Rebirth – City Cultivation

"What is he?"

Chen Fan did not look at the tall young man, but looked directly at Huo Donglai.

How sharp is his six knowledge, Huo Donglai’s dialogue with the old man’s party has already fallen into his ears, knowing that they are all eight poles and one pulse, and it is estimated that they will come to the martial arts gathering in Linzhou.

"In the next eight poles and one pulse, Gao Baisheng." The tall young man proudly said.

This name is also quite famous among the younger generation in the martial arts world. Gao Baisheng thought that Chen Fan would be moved. As a result, Chen Fan looked at his eyes without any fluctuations, as if he was just a cat and a dog.

"The chief instructor, this is my teacher, he has always had a bad temper." Huo Dong came to smile.

When practicing the eight-pole boxing, the temper is more irritable. The master of Huo Dong’s master, who is already eighty years old, is still more flamboyant than many young people.

"Chen chief instructor, I heard that you are in the martial arts, have entered the territory. I want to come to ask for two hands, you will not be afraid." Gao Baisheng holding a fist.

"What do you say? Our chief instructor will be afraid?" The tank was also anxious and screamed.

"Yeah, kid, you can't talk nonsense, be careful to throw you out."

Other members of the Dragon have also shouted.

"Oh? Is it?" Gao Baisheng looked around and his mouth was slightly scorned. "Chen Chen, instructor, this is the disciple you trained. I can't see it."

When he finished, he slammed his foot and used the shock of the eight-pole punch.

The ground shook a little, and when he lifted his leg, a deep footprint was printed on the floor.

Gao Baisheng is proud to look around, he is convinced that this foot can not be done by any member of the Dragon. Huo Donglai is even more surprised: "Yum, you have been a big success?"

This school yard is made of special cement, and the general warrior is not bad at all.

"Not bad." Gao Baisheng nodded.

Several instructors, such as the instructor, have changed slightly. This young inner strength is a master, and the eight poles are to be talented.

"Twenty years ago, there was a Huo Zhentang in the Eight Poles. After twenty years, wouldn’t it be a high-definition?" Gu’s inspector flashed a hint of haze. Don't look at him and Huo Dong to talk and laugh, but the eight poles and the family have always been awkward.

Many members of the Canglong are angry and incompetent, but they are powerless.

On gun law, on combat, and on killing, each of them is a nearly all-powerful killing machine. They are not afraid of battles in the battlefield or in the jungle. But in the close combat, it is inferior to these warriors.

"The chief instructor!"

The tank couldn’t help but cried.

"The chief instructor!"

The eagle eye also followed.

"General Instructor! Chief Instructor! Chief Instructor!"

All the dragons roared together.

Here is the Canglong base, the only special team in China, each member is selected from the hundreds of special forces. The result is now being bullied on the head, and they all breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts, looking at Chen Fan with a look of anticipation.

"Chen Chief instructor, let's take it!"

Gao Baisheng puts out a boxing ring, and he is calm and calm.

Chen Fan still stood there, looking at him without looking at him, but falling on Huo Donglai:

"You asked me to go to the martial arts party, so please?" Chen Fan said indifferently.

"The chief instructor, you listen to me!" Huo Dong came to hear the face changed, and hurry.

"No need to say anything more." Chen Fan waved and interrupted. "I will go there at the martial arts meeting, but it has nothing to do with your eight poles."

"Chen General Instructor" Huo Dong came to an emergency and hurriedly wanted to persuade. And Guo Xiaoman, who is next to him, has already said coldly: "You don't even dare to fight with my master, but also want to play for me?"

The two uncles of the eight poles and one pulse also nodded.

They were already skeptical about the news. How can there be such a character in this world? After the real meeting, it is completely scornful. ‘A hairy boy, dare to call a metaphysical master? ’

"Master Bo, you can persuade it." Huo Dong came to helplessly, only to look at the thin old man.

But I didn’t want the old man to look around Chen Fan, but he shook his head:

"I don't believe that he is a martial arts master. The real martial arts master has seen more than one, and who is not arrogant, how is he like?"

"Master Bo!" Huo Dong came to stunned.

I thought that this master, Bo, knew the right and wrong, and he turned to help.

"Don't come, you have no heart of martial arts." The thin old man issued the voice of Hong Zhong Da Lu: "When does my eight poles need someone to shake the scene? The old man's double iron fist can suppress this thousand miles!"

"Master Bo, you guys!" Huo Dong's gas can only shake his head.

This master's temper burst, leading to the second generation and three generations of disciples will not be able to do it. But I don’t know the characters like Chen Fan, so what can they humiliate?

Sure enough, I saw Chen Fan faint:

"If it's okay, please leave, here is the base of Canglong. You are not a member of the base. It is illegal to come in."

"Good! Good! Good!"

All the people in the eight poles have changed their faces, and the old and thinner are even more stunned. "The old man has been away for more than ten years, and even the base can't get in. It seems that this army is really cool." ”

When he finished, he turned and left.

After listening to his words, several instructors were blushing and wanted to explain, but the thin old man had turned around in an angry way.

"Hey, old instructor!" Gu instructor hurriedly screamed, seeing the thin old man does not look back. I was so helpless that I shook my head and looked at Chen Fan’s eyes, and there was a little dissatisfaction.

After the thin old man left, the two uncles of the Bajiquan also left.

Gao Baisheng also recovered his fists and regretted his sigh. It seemed to be sighing and not playing with Chen Fan. Guo Xiaoman went on one side and turned back: "Chen Chief instructor, we are waiting for you at the martial arts party. Don't dare to come when you don't arrive."

Say, send out a string of silver bells.

After they left, there were only Chen Fan, instructors and many members of the Dragon.

Chen Fan took a picture of the clothes and said "Continue training." He walked back to the room with a leisurely hand.

After Chen Fan left, the tank sighed and hated:

"Nyima is a pouch."

The cold face frowned: "With the ability of the chief instructor, you can shoot the **** high slap in a slap, why not shoot?"

"Who knows, maybe the chief instructor doesn't bother to shoot." The eagle eye comforted.

Although he said this, everyone's interest is still low.

Many people even raised a suspicion in their hearts: ‘Is this general instructor really not powerful? ’

‘But it’s impossible. Everyone is watching him fall from the sky. This forging effect is also very magical. ’

But no matter what, many people’s belief in Chen Fan’s invincibility has begun to waver.

Huo Donglai stood there and was still angry. A familiar instructor patted him on the shoulder and said: "Old Huo, don't think so, maybe our general instructor is parallel. So you can avoid your eight poles. Time to make a fool of yourself."

"How is it possible?" Although Huo Dong came to say this, but his heart could not help but tremble.

‘Yes, what if it’s really parallel? At that time, in the face of many martial arts peers, the eight poles can not bear this risk. ’

Thinking of this, he was prepared to give Chen Fan the thought of sinning and sin. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)