Chapter 2617： I am a black man who has practiced kung fu!

On his own, this "burly" figure that is developing in the vertical direction has its own tonnage.

It's just that moving up and down a little is "gasping for breath" and "getting out of breath".

At this point, what do you do to avoid the punch that came under the anger of this "nigger"?

I squinted at the iron fist that was like a casserole laugh, just a little in my pupil, a little bit of enlargement ... zoom in ... zoom in again ...

After seeing this, Qian Wenyi's heart died instantly. "Wow cool, cool ..."

Just aiming at the tendon meat of the "nigger".

If, if you really get hit by the "nigger" this time.

Well, even if it is not a "concussion", it is indispensable.

What is it called?

Is this called pretending to fail, anti-bèicāo? !!

After thinking about this, Qian Wen couldn't help closing his eyes in despair, and his heart was lamenting again and again.

"Uh-!"

However, just when Qian Wen was desperate.

At the moment of this swift strike, a big hand clenched the fist of the "Nigger" directly.

I saw that the dark face of this **** was like being smeared with tomato sauce, and the trend of "Guan Gong" was developing in minutes.

He stunned and tried to pull his fist out of Zhang Xiaofan's palm.

However, I don't know how to drop it.

The palm of his entire body seemed to be pinched by a "vise."

No matter how he used his "milk-like strength", he still couldn't take the slightest out of Zhang Xiaofan's palm!

Looking at the "black nigger" with his forehead exploding in front of himself and red face.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled coldly, then slowly let go of his left hand holding the "Nigger" fist, his voice was cold and quiet.

"I said friend, again and again and again!"

"Before, I thought that if you were a foreign friend, let me do two things first."

"If you're doing it alone, don't blame me for being polite to you!"

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan who ran out at the critical moment to "save the world", Qian Wen immediately looked happy.

Originally, the fear that had emerged from the previous heart was still fearful.

At this point, it seemed like the sea was ebb tide, and suddenly it was back to a clean place.

At this time, Qian Wenyi, as a whole, seemed to have found his confidence again, with a straight waist.

He farted, and farted ran to Zhang Xiaofan and gave a thumbs up.

"Hey, Xiao Fan has to count on you at critical moments!"

After taking this sentence, Qian Wenyi was also very self-aware and stepped back aside to start "watching the battle."

For Qian Wenyi, a "good friend" with himself, Zhang Xiaofan is also a black line in his head. He only feels his old face hot, and he regrets it secretly.

At that time, whether my mind was in the cement or the soy milk, and it was not good with whom to come out, it just happened to come out with this "big tease", how can there be enough to shame yourself ...

The "nigger" shook his neck, scratched his wrists, looked pale, fiercely, said;

"Little red guy, don't think that you can compete with Lao Tzu with two hits. It's true that I'm a black man who has practiced Kung Fu--!"