Zhang Fan looked at Weng Shuang's knee-high cheongsam and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Oh my God, how do you carry this?

This is a cheongsam, eldest sister.

And it's the forked, it's almost up to the buttocks, and this leg is parted, and it's not gone.

Half-assed outside? This is her own woman.

Zhang Fan will not let others take advantage of him.

After going around Weng Shuang's side, Zhang Fan decided to hold it and go.

Immediately, Zhang Fan squatted down, hugged a princess, and hugged Weng Shuang.

"Yikes!"

Weng Shuang was taken aback by Zhang Fan's sudden hug.

The next moment, she leaned on Zhang Fan's arms with her cheeks crimson, and a pair of pink jade arms wrapped around Zhang Fan's neck.

Seeing this, Ye Yanran couldn't look ugly.

Seeing Weng Shuang looking like such a bird, she had only one thought in her heart.

It's over, it's over, this girl is completely fallen.

Isn't it just three hours of cannoning, as for it!

Zhang Fan is not very handsome!

With a sense of indignation, Ye Yanran came directly to the intersection, stopped a taxi, snatched Weng Shuang from Zhang Fan's arms, and got into the car with him.

"Come directly to my house when you get treatment another day. Zhang Fan said to Weng Shuang with a wicked smile.

"Get out..."Ye Yanran shouted angrily and immediately asked the driver to drive away.

Looking at the two who left, Zhang Fan's mind was full of crazy pictures with Weng Shuang.

This little goblin is really abrasive.

Especially the frosty face with a charming posture, and the mature delicate body blooming with attractive colors at any time, he really can't hold it.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been crazy for three hours.

was idle, Zhang Fan also went to buy a new mobile phone, changed the card, and immediately walked to Hua Ling's side.

The moment Zhang Fan appeared, Hua Ling's group screamed.

"Captain, didn't you say that this pervert won't come, why is he here again, God, do you want anyone to live. ”

The corners of Hua Ling's mouth twitched, how do I know.

"Now, train you to fight, come on. Zhang Dongyang beckoned to Zhang Fan.

Firearms, for Zhang Fan, can be regarded as proficient, listening to the wind and catching shadows, Zhang Fan is also perfect. Originally, it would be good to let Zhang Fan master these two skills in the next few months, but Zhang Fan's learning speed made him have to teach martial arts in advance.

Fistfight?

Zhang Fan is also interested.

Especially thinking about his father's beating of the fifth brother in the Starlight Hotel, he was so envious.

Although he now has three kinds of martial arts, such as Split Muscle Wrong Bone Hand, Thunderbolt Palm, and Butterfly Dance Steps, he is still at the level of a primary school student when it comes to fighting.

"Come on, too. Zhang Dongyang beckoned to Hua Ling, and in an instant, a group of people began their fighting journey.

Originally, Hua Ling didn't like the tutorial of martial arts, after all, as a special police officer, he was not bad at martial arts.

But after Hua Ling was beaten dizzy under Zhang Dongyang's first round, a group of people immediately became interested.

And Zhang Fan is also extremely excited.

This is much better than the Thunderbolt Palm, which has to be used in conjunction with the breathing method. However, in martial arts, there is no need at all, and at any time, you can exert the perfect strength of your body.

Moreover, his attributes can be improved at any time.

For example, taking a blood, such as breaking through the limits of the body, or an attribute potion drawn from the system.

Especially the marrow potion, one shot is all stat +5. In case of bad luck and ten shots, wouldn't it be better than my father.

After all, his current attributes are not much worse.

And he still has more than 90,000 spirit points in his hands, and before he goes to become a soldier, his spirit value can be increased several times.

"Fighting is something that comes out of fighting, not something that is seen. Zhang Dongyang directly pulled Zhang Fan out, and then implemented a one-man confrontation.

For the first time, Zhang Fan walked two rounds and was blown away by a punch.

The moment he was blown away, he had only one thought in his mind.

How can it be!

Anyway, his current attributes are not bad.

Moreover, in Dad's steel ball training, his reaction speed is already very fast.

However, it was not possible to go for two rounds.

There are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains.

At this moment, Zhang Fan finally understood this truth.

In the following time, Zhang Fan's daily routine was to conduct confrontation training with his father in the training ground.

On the first day, he returned home almost completely covered in black.

The next day, he was able to walk ten rounds in Zhang Dongyang's hands.

Day 10, 30 rounds!

Forty days, two hundred rounds!

On the fiftieth day, I played for an hour, up and down.

Hua Ling's group of people once again fell into an incomparably heavy rhythm.

An hour.

Damn, so far, in Zhang Dongyang's hands, they have been beaten all over the ground looking for teeth after holding on for less than ten minutes.

Moreover, this is still the case when Zhang Dongyang left his hand.

As for Zhang Fan, it's a rhythm of full firepower.

Especially when they saw Zhang Fan and Zhang Dongyang colliding with each other in the training ground, they all wanted to die.

Damn, youkai!

Zhang Fan was lying on the training ground, sweating profusely.

Zhang Dongyang also sat on the ground with his butt on his head, grinning his teeth.

His eyes flashed with an incomparably complicated look.

The training time was less than four months, and Zhang Fan's strength has grown to such a point.

Fighting, spearmanship, and perverted physical fitness are no longer something he can train.

Although he has not yet recovered to the peak state when he was in the dragon group, his strength has recovered eighty percent in the fifty days of actual combat training with Zhang Fan.

What is the concept of eighty, that is at least the strength of the Dragon Group Reserve Team.

At this moment, he just wants Zhang Fan to enter the dragon group as soon as possible, and I'm afraid that there is only there that Zhang Fan can improve.

It's almost June, and the college entrance examination is coming soon, and there are still two months to go, and there can be improvement.

"Hua Ling, come here!" Zhang Dongyang beckoned.

"Instructor, what's the matter!" Hua Ling walked over weakly.

"After the college entrance examination, I will take Zhang Fan to the Gobi for the last will training, which may last until September. Zhang Dongyang said.

"Gobi?" Hua Ling's eyes widened.

Will training, this Nima, can you use such a life?

Oh no, this is going to die.

In case you encounter some legendary Black Storm, how to play?

"Instructor, Zhang Fan is just a child. Hua Ling said in a trembling voice.

"Hey, what's just a child, Hua Ling, let's make a comparison. Zhang Fan stood up, his eyes shining sharply.

"Fuck off. Hua Ling ignored Zhang Fan, but stared at Zhang Dongyang deadly.

"Coach, are you really going to do this?" Hua Ling asked.

"Anyway, being idle is also idle, if you don't toss this kid well, he will be proud in the next few months. Zhang Dongyang said.

Hua Ling turned her head and glanced at Zhang Fan with pity.

This kid is really proud!