Squeak ~

The driver drove into the alley, stopped behind a single-family building, and stammered: "That's it, he asked us to catch you and go in through the back door."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help looking at the trunk. Whenever he thought of Fang Chen's clean and ruthless scene, the driver felt a sense of chill from the bottom of his heart.

You said this is an ordinary college student?

I can go to yours!

He had already dug out the people from Hongyun Martial Arts Hall and the 18th generation of ancestors and scolded him N times. If he hadn't been lucky, his life would have been abandoned today.

The driver turned around and asked earnestly: "Brother, I, can I leave?"

"etc."

Fang Chen got out of the car, dragged the body in the trunk down, wrapped his ankles with their coats for several times, as if he was dragging two dead pigs and kicking the iron door and walking in.

Inside the martial arts hall.

The shouts came to an abrupt end, and everyone looked back when they heard the sound.

When Fang Chen walked into the room, the female student couldn't help but sigh, "This little brother is so handsome, but why does it have tomato sauce on his face? But this is more lustful...

But soon, someone noticed something was wrong.

When the coach smelled a strong smell of blood, his face changed drastically and he shouted without hesitation: "Others retreat, retreat quickly, this guy is in danger."

Bang!

Heavy objects landed on the ground.

The martial arts hall suddenly fell into silence.

Fang Chen chewed the milk candy, his eyes swept across them one by one, and suddenly kicked two pieces of blood, three or four hundred kilograms of things: "Are you the owner of the museum?"

"Wang Gang..."

The coach swept over two bloody corpses, especially his head that almost turned into rotten flesh, and couldn't help but shiver and glared at Fang Chen: "Who are you? Why do you kill them?"

"The answer is not the question?"

Fang Chen licked his lips, looked at the entrance of the stairs, and said softly: "My name is Fang Chen. Judging from the blood relationship, I am Fang Yu's younger brother. This time I came here to figure out something."

"What kind of grudge did your Hongyun Martial Arts Hall have with Fang Yu? Why did you use external tricks to kidnap me, an ordinary college student who has long been cut off from ties?"

Fang Chen?

The coach's pupils contracted. He just felt that this person was familiar with him. It turned out to be Fang Chen.

Damn it, isn’t he the first floor after the day?

How can Wang Gang and the others be beaten like this?

Ordinary college student?

I can go to your uncle.

After looking at the two people who were motionless, the coach's inner horror became stronger. Wang Gang and the two of them were both of the second level of the acquired level. According to the information, they should stabilize Fang Chen.

this……

He suddenly came to his senses and glanced at the shocked students, and his heart thrust: "What kidnapping? What about Fang Chen and Fang Yu? Don't talk nonsense and slander me, Hongyun Martial Arts Hall, you can't afford the consequences."

No matter what, this matter must not be related to the martial arts school, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with...

"Don't say it?"

Fang Chen's eyes flashed coldly, and he suddenly took a step forward, his arms flexed and stretched like steel guns, and he instantly came to the coach, and the distance was about a foot, and his movements were as fast as he could.

not good.

The coach's pupils shrank. At least he was at the fourth level of the acquired level. While Fang Chen was moving, he smelled a dangerous breath and instinctively slid backwards, raising his hand to resist.

However, Fang Chen's seemingly strong fist turned into a weak and boneless like a serpent as soon as he approached. He rubbed his forearm and invaded. His fingertips were tightly tight like a poisonous snake, poking it accurately and viciously on his shoulder.

hiss!

The coach suddenly felt his arms sore and numb, and his whole left hand seemed to be useless for a moment, and he couldn't use any strength at all. His body couldn't help but stagger and sway. The mid-line hollow gate was immediately exposed to Fang Chen.

It's finished.

The coach's eyes contacted Fang Chen, capturing the ferocity in the other party's eyes, and his limbs were chilling like falling into an ice cellar. An emotion called despair quickly grew in his heart.

Scream, silly...

With a rustling sound like silk, Fang Chen was wrapped around his weak left arm, and his hands were suddenly buckled in tiger claw rings, locked on his top and forearms one after another, and then twisted them in an interlaced manner.

Click.

The coach's face was blue and white. As his arms twisted into strange angles, sweat beads oozed out, but his cheeks were biting tightly, and he only let out a muffled groan.

Bang ~

Fang Chen stumbled and kicked the side, and the side of his shoes hit the inside of his calf. The soreness prompted him to shorten his body, and his face seemed to have a dye shop opened, which was a purple...Bang!!!

Fengyan fist is in the chest and abdomen.

Physical pain can no longer be curbed by will.

"Um...puff..."

The coach's body suddenly arched, like a ripe prawn. His snot and tears and saliva were sprayed out of his eyes, mouth and nose without control, and he couldn't even scream.

Sao!

Fang Chen's arm passed through his head, stuck on his neck and slowly contracted, his eyes still looking at the stairs: "Since I don't want to say it, then... stop talking."

Click.

The coach's weak struggle came to an abrupt end.

The strong body slammed on the ground weakly as Fang Chen let go, and then remained silently. His dim eyes looked at the stairs, as if he was asking something.

"call……"

Fang Chen breathed a breath and stared at the corpse on the ground silently, his eyes full of indifference.

The first time I killed someone, and I killed three people in a row.

Strangely, he was very calm and did not have the various reactions he showed in the movie.

A strong mentality comes from the fusion of practical experience when upgrading martial arts skills. He seems to have killed many people and fought countless times.

The most important thing is that he really has no psychological burden.

Guilt?

It does not exist.

If you want to kill me, I will kill you.

Then I feel guilty? Shabi?

"The fourth floor after the day? But that's it."

Fang Chen curled his lips and looked at him a little disdainful. The official statistics are really correct. The new generation of warriors these days are indeed worse than the previous generation.

Warriors are also humans.

People are afraid of death.

With the advent of the prosperous era of martial arts, martial arts schools were opened on the streets and alleys.

Since you are opening a martial arts school and doing business, you naturally have to hire coaches, trainers, waiters and other personnel.

In this case, many jobs were born. Without having to face demons and having security, this kind of work naturally became the choice of most warriors.

Of course, there are competition among peers.

As the number of martial arts schools increases, in order to promote enrollment, the teaching materials compiled, and the content of professors gradually began to extend to "appearance goods", which is inevitable.

Compared to being practical, it is still fancy and handsome, and it can fool people and attract fans.

As a result, under the trend of competition among martial arts schools, many warriors with different realms and strength have been spawned.

In the past, warriors were fighting and fighting, but now, warriors were practicing.

It is a common characteristic of the new generation of warriors.

This coach is typical.

It was obviously the fourth floor after the day, and it was one level higher than Fang Chen, but it was still killed within a few moves.

"You, you... you killed him?"

"How did you kill someone?"

"Murder!!"

"kill……"

Bang!
Chapter completed!