The Immortal Lord of the Reborn City Arrives

Everyone looked at Lin Fan, who was getting closer and closer, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Beisheng Gym, but Qinglan City's famous Taekwondo Gym, although these ordinary people still don't understand the world of martial arts, but they have all heard that the owner of the gym, Mo Nanfeng, can even defeat a hundred, and is definitely the pinnacle of the martial arts hall.

Except for a few people who really care about Lin Fan, the rest of the people are all waiting to see jokes, or watching the lively people who don't think it's a big deal.

When Lin Fan approached, he looked at the taekwondo gym students standing at the entrance of the school, and raised his head slightly:

"Get out of the way, it's in my way." The

first young man in a white taekwondo uniform looked at Lin Fan with an arrogant face, his face full of anger:

"Boy, you are the one who injured the hall owner's son?" "

I have beaten a lot of people, and if you ask this, I don't know who it is." The

young man in white suddenly became furious

: "Our pavilion owner's son is called Mo Youfu, and he was injured by you at the gate of Tianhe University a few days ago, but is there such a thing

?" Lin Fan rubbed his nose and replied lightly:

"It seems that there is such a thing, it was my apprentice who injured him, but it can be barely regarded as an indirect injury from me, what, there is a problem?"

Looking at Lin Fan's indifferent appearance, the young man in white became even more angry, his eyes were round, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of hideousness:

"You are very dragged, don't you? Do you know the reputation of our Beisheng Daoist Pavilion in Qinglan City, and dare to touch the people of our Daoist Pavilion, are you tired of being crooked?"

After speaking, he reached out to grab Lin Fan's shirt, and when he was about to succeed, he saw Lin Fan's smile gradually enlarge in his pupils.

He only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and no one could see how Lin Fan punched, and the young man in white spat blood and flew out, falling five or six meters away unconscious.

Lin Fan clapped his palms, looked at the white-clothed young man in the distance and said coldly

, "Don't measure yourself!"

For a moment, everyone ......was in an uproar

First, they didn't expect that Lin Fan would dare to attack his students in front of Mo Nan's eyes, and second, what the onlookers didn't expect was that Lin Fan would act so quickly, which was simply too cool.

Worshipping the strong has always been an eternal truth in the world.

By now, some people have even begun to hope that Lin Fan can defeat the Beisheng Daoguan, and his fans are increasing one by one.

After all, this is Qinglan International High School, even if Lin Fan is no longer in sight, he is also from Qinglan High School.

"Papapa......

" Mo Nanfeng slapped his face and walked out of the crowd, although he was smiling, his eyes were extremely cold

: "You are brave enough to hurt my student in front of me!"

Lin Fan carried his schoolbag up, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly:

"Is it the consistent inheritance of your Beisheng Daoist Hall to come out and show off if you are not good at learning and art?" Your son is like this, I didn't expect you, a student, to be like this.

Hearing Lin Fan scolding himself for not being good at the level, Mo Nanfeng gradually put away the smile on his face, and his face turned pale:

"If you take back your words now, kowtow three times in front of me, apologize to my son, and let you live."

Otherwise, today I will let you know the true prestige of the Beisheng Dao Pavilion!" Lin

Fan smiled indifferently

: "What if I say no?"

"Then you just wait to die!"

Mo Nanfeng's eyes were smeared with a layer of fierceness, and he said to the many disciples behind him:

"Give it to me, kill it and count it as mine." "

With the master to speak, plus their senior brother was defeated by Lin Fan just now.

These young and vigorous young people have long been holding back a fire to beat Lin Fan.

When the master really gave the order, all of them rushed up.

"Run, Lin Fan!" Zhuang

Nuoyan shouted.

She knew some martial arts history, but when she saw so many people killing Lin Fan alone, she still panicked in her heart, if Lin Fan was really defeated, she would die.

She clenched her fists tightly, and her nervous little heart was about to jump out, but Lin Fan was unmoved.

It's really pretending not to pick up the place, so many people fuck you kid, I don't believe you can escape this time.

Looking at Lin Fan, who was about to be surrounded, the corners of Liang Tongchen's mouth showed an imperceptible smile.

In fact, today, the Beisheng Martial Arts Hall came to the school to block Lin Fan, and he was the one who attracted him.

Originally, Mo Youfu was injured, and people who Xi martial arts competed with each other, which was a common thing, and Mo Nanfeng did not need to bring so many people to block the school, after all, it was a loss of master's demeanor.

But after Liang Tongchen knew that Mo Youfu was injured, he found the Beisheng Martial Arts Pavilion and said it.

told Mo Nanfeng that Lin Fan not only injured his son, but also slandered the Beisheng Martial Arts Pavilion and so on, which completely angered Mo Nanfeng.

When Mo Nanfeng saw it today, he found that this kid was indeed rampant, and he believed Liang Tongchen's words even more.

Lin Fan was completely surrounded by many young men in white, but he didn't have any nervousness at all, the young people in front of him were just a group of chickens and dogs.

Seeing Lin Fan's expression, the people around him were even more angry.

Without waiting for Mo Nanfeng to order again, they all rushed up, just to make a name for the Beisheng Martial Arts Pavilion.

"Alas!" Lin Fan shook his head:

"Who told you that when there are many people in a fight, it works......"

He quickly crossed his hands together, forming a strange trick, as if it were a small mountain.

The onlookers only heard Lin Fan sigh lightly:

"The thirty-two styles of the Great Luo Wudian - the three Buddhist seals, shock!"

Lin Fan's handprint was gently pressed down, and a loud "boom" was heard.

The people around me instantly felt as if there was an earthquake under their feet, and they almost didn't stabilize their bodies.

When everyone raised their eyes and looked over, they saw that the dozens of Beisheng Daoist Hall students surrounding Lin Fan were all shocked and flew out, lying on the ground and wailing in pain, and no one stood up again.

Everyone was dumbfounded......

With just one blow, this guy shocked all the students of the Beisheng Daoist Hall?

It was a big surprise!

This kid really has crazy capital!

Looking at the students lying all over the ground, Mo Nanfeng's originally iron-blue face was like a dark cloud covering the sky at this moment, black and terrifying.

He stared at Lin Fan deadly, and said with a gloomy face:

"Okay, what a young and promising, Mo Nanfeng of the Beisheng Dao Pavilion, ask for your Excellency's high skills."

Mo Nanfeng slowly stepped out with his right foot, and all the martial arts true qi in his body was released, creating a terrifying air flow around him.

In an instant, his body was lightning fast, his feet rotated alternately in mid-air, and he attacked towards Lin Fan:

"This move, I'll see how Your Excellency can crack it." "

What Mo Nanfeng performed was his famous stunt whirlwind legs.

Relying on the rapid rotation of his legs, he attracts the martial true qi on his body and transforms his attack power into the greatest power against the enemy.

Lin Fan looked at Mo Nanfeng in mid-air, shook his head and sighed:

"There are many loopholes, what's the use of being handsome in your posture, it's in vain, it's flashy!"

He condensed the weird trick just now, and said,

"Sanfan Seal—Collapse!".