God of Life

The moment the two knives fell, they didn't really adjust their gravity.

Meanwhile, another sportsman rushed just 2 meters in front of Wang Yan, lifting his leg to kick.

The boy was about 185 tall, strong and fat, afraid he was not a good man to practice lead ball.

By contrast, Wang Yan, squatting on the ground, looked extremely weak and pitiful.

“Ahhh! ”

The girls screamed again and again.

“Careful, Wang Yan! ”

White Zi finally finished shouting that reminder.

But...

Looks a little late.

Seriously, if Brother Leadball uses his shock inertia, why don't he just kick over and the dog will definitely roll over on the spot.

He's not a fucking Super Saiyan. He practiced his fists and slipped out of the ground. His feet were in front of him. He must have rolled over and dodged!

However, that scene was so handsome and frightening that everyone saw it panicked.

There was a shadow in his heart, and he slowed down more than a beat, dragged mud with water, and hesitated.

Wang Yan grabbed the time difference of about 1 second. Finally, he adjusted his center of gravity. His right hand held up on the ground, his one leg stretched, and he went out.

Dive into your body, stick to the floor, and rush one step to the other.

Block each other's waist with one hand, turn around with one hand, and turn behind each other less than half a second.

At this moment, the inertia of the forward stroke is still not completely eliminated, and Wang Yan has held each other's waist with his hands and legs across the roots!

Brother Leadball just lifted one leg, the lower plate was empty, Wang Yan held his strength, and headed back to the iron plate bridge...

Gracie Jujutsu Prohibition Must Kill - Lower Back Hug!

Boom!

After a heavy muffled noise, the whole stadium solidified.

Not only was the Watchparty shocked and stunned, but even the two sides, who were fighting with fire, turned back stunned.

Collectively, they were then hit with 10,000 points.

Fuck Nima!

What the hell is that?

Wang Yan's move was too fast. In fact, a lot of people didn't see the process at all. They just saw the result ——

Big and small arch bridge bent backwards, head at least 10 cm from the ground, and that 200 kg upward lead, like a dead meat, fell silently.

Life and death are unknown.

When Wang Yanliso rolled up, two chest buttons on the shirt were rubbed open, revealing part of the chest muscle.

Wide chest with slight ups and downs due to slightly impatient wheezing.

Crude clavicle, flapping like butterfly wings.

A fierce, wild aura that emanates from the details of muscle tremors is stunning and daunting.

When Wang Yan's eyes accidentally crossed the crowd, the boy was chilly and the girl strangled her hands... her hands really didn't dare to breathe.

Wild wandered his eyes back, bent over and grabbed Brother Leadball's hair, lifted his head and weighed carefully, relaxed.

Well, it's just a little backward, actually, it's not that bad.

That wrestling technique just now is too harsh. It belongs to a mismatch, and it is forbidden to kill anyone.

Wang Yan deliberately harbored his strength, didn't smash it with all his might, and put the other party's falling position on his shoulder instead of his neck, he was afraid of an accident.

Now make sure that the other person is safe and sound, and the mind is at ease.

Release Brother Leadball's hair, his big head landed on the side of his face, and another burst of stuffiness.

Wang Yan gracefully stood up and drank violently: "Stop fucking! ”

The people who had stopped for a long time shook.

Cruelty!

Too much brutality!

Brother Wang, you're a freak!

President Wang was kind enough to check the other party's status, but was mistaken for a replacement knife. Really good people don't pay well!

But finally, there was a harvest - a mass beating - that was completely contained.

Wang Yan took down four chills, stepped on the top of his foot, and fell on his back the strongest, leaving three small miscellaneous fish, so he couldn't move.

Slowly walking towards Chen Xiaoming - a little tired, was intended to slowly sneak into the past to breathe, and the museum somehow calmed down.

Hmm?!

Are you waiting for my brother to speak?

What have you been thinking...

Wang Yan thought it was a little funny, and the pressure of fire instantly released half.

Then, without waiting to open his mouth, his brother-in-law grabbed Chen Xiaoming's hair, pressed him against his head and bent down.

“Aren't you fucking crazy? Come on, talk to my brother Wang again! ”

Chen Xiaoming sighed, painfully, but refused to accept the soft.

At this time, such as Yu rushed up from the rear, holding his middle finger and gripping his fist, “Pfft," Chen Xiaoming's back leg was in the center of the upright position.

“Oops... Oops...”

Chen Xiaoming shouted out, instantly smashing his brother-in-law, smacking and falling on the floor, rolling.

Like a salted fish that comes and goes.

Hiss!

The boys and girls present, all in one sip of cool air, looked at the eyes like jade, it was called a scare and complication.

Wang Yan couldn't help but laugh.

Your grandfather's jade!

Can I get rid of this shit?

But you can't blame the slut for watching Yu's swollen face hang with a smile to relieve hatred.

Yeah, just be happy.

Looking at Chen Xiaoming temporarily unable to go online, Wang Yan turned around helplessly. A week in the loop, he asked out loud: “Who speaks? ”

No one answered.

Little sigh, a moment of silence, turning back to the barbarian.

The elderly people in the courtyard immediately spread out and stared nervously at Wang Yan.

Once again, the man whispered to the barbarian: “Brother, do you want to do that? We're crowded! ”

The barbarian replied in two words, stunned for half a second.

“Stupid beep! ”

Wang Dashao walked to the crowd without hesitation. He saw the ancient blue shrinking his head and waved to him: “Dude, help me get my car keys. ”

Ancient green skin was red, seemed a little embarrassed, but thinking about it, he asked Miaomiao, “He, do you have the car keys? ”

He Miaomiao, um, answered and handed him the key.

Ancient Ziqing stared at everyone. Don't twist the key to Wang Yan. Turn around and leave.

Wang Yan grabbed each other and laughed: “Dude, I'm sorry about that. Thanks for the face. I didn't make any more noise. I have two cigarettes in the trunk of my car. I'll take one pack each later. I'll thank you. ”

Throw the key back to Ruyu: “Go get the cigarette and the bag with the cash in the trunk. ”

If Jade wipes a nosebleed, he turns around and runs out of the gym.

Gu Ziqing was grabbed by Wang Yan. He couldn't help himself. He didn't know what to do.

Wang Yan patted Guzi's green shoulder and continued to walk towards the barbarian bull.

He stopped a foot a meter away and said with a smile, "Brother, do you think you can talk? ”

The barbarian cow held his chest with both hands, as if he were on the enemy's side. “How does it work? What if it doesn't work? ”

Wang Yanhe smiled, no longer bloody, fighting Wang, to be the class leader of the economic class.

“If what you say works, that's it for us and Liangzi in the gym. I'll pay for the medical bills. One thousand each. We should see the wounds, drink and drink. We haven't had a fight today, okay? ”

“Psst!”

Barbarian grins: “What does this have to do with us today? ”

Wang Dashao nodded frankly: "Yes, that's okay, so I'll take you for a favor. ”

He hesitated a little.

Four or five seconds later, he shook his head, “Sorry, we don't want to get mixed up. ”

If you help, squeeze the sports department's schoolmates' clothes soft, and the brothers will definitely have their opinions.

It could hurt prestige.

And what good is your affair?

In one word, many men in the courtyard felt frowning and proud.

So what if you have money to fight?

We don't give a shit!

And Dutch beans, Song Chen, He Miao Miao and others all looked at the barbarian cow with the eyes of a silly beep.

There's nothing harmful about Bailey, don't you dare do it?!

You're retarded!

Without social grinding, some of the college students are rich and others are far away from the rich generation. People are willing and unable to force themselves.

“Okay, remember what you're saying now. ”

Wang Yan simply nodded and turned around and left.

If you can guarantee that they won't be involved, it won't be anything. So what about the sports students, one talk at a time?

The first persuasion object, Wang Yan chose Brother Gao.

Muscle strain and nosebleeds are minor, but a severe psychological blow is the best target.

Walking to the jumper still sitting on the floor, half squatting straight at each other and asking softly, "Dude, how much is 1,000 bucks? Don't worry about our injuries. Take the money and we'll be clear. ”

Looking directly at Wang Yan without any emotion, Jung Gao insisted for only two seconds and lowered his head.

“Okay, I fell myself, it's none of your business...”

Not too loud, but enough to make the neighborhood heard.

“Okay.”

Major Wang took the initiative to pat each other on the shoulder: “If you don't know each other, my name is Wang Yan. ”

“Uh... my name is Zhang Mingliang...”

Big Major's friendly attitude made him push another one.

The point is that there is a huge back and forth difference, which is simply inappropriate.

Brother Leadball, who was so miserable, climbed up, limped and turned, and walked to Wang Yan.

“Brother, you are a man of war, I will serve you! That's it! ”

Sports boys involved in fights gave up their resistance.

There is a soft suit and the rest of nature is in order.

The point, of course, is that Wang Yan's approach is convincing and everyone feels comfortable.

There are no students willing to admit to fighting as long as they are not caught in action.

Even though star masters rarely dismiss students for similar things, there's always too much to get away with.

Mutual compensation for medical expenses is actually equivalent to no one having to pay for the injuries themselves.

Now you can get an extra $1,000, purely for nothing.

There are a lot of people who don't care about 1000 bucks, and more.

Just as Yu came back with a bunch of things, Wang Yan waved: “Count the money to the brothers in the gym, 1,000 each. ”

Left them behind, the young man turned his head toward the last - the owner, Chen Xiaoming.

“Brother Ben, you're all that's left. Now, what do you want? ”

Chen Xiaoming bites his teeth up: “I don't want your fucking money...”

Pfft!

Wang Yan slapped him in the back of his head and laughed: “Did I tell you I was going to give you money?! ”

Not very strong, but Chen Xiaoming's eyes were red.

“You…”

Pfft!

“Call Brother! ”

“I…”

Pfft!

“Call yourself a dick! ”

“Grass…”

Pfft!

“I can slap you into the wilderness, believe it or not? ”

“I…”

Pfft!

Without waiting for Wang Yan to speak again, Chen Xiaoming went mad.

“Letter! I fucking want to say I do! ”

Pfft!

Chen Xiaoming didn't say a word and looked up angrily. He seemed to be asking: What the hell is this about?

Wang Dashao sneered: “I don't believe it. Brother, how can I spend so much time with you? ”

“What the hell do you want?! Ah?!"

Chen Xiaoming completely collapsed and almost cried like a 200-kilo dog.

Wang Yan slowly slipped down the path.

“First, go bow to Song Chen and apologize;”

“Secondly, the school asks, there is no group fighting, only you and I fight;”

“Third, if you curse first, you do it first;”

“Fourthly, if your parents have a problem, come talk to me directly. ”

“Do you understand? ”

Chen Xiaoming nodded foolishly, wondering why Wang Yan put the blame on him.

Song Chen was even more moved. He jumped out against it: "Brother Wang, it's none of your business. I'll carry my hand! ”

“Fuck off!” Wang Yan waved impatiently, "How much bigger can your little body carry? Brother, there's nothing wrong! ”

Song Chen still had to grind. Wang Yan's phone suddenly rang. He was actually the mentor, Wu Chengjian.

“Hello? Wang Yan, are you in the gym? Me and the security are on their way! You didn't fight, did you? Give me another minute! ”

As soon as the phone was turned on, Wang Yan heard Wu Chengjian's anxious voice.

“I'm fine... which door did Jian go through? ”

“Front door? You...”

Beep beep...

Hang up the call directly, jump up a little less, urge the white boy to work.

“Dumplings, go to the front door and drag Jian! ”

I'll greet you later: "What's on your mind? Get out of the back door now! ”

“After a class of boys, you don't have to attend the New Year's Eve party at night, go to the hospital to see if you're hurt, go home to feed! ”

Everyone immediately broke up.

Song Chen tried to grind and was kicked in the ass by Wang Yan.

“Fuck off. Fuck off. Don't mess with me! ”

Like Jade and Squirrel, he dragged Song Chen and ran out to persuade him as he ran.

“Chen, Brother Wang, at best it's a warning. None of this matters! ”

“If you really don't mind, ask your sister to come over for a small barbecue...”

Song Chen's silence suddenly accelerated his footsteps.

In the blink of an eye, only Wang Yan and Chen Xiaoming remained in the middle of the field.

Wang Dashuo glanced at the blood on the ground and grabbed people everywhere. He Miao, a young lady, was only seen.

All right, let's do it.

“Miao Miao, go find mop, cloth, tissue, get the blood on the ground! ”

“Okay!”

He Miaomiao's eyes lit up, pulled out the tissue and flushed it upside down.

Looking down in front of the blood, his eyes suddenly lost focus, his face was white, and he sat down on the ground softly.

Covering his face, he looked at Wang Yan in awe.

“Wang Yan, I'm bleeding...”

The young man stared at her, his head as if it had been hit by a scum truck, buzzing.

So you rushed over... what exactly are you doing here?!

He chewed his teeth straight and slapped him in the back of Chen Xiaoming's head.

“You fuckin 'fell in love with this idiot, and then you looked at me like I didn't like it, and finally something so big happened?! ”

He was beaten before, just a sore scalp.

He Miao was beaten in front of his eyes, and his heart ached 100 times more than his body.

“Wang Yan, I fought with you! ”

Head down and pounce.

Fighting Wang was about to take the maid back with one foot. He glanced at Wu Chengjian and the security guard who had just rushed into the gate. He immediately closed his legs and retreated, turning to greet the guide.

Pfft!

When Chen Xiaoming fell on his head and rubbed his face against the floor, Wang Yan had begun to complain of distortion.

“Teacher, Chen Xiaoming hit me! ”

Chen Xiaoming looked up stunned and felt that his outlook on life had been devastated.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...”

All of a sudden, I heard a silver bell-like smile just around the corner.

Looking back, He Miaomiao was patting the floor, tears were almost coming out.

Click... click...

Chen Xiaoming's teenage heart, one by one, began to drop the scum.