Chapter 153: Twenty-three Tones

"Let's get all the people. ”

Zhang Fan looked at the group of people rushing over, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.

Qin Le leaned against the wall, the cold sweat on his forehead rolling down like beans.

"Boy, hahaha, come on, go on, Lao Tzu today, I have to make you lie down. Qin Le's expression became crazy.

When has he, Qin Le, been beaten like this.

"Really!"

Zhang Fan tilted his head slightly, his body came to Qin Le's body like a ghost, he squatted down slightly, grabbed Qin Le's collar, and his arm was forced, and suddenly, Qin Le was lifted high by him.

"You really owe this mouth. Zhang Fan said, directly slapped Qin Le's face.

"Bang Bang!"

A few slaps, extremely crisp, even the more than 20 people who rushed over, were suddenly stunned in place.

Damn, this kid actually beat Qin Le again.

"Boy, you're looking for death. ”

An angry roar sounded, and a young man with a height of 1.9 meters rushed over directly.

Zhang Fan raised his head slightly, and at the moment when the young man ran over, he raised his legs.

The rushing figure froze suddenly, and then flew out upside down at a faster speed.

"Bang!"

The figure flew four meters away and slammed into the ground.

"Damn, it's so fierce, this guy, do you really dare to get up from the hospital bed? Damn, he only ran 47.192 kilometers an hour ago, how can he still beat people now. ”

"Senior Brother Zhang Fan is so handsome, I like it so much, what should I do, I can feel that my whole heart has been taken away by him. ”

From now on, I will be Zhang Fanfan!"

"+1, the fierce man in the world, as it should be, the road turns to a fan, a lifetime fan!"

"Brother, the gift rocket will go a wave to celebrate our little demon king Zhang Fan. ”

Suddenly, in the live broadcast room, all kinds of gifts flew all over the screen.

The entire corridor was silent, and even Ye Jingtian's eyes widened. This guy really doesn't stop for a moment.

Hehe, isn't it just a group of garbage from the Provincial Sports Commission, hit it, and when Xiong Lin came over, he wanted to ask, what kind of garbage did he raise with tens of millions of donations a year.

Is this kind of person worthy of being a sports athlete? It's just a discredit to the country.

"What are you doing so loudly, you have something to say. Zhang Fan said coldly, then raised his hand and slapped it loudly on Qin Le's face.

"I did it, what's wrong? I don't talk about you, the person who beat you like this, it's okay to pretend to be anything, don't you just want to be beaten, I'll fulfill you. Zhang Fan's hand kept waving.

In a moment, Qin Le's face was full of blood.

Teeth flew out, blood flowed.

It wasn't until that face was seriously deformed that Zhang Fan threw Qin Le to the ground. His eyes looked coldly at the more than twenty people who were stunned in the corridor, his eyebrows jumped, and he slowly spoke: "What are you doing in a daze, don't you want to fight, come here." ”

The sound was very soft, but it fell on everyone's ears like thunder.

The people around him froze in place like puppets.

"Damn, are you rice buckets, help me avenge me. Qin Le lay on the ground, unable to even speak, and the resentment in his eyes was extremely strong.

The next moment, the more than twenty people reacted, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and the next moment, they roared angrily and ran towards Zhang Fan.

More than twenty people, almost five rows, rushed in.

Zhang Dongyang stood beside Zhang Fan, his eyes were cold, like a god of death from hell, and a faint murderous aura made Zhang Fan shudder.

"It's a terrible breath. Zhang Fan couldn't help but shudder, thinking of his father's drastic methods last night, he suddenly said: "Dad, let me come with these miscellaneous fish, you are too heavy, go sit first." ”

The people around were stunned.

Too heavy?

Lying grass, you are about to cripple people, is this shot too light?

However, a group of people reacted the next moment, lying on the grass, Zhang Fan's father is also going to fight?

Nima, shouldn't you come out to mediate at this time? The other party is an athlete, Ya, more than 20 people, rushing over this time, can this guy Zhang Fan still stand?

However, to the surprise of a group of people, Zhang Fan's father actually nodded and really sat on the chair next to him.

Wocao, is this biological, Zhang Fan's father is really invincible. Nima, how wide is this heart?

A group of people in the live broadcast room were also very speechless.

"Damn, dare to bully my idol, S City, come over right away, wait. ”

"Bastard, you group of people are helping you, what are you doing standing, dozens of people, watching the show, paralyzed, this group of fake fans, Lao Tzu will fly over immediately. ”

"+1, I'm almost at the provincial hospital in S City, brother, remember to bring some bricks, there is no wall to tear down here, I'm very depressed. ”

"Come soon, brothers on the road, wait for me. ”

"Hehe!" Zhang Fan sneered, and the next moment, he grabbed the clothes on his chest with both hands, and suddenly, the clothes were torn by him, revealing his extremely strong chest.

This hand made the girls in the live broadcast room scream again.

"It's so cool, I feel like I'm in love. ”

"I'm going to S City right away, and my mom doesn't have to worry about me not having a boyfriend anymore. ”

"It turns out that this is the Prince Charming I have been waiting for, I always thought that my heart was made of stone, but this time, my heart was moved. ”

"How do I feel like I'm being force-fed dog food? ”

A group of single dogs only felt a sour heart.

“1!”

Zhang Fan whispered, he raised his leg and kicked directly on the knee of one person.

“2!”

Zhang Fan's palm was like a knife, cutting into a person's shoulder.

“3!”

Zhang Fan took a step back, grabbed the fire extinguisher beside him, and smashed it out.

“4!”

Zhang Fan was like a ghost, and when he came to a person's side, the monkey stole the peach.

“5,6!”

Zhang Fan grabbed the shoulders of the two with both hands, and his hands suddenly unfolded.

“23!”

The last sound fell, and the only one standing was punched by Zhang Fan and hit him on the chin.

"A bunch of garbage, ouch, no, sour, lie down. Zhang Fan said, turned around at dusk, walked to his father's side, and as soon as his body became weak, he lay on the chair paralyzed.

In the live broadcast room, it was as quiet as death.

At this moment, no one swiped the screen, no one gave gifts, everyone held their breath, looking at the more than 20 people lying on the ground, their blood boiling.

"Shhh

The sound of inhaling cold air came out of the throat of a patient, and the next moment, a group of people in the corridor were chilled.

Grass, twenty-three sounds, twenty-three people, just overturned?

Nima, is this an illusion?

One person bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly shivered in pain.

Damn, it's true.

Listening to the screams on the ground, a group of people were stunned, looking at Zhang Fan who was lying on the chair and shaking his legs, and they blinked violently.