I Was Reborn in Japan, and Opened the Unparalleled in the Supernatural Drama

"Oh! Looks like you're done talking."

Fang Jing frowned, wasting half a day just for this, an impatient look appeared on his face.

His attitude and behavior also surprised several people, because they thought Fang Jing at this time would make his legs weak from fright.But his current appearance is completely indifferent to everyone.

"Also, what you said is true? Are you not afraid that I will expose you?"

Thinking of Fujiwara's speech just now, Fang Jing was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party would actually get the English teacher Sasamori. Speaking of which, the female teacher has always acted very pure.

"Scared! I'm so scared—!"

Fujiwara had a weird smile on his face, and a haha ​​sarcasm came from the side. He winked at his two followers, and the latter picked up a camera.

"The Internet is very convenient, so in order to make you shut up, I had to strip your lower body and take a few photos..."

"Don't worry, it's not the first time we've done this, and the method is very skilled."

"Hey! But it's the first time for a man!"

"Fujiwara, how do you want to shoot?"

"I think it's best for him to set that up..."

"That's so boring. His place is very small at first glance, and it's not worth seeing at all."

The three discussed obscenely. Fujiwara was smiling at first, but suddenly, he coldly threw an uppercut from below.

He often uses this move in street fights, and this move is almost invincible, basically no one can react to his sudden face-changing move.

"Canopy!"

The fist made a strange sound, it didn't sound like hitting someone's stomach.

At this moment, Fujiwara thought something was wrong, the abdominal muscles hit by his fist were like hard iron blocks stacked together.

"call."

Before the strength of the fist was released, Fang Jing exhaled and made a sound, which was using the hard qigong of rigid and soft flow.

When he was attacked, he inhaled in advance, using the structure of the human chest to expand the chest and lungs, and the muscles tightened to strengthen his own ability to resist blows, and he waited until the attack stopped before exhaling.In this way, people's ability to resist blows can be strengthened.

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Chapter 11

　　Fujiwara is the main force of the basketball club, and his strength is not small, but in front of Fang Jing, who has mastered the qigong of rigidity, softness and hardness, this punching strength has no effect at all. ☆Three*=eight*read*book☆

This level of fist is completely painless.

Using the anti-strike skills of karate, it is completely possible to carry it head-on.

Strength, stamina, and speed, the improvement of these three attributes directly strengthened his body by a large amount.

He couldn't help grinning.

"Very good! Very good... If you want to blame, you will blame yourself for doing it first."

In an instant, his toe kicked Fujiwara's shin like lightning.

In an instant, severe pain rushed out like an electric current, making Fujiwara's face flushed as if he had spilled ketchup, and he squatted down.

"you wanna die!"

At the same time, another follower noticed something was wrong, and rushed forward with fists raised.

The movement is too slow and dull!

With this idea popping up in his mind, Fang Jing took a step and elbowed Fujiwara who was blocking in front of him, turned his body around, with his upper body protruding, and his fist fiercely hit the opponent's fist.

Clap!

As the punches collided, Fang Jing felt a slight pain in the bone of his hand, but he didn't care at all, because the guy on the other side was in more pain than himself.

The man's fist bones made a fragile sound, he opened his mouth and screamed, his whole face turned blue, and he retreated repeatedly while covering his broken fist.

The last footman roared and smashed it with a bat in his hand.

Fang Jing stepped aside sideways, moved with a sliding step, his figure flickered, avoided the bat, and slapped the opponent's face with his left hand, causing his nose to bleed.

Next, he chased after him, kicked several times, and hit the opponent's lower abdomen, causing the servant's entire waist to bend like a boiled shrimp.

At this moment, the still-moving follower got up from the ground, roared, and suddenly rushed up from the rear master, hugging Fang Jing's waist tightly.

snort!

Fang Jing turned around, and the strength of the waist horse almost threw the opponent into the air. He found a gap, turned around and hit the opponent's back with an elbow. The guy staggered and fell to the ground with a slap .

Fang Jing finally realized that he has indeed become stronger. His series of movements are smooth and flowing, and almost instinctive movements of the body. He does not need special control at all. He can swing his fists and feet with skillful movements and knock down three people in a row .

But even so, his right fist was also slightly injured, and the skin on the phalanx was worn out.

"You bastard—!"

Naturally, Fujiwara was not familiar with it. He had good strength, plus he exercised regularly, so he shouldn't suffer from conflicts with others, but after all, he had never learned martial arts seriously. Fujiwara rushed up from the right side and punched him.

Fang Jing suddenly turned around, stretched out five fingers and grabbed Fujiwara's fist.

"I don't like the way you speak to me."