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to be frank.

This is the patience of a chosen one.

It’s really strong.

He was an observer.

They almost couldn't resist the provocations from the thugs and girls.

result.

This chosen one actually managed to endure it for several minutes.

It has always been a group of ants.

She jumped around in front of him.

Don't care at all.

"Perhaps this is the demeanor of a cultivator."

Su Lin thought for a moment.

This patience is essential.

This is attributed to the practice of cultivating immortality.

A strange tale of rules in the Dark Test.

Short-tempered.

It's a very normal thing.

"As long as the result is the same, that's fine."

In the box.

I met that ordinary, aloof classmate, Chen Fan 633.

He actually knocked eight thugs away with a single punch.

Everyone else was stunned.

Wang Qiang, who was blocking the door.

He saw his eight subordinates, whose fighting abilities were far superior to those of ordinary people.

Like a broken rag doll.

It flew backwards, looking like it was on the verge of death.

Everyone was confused.

"Is this fake?"

"Flying that far, does this kid have that much strength?"

"Were these eight guys teaming up with that kid to sabotage me?"

"They want to murder me?"

Wang Qiang's mind raced.

I feel like I've fallen for the whole scheme.

Well known.

in this world.

There is no such thing as martial arts.

Those traditional martial arts.

When facing new styles of boxing, Sanda, etc.

It's like fancy but ineffective martial arts.

It had absolutely no effect.

at this point.

In numerous videos exposing counterfeits.

It has already been confirmed.

Everyone knows it.

Wang Qiang thought so too.

therefore.

When he saw his eight men flying backwards.

first reaction.

It means his own subordinates betrayed him.

He conspired with others to design him.

but.

After Wang Qiang roared.

He looked at his eight men.

There was silence for a moment.

Eight thugs, looking like they were about to die.

The ground was covered in blood.

This is what it looks like.

It doesn't look like acting at all.

And this time.

A strong gust of wind.

Suddenly, he appeared in front of Wang Qiang.

His body stiffened.

His face was covered in cold sweat as he looked up at the unremarkable face in front of him.

"Dare to provoke me, or you'll die!"

Chen Fan didn't waste any words.

A direct punch.

Blow Wang Qiang's head up.

then.

He glanced at the eight thugs again.

at this time.

The eight thugs had stopped screaming.

even.

He stopped breathing.

They have already gone to the Western Paradise.

They found that all the enemies had been wiped out.

The internal energy circulating within Chen Fan's body gradually subsided.

His gaze.

It landed on the girl Jinlian.

Why did you attack me just now?

"Just because of 100,000?"

Chen Fan's expression was indifferent, and his tone was flat.

And at this time.

Xu Qing and the other girls also came to their senses.

They stared at Chen Fan in disbelief.

The scene from just now.

It kept playing in my mind on repeat.

"Is this really Chen Fan?"

"Chen Fan, does he actually possess such terrifying power?"

"Could he be the legendary master of ancient martial arts?"

Chen Fan's mystery.