beauty hunter

Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Ten minutes later, Wen Yan followed Mi Ting to Xinxing Park, looking around while walking, "When was this park built?"

"Seven or eight years ago." Mi Ting said, "There are so many people exercising in the morning here that they wouldn't notice you and me."

Wen Yan nodded in agreement.

If you want to hide something, either where no one can see it, or where there are a lot of people, it's a good choice.

"Yo ho, the chick is quite upright!"

A blustery joke came suddenly.

At this time, the two had passed through the front area of ​​the park and arrived at a public exercise area at the back. There were twenty or thirty old men and women exercising in the morning, and there were very few young people.

A boy wearing only a vest stopped in front of the two of them, staring straight at Mi Ting with evil smiles on his face.

Wen Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

Do you want to slap your face so fast?Just said that it is not easy to be noticed.

Mi Ting raised her eyebrows: "Get out of the way!"

"He has a bad temper!" The man in the vest said with a hippie smile, "Is it because this kid can't satisfy you, so he is angry?"

Wen Yan beside him frowned.

Mi Ting hated the kind of people who had an obscene tone in front of her, she was furious immediately, and without saying a word, she just punched her with her hand.

boom!

The boy didn't expect her to do it, and he backed away with his head in his hands. His nose was hit hard, and tears and snot came out from the pain.

Mi Ting was about to chase after her, when suddenly two boys who were also only wearing vests stopped in front of her: "The beauty is so arrogant, brother will play with you!"

Mi Ting took a step back and put on a fighting pose: "Don't be cowardly, come on!"

"Stop!" A voice suddenly shouted beside him.

Wen Yan turned his head to look, and saw a burly man hanging upside down on the horizontal bar a few steps away, with his arms folded across his chest, and only his knees clamped the bar, but his whole body was motionless, more stable than holding on to it with both hands.

He was only wearing a pair of exercise pants, his upper body was naked, and his muscles were knotted.

"Brother!" The kid who was beaten finally regained his strength and shouted hysterically, "This girl hit me!"

A few exercising uncles around noticed the movement here, and they all looked at it curiously.

The big man loosened his legs and fell from the horizontal bar. He was about to hit his head on the ground. He suddenly flipped, and his head turned from head to foot, and he landed firmly.

Good waist strength.

Wen Yan couldn't help but think highly of him.

The movement is simple, but anyone who has exercised knows that it is difficult to do this kind of movement well if the waist is not strong.

This guy is a trainer.

The big man had rough eyebrows, was tall, and said coldly: "I didn't expect to get into trouble after exercising. This little sister, my brother is wrong, but you are too much."

Mi Ting didn't mean to be polite at all, and said sullenly: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to find a place for that stinky hooligan, just click, come!"

The big man's eyes were slightly angry, but he still shook his head: "I don't hit women."

"Then you will be beaten!" Mi Ting heard the big man's contempt, she was furious, and wanted to rush over.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed her.

"let me go!"

Mi Ting struggled.

"If you really want to fight, you are not his opponent." Wen Yan shook his head, "I'll do it."

Mi Ting was taken aback, and stopped struggling.

Is this guy helping himself out?

Wen Yan let go of her, took two steps forward, raised his eyes thirty degrees, and looked at the big man who was a head taller than him: "Start?"

Before the big man could speak, the kid whose nose was smashed by Mi Ting rushed forward and said viciously: "Do you still need my elder brother to deal with you four-eyed frog?" He punched hard.

Wen Yan moved suddenly, grabbed and pulled with his right hand, and stumbled slightly at the same time.

Before the opponent could react, he fell to the ground with a "click".

Pong!

Wen Yan said indifferently: "You scolded me just now, but now it's worth it."

The surroundings fell silent.

His movements are not very fast, but they are very neat and coherent, and the visual shock is even stronger, which shocks everyone watching.

The kid lay on the ground for a few seconds before turning over and getting up: "When did I tm scold you?"

"You said I can't do it." Wen Yan said seriously, "I'm solemnly correcting you now, not only can I do it, but it's far beyond your imagination."

"Ah?" The boy was stunned.

Mi Ting next to her blushed instantly.

This guy is an absolute hooligan!

"So it's a Lianjiazi!" The big man next to him shouted violently, raised his hands and bent his arms, "If that's the case, then I'm not welcome!"

"Wait!" Wen Yan shook his head, "You are no match for me to use force, let's solve the problem in another way."

The big man said in astonishment: "What?"

"Be civilized. It looks like you like to play with the bar, so let's compare this." Wen Yan walked straight past him and walked to the horizontal bar, "Do you know how to do pull-ups?"

The big man looked at him strangely.

What is the structure of this guy's head?

"Let's each form a group, whoever does more wins." Wen Yan turned to look at him, "The loser kneels down and kowtows to the other party to apologize."

The big man looked him up and down at his seemingly skinny body: "Are you kidding me?"

The people around all frowned.

It seems that this kid has good skills, but pull-ups rely on physical strength. This big man's upper limbs are very thick, and one arm can compare to the thighs of this four-eyed boy!

"Scared?" Wen Yan smiled, full of sarcasm.

"Ha!" The big man sneered, without further ado, walked under the bar, jumped easily, and grabbed the horizontal bar.

If someone wants to lose, there is no reason for him not to help.

Wen Yan stepped back and counted with a calm expression.

"one two three four……"

Mi Ting over there was a little worried at first, but suddenly remembered the issue of "strength" he had mentioned, and her heart moved immediately.

Let's talk about the shield.

Thirty pull-ups passed in a blink of an eye, the big man still looked very relaxed, and his movements were steady and not chaotic.

The people around shook their heads.

Look at this posture, this guy can do hundreds of them, and the four eyes lose!

Wen Yan still looked composed, counting at a leisurely pace.

Fifty.

seventy.

one hundred.

……

When it reached 150, the big man let go of his hand, adjusted his slightly panting breath, stepped aside, and looked at Wen Yan with disdain.

Wen Yan didn't talk nonsense with him, walked under the bar and took off easily, grabbing the horizontal bar.

"one two three four……"

The big Chinese imitated him and counted.

In the blink of an eye twenty years passed, Wen Yan's expression remained unchanged.

Mi Ting walked to the horizontal bar and couldn't help becoming nervous.

How many can this guy make?

After forty hours passed, the voices of discussion around gradually faded away.

When seventy passed, the big man was sweating slightly on his forehead.

I can't tell that this kid has a strong arm!

Ninety.

One hundred ten.

one hundred and thirteen.

one hundred and fifty.

After finishing the 150th one, Wen Yan let go and landed, looking at the big man with a calm expression: "You lost."

"It doesn't count!" The big man became angry from embarrassment, stepped forward and pushed Wen Yan away, "I didn't try my best just now, try again!"

Wen Yan smiled: "Okay."

"Let's change the way, one-handed!" The big man glared at him.

"Alright." Wen Yan answered quickly.

The big man sneered in his heart, thinking to himself that you are doomed, he made a vertical leap, grabbed the bar with his right hand, and pulled up.

Mi Ting saw a slight change in her appearance.

This guy's arms are so strong, if he really used his hands just now, he might be lying on the ground by now.

At this time, people from far and near had already noticed the commotion here, and surrounded them one after another.

Wen Yan slowly started counting again: "One, two, three..."

twenty.

fifty.

eighty.

……

The body of the bar continued to squeak, as if it couldn't bear the torture of the big man.

The people around were all stunned. Although they knew that this man had strong arms, no one knew that he was actually so strong!

At the 190th and seventh time, the big man finally couldn't hold on, slipped his hand, fell off the bar, sat down on the ground, panting hard.

Wen Yan praised: "That's right, with one hand at this level, you are considered a master of pull-ups!"

Just to be safe, the big man directly exhausted his physical strength. He struggled to get up after panting for a long time. He leaned on the bar and said, "It's...to...it's your turn!"

"But..." Wen Yan smiled, and jumped up to grab the bar again, "I'm a master of pull-ups!"

Everyone was stunned.

Left hand?

"One, two, three..." This time it wasn't the big man who counted, but Mi Ting next to him.

Thirty.

sixty.

Ninety.

……

"One zero seven, one zero eight, one zero nine..."

The big man gasped for breath, but his eyes widened.

This guy can actually do more than a hundred with his left hand? !

"One-three-five, one-three-six, one-three-seven..."

Someone around suddenly started counting, and after a while, the number of voices became more and more loud.

"One six nine, one seven zero, one seven one..."

The big man's face changed drastically, and he heard dozens of voices counting together in his ears, and his heart beat violently again uncontrollably.

Could this kid really beat him? !

impossible!

In an instant he froze.

"Ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight..."

No one stopped, and they were still counting at Wen Yan's pace.Everyone could see that Wen Yan didn't want one more victory this time, but wanted to show off, and they were all curious.

How many can he do?

"Two three nine, two four zero, two four one..."

Cold sweat dripped down the big man's forehead.

This guy is not human!

The three younger brothers beside him couldn't help counting.

"Three zero nine, three one zero, three one one..."

The sound of counting became louder and louder, and gradually changed from a calm count to a loud cry, and finally turned into a cry of cheering.

The sun that had just risen in the east gradually climbed up to the sky. After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yan suddenly stopped pulling up, and just hung on the bar with one hand, looking at the big man.

Seven hundred and nine!

Suddenly, enthusiastic applause erupted from all around, and even the three men in vests forgot their hostility for a moment, and applauded desperately.

Wen Yan's face was covered with sweat, but his expression was still calm, and he looked at the big man with a half-smile.

The big man gritted his teeth and suddenly knelt down.

The applause stopped suddenly.

"sorry!"

The big man roared.

Mi Ting stared at him blankly.

Wen Yan let go and let go, his left hand trembling slightly.

Even though it was him, he couldn't help but almost reached the limit at this time.

"I would like to accept the bet, I lost, and I apologize to you according to the agreement!" The big man said through gritted teeth, then suddenly leaned over and knocked down.

Mi Ting was taken aback and was at a loss.

She knows how to kowtow to the old man, but being kowtowed by someone is absolutely unprecedented!

Boom boom boom!

After three knocks, the big man suddenly got up, turned around and left.

The three vest men were stunned for a few seconds before they chased after him: "Brother, wait for us!"

Here is a warm word for Lamiting.

Mi Ting came back to her senses and quickly followed him away.

With such a big commotion, I have gained face, but I don’t want to practice ### in this park again!