes stretched into a thin line, and he seemed to be unable to open it.

Luo Feng appeared too suddenly, he had no time to react, Luo Feng had already taken the dagger in his hand, and the face of the man wearing the hat changed immediately.

"It's not suicide." Luo Feng realized that it was a misunderstanding after he jumped down. The man's dagger didn't stab him, but moved in front of him-a big sack.

"But, what are you doing?" Luo Feng couldn't help but asked the man wearing the hat in doubt.

For this uninvited guest who fell from the sky, the man's face changed a few times, and he calmed down hard, and said quietly, "It's nothing."

Luo Feng's gaze fell on the big sack in front of him, recalling the man's sword gesture just now, and suddenly remembering something, his eyes immediately looked at the man wearing the hat with a bit of contempt.

I have long heard that people sneak out to throw garbage in this river at night, and all the dead pigs, chickens and ducks are thrown into the river. The behavior is simply outrageous.

"Xiongtai." Luo Feng sighed and patted the man on the shoulder, "You can't throw rubbish!"

With that, Luo Feng slashed curiously, wanting to see what the garbage in the big bag was.