Living with a Teacher: The Merry Student

"Think you can beat me because there are more people?" Zhuo Yifan opened his feet slightly, half-bent his knees, and his hands were like dragons in the air, ready to go. \%_%_Original_Creative%_%\ Watching a little bastard who jumped at him trip him to the ground with a hook, and then kicked him in a whirlwind with his right leg, there was a piercing sound in the air, With a scream, the two of them were dealt with casually by Zhuo Yifan in the blink of an eye.

With the backing of local snakes like the bald man, the gangsters were not frightened by Zhuo Yifan, and they still attacked Zhuo Yifan one after another.

Zhuo Yifan turned around in a bit of boredom, and then hugged Wang Yan'er, who was screaming continuously by the arms of the gangster, in his arms. His short black hair drew a graceful arc in the air, and a wicked smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Yan'er was so frightened that she could hardly breathe, she just felt Zhuo Yifan put one arm around her waist, and her body spun rapidly, and in an instant, five or six people who were about to approach them were kicked away viciously.

Xiao Huangmao saw it from a distance, and muttered: "This is another trick." Then he felt cold all over his body, and when he looked up, Zhuo Yifan seemed to be looking at him, his sinister eyes were like a real knife cutting On top of his own wound, he couldn't help but tremble, and couldn't help taking a few steps back again. [

Zhuo Yifan punched and kicked, as if he was dancing casually, but the ground was full of punks, all wailing.

Only half of the more than fifty people rushing towards Zhuo Yifan were left at this moment, and no one could make a move under his hands.

Huang Mao couldn't help wondering, this Zhuo Yifan was so powerful and his origin was unknown, ordinary people might only have the life of delivering food.

It seems that only the real boss can cure this arrogant guy.

But what if even the boss can't subdue Zhuo Yifan?

Huang Mao looked back at the bald man with some horror, and found that the bald man's expression was also very serious, and he felt even more uneasy.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan had already pushed a large number of people to the ground, and was still holding Wang Yan'er, who was so frightened, in his arms, like a hero who saved the beauty.

"How is it? Are you still coming?" Zhuo Yifan asked Wang Yan'er to stand up, and then looked at the few punks who hadn't fallen down with a teasing tone.

They were hunched over in embarrassment, with pale faces, and under their feet were punks kicked away by Zhuo Yifan, all hugging the place where they were beaten and moaning.

"Give me all back!!"

The bald man finally couldn't stand it any longer, how many people dealt with an unarmed boy and still wiped out the entire army, making him feel his face was radiant, "I'm raising you for nothing!"

When the gangsters around Zhuo Yifan heard what the bald man said, they all ran back in a hurry, and those who were rolling on the floor also stood up hastily, and limped towards the bald man.

"Stop fighting?" Zhuo Yifan said in a strange voice, "Then my Yan'er and I will go home first. Take your time and play with your subordinates."

Then he took Wang Yan'er's hand and wanted to make a detour.

"Slow down." The bald man made a sound the moment they turned around, "It seems that you are not waiting for nothing, let me, Zhang Hui, learn your kung fu."

Zhuo Yifan paused, then turned to look at the bald man not far away.

I saw the bald man's obese body slowly leaning forward, his hands slowly placed on the floor, palms down, lying on the ground like a toad, panting heavily, his two hands Only one eye was squeezed by the flesh hanging down from the forehead.