This villain lacks everything and is a bit wicked

"No, buddy, you really taught?"

"Hehe, Xia Qian is obviously polite and polite, why is Zhao Lan still kicking his nose on his face? Need you, a freshman, to teach boxing? "

Forget it, Zhao Lan, this is too blunt than pretending, and you can't pretend that you can't pretend."

"Look at Xia Qian, everyone is stunned!"

Zhao Lan just "pointed" two sentences, and the students who watched the excitement immediately couldn't hold back. It is clear that it is the party who was beaten, but he went to point out where the beating person was wrong.

Is there such a truth under heaven?

However, everyone knows Zhao Lan's personality, just when this guy is talking again.

It's just that if someone carefully observes Xia Gan's expression, they will find that his expression seems to be a kind of shame after being seen through?

In order to improve his own martial arts, Xia Qian's original intention was to follow Zhao Lan's train of thought, pretending to learn boxing, but in fact he competed. Unexpectedly, Zhao Lan had no interest at all, did not move, and said that he couldn't do it when he was finished!?

The most important thing is that I really can't do it!

As Zhao Lan said, Xia Qian's power is a "prejudgment" to some extent! However, because only "living things" can be analyzed and predicted, this ability also has a lot of limitations.

Simply put, dexterity is more than enough, and the killing power is not enough.

The three alien beasts in the second killing beast tide are dominated, and Xia Qian can also do it, but it will definitely not be as direct as Zhao Lan. This will make up for the lack of killing power by wanting to fight with Zhao Lan and want to exercise.

Unexpectedly, in just a few minutes, Zhao Lan saw through his old bottom, and according to his own situation, gave a solid suggestion!

Add your surroundings and use a layout similar to "playing chess" to force enemies into unfavorable terrain...

It seems that you can really get the most out of your own abilities!

However, as an old senior in his senior year, a super-first-class student who has been invincible for nearly four years, his face is still somewhat unbearable at this time....

It is estimated that it was influenced by Zhao Lan, Xia Qian smiled slightly, first suppressed and then raised: "The theory is good."

"But didn't you say you were going to teach boxing? If you can't get beaten up, you can't teach anything, right? Or do you only have some verbal skills, or beating skills?

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

No one expected that Xia Gan would say so many words in one breath!

You must know that when you meet Xia Qian in school, no matter who talks to him, even if the teacher talks to him, Xia Gan will only be hmm-ah-ah, and it is exactly the same as some action movies!

And listening to this tone, it seems that it is still deliberately imitating someone's yin and yang strange tone?

Xia Gan, don't you want to look like this, okay, where did the cold male god go before!?

Hearing Xia Gan's request, Zhao Lan's expression suddenly became strange, and her eyes seemed to look at a pervert. Is it bad to go through the motions casually? Do you have to be beaten up to be happy?

"Okay, since it's collecting money to do things, let's say okay first, I'll only punch one punch, I'm afraid that you will die, as for how much you can comprehend, it depends on your creation." In this regard, he was not easy to shirk, and finally reluctantly agreed:

just say, jump, rare to get serious.

Fists clenched, arms outstretched, a strange smile on the corners of his mouth and eyes.

Looks...... Like a father with open arms at the school gate, waiting for his child to throw himself into his arms?

"Here, look at the fist!"

In the next moment, Zhao Lan coldly shouted a prompt, and immediately twisted his waist, and his figure quickly approached at some incredible speed!

It was just an action of punching, and Xia Qian looked in a trance, as if he saw his father who was away all year round?

"Ugh!"

As Zhao Lan approached rapidly, the "father" in front of him also walked in the direction of Xia Qian, waving his right hand, as if he was calling himself over...

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters, three meters....

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the illusion that Xia Qian saw became more and more real.

Until there was only one meter left between the two, a fierce killing intent suddenly enveloped his heart.

Moment! Xia Qian woke up like a dream, sweating profusely.

"How, how is it possible!?"

While his gaze revealed horror, Xia Qian hurriedly urged the power, and even wanted to raise his arm to resist or stagger his position!

However, what is desperate is that no matter how Xia Qian struggles, the so-called supernatural energy, the so-called fist intent, as if he did not listen to the call, did not move at all!

It's ridiculous to say, since Xia Qian stepped into the martial arts, he has always considered himself extremely talented, no matter what kind of boxing exercises, he can quickly get started.

Playing casually with a set of boxing techniques, the fist intent flowing in the body, an ordinary person may not be able to achieve it after twenty years of hard training....

But!

When facing this punch, Xia Qian understood what the gap was.

That heavy, majestic fist intent that seemed to condense into substance, almost blocking any way of retreat for himself!

Simply put, the opponent's punch will be hit! And if you hit it, you will die!

"Gollum..."

After giving up the last struggle, Xia Qian gradually became calm, his throat rolled for a while, and he closed his eyes and waited for death. However, until two or three seconds passed, Zhao Lan's punch did not fall.

Wait for him to open his eyes.

Zhao Lan, whose head just blocked the sun in the sky, seemed to be full of warm light, which was completely different from the cold just now, and now it gave people an extremely safe and reliable feeling, making people feel like a spring breeze.

To put it mildly, Zhao Lan at this moment really looks like a father....

I saw that he slowly changed his fist into a palm, gently placed it on Xia Gan's head, stroked it twice, and said softly: "Don't be silly child, why am I willing to hit you?" "

Gentle voice, generous palms, and tall body shrouded in sunlight.

In an instant, Zhao Lan's image completely coincided with Xia Qian's memory of his father!

Unconsciously, Xia Qian's face turned red...

......

"Ah this... What just happened!?

"It's so strange, how do I feel that the father's smell on Zhao Lan's body is so strong."

"So, Xia Qian lost?"

"If it's really teaching boxing, there is no winning or losing, right? The other two didn't really fight, it's hard to say.

As the discussion gradually sounded, Xia Qian finally broke away from the mysterious realm just now.

Suddenly raised his head, only to find that Zhao Lan had walked out more than ten meters away.

Why does the other party give himself a "father" feeling when he punches?

Since he is facing his father, he naturally can't raise the desire to fight, and even if he mentions it, he will be taught a lesson by a more powerful "father"....

Could it be said that the true fist intent is not only a certain momentum, but a mysterious thing that can transform all things and can only be understood ineffably!?

"So it is!"

At this time, Xia Qian swept away the previous decadence, and the resentment towards Zhao Lan in his heart had long dissipated without a trace. On the contrary, a mysterious feeling surged into his heart, and he quickly sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and meditating.

"Woohoo!" A strange wind rose up and whistled around Xia Qian.

Xia Qian, who fell into a certain state of epiphany, had a variety of fist intentions on his body, sometimes like a mountain on his back, sometimes like a drop of water and a stone.

On the contrary, someone in the crowd saw the clue and couldn't help but exclaim: "Lie in the groove!" Xia Qian is going to be promoted to martial artist!?

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.