Chapter 114: Retreat with a finger!

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The roar, like thunder in nine days, burst into the ears of the bald guy and others.

The bald guy had his big hand held high in the air, and he subconsciously paused, and an unprecedented sense of fear surged into his heart, as if he was being stared at by some wild beast.

The next moment, he just felt a strong wind coming behind him.

Then there was an extra figure out of thin air between myself and Song Wanqing.

Looking intently, he was a young man of seventeen or eight years old, tall and tall, with extraordinary momentum, but could not hide the immaturity on his face. He looked like a high school student at best.

"call……"

At this time, the bald guy's heart sighed with relief and relaxed.

In his opinion, the guy in front of him was just a boy with no full hair, and his voice was louder at best, which shocked him.

But now, there are more than a dozen brothers around him, and one punch is enough to knock this kid down.

Thinking of this, a vicious look flashed across the bald's face, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Huh...boy, dare to dispose of me when I open my mouth. Do you know who I am? I don't know where I am? I don't know where I am. He wants to learn from other heroes to save the beauty, and he doesn't weigh whether he has that ability! When the time comes, the beauty is not saved, and instead beats herself in!"

As he said, the bald guy gave another sneer, and the group of boys around were all gearing up, as if only waiting for him to give an order to fight Ye Fan.

At this time, Song Wanqing also recovered, when she saw the appearance of the person in front of her, she let out an incredible exclamation:

"Ye... Ye Fan? Why are you here?!"

In her tone, in addition to surprise, there was more joy, as if the drowning person saw the life-saving straw, and subconsciously leaned in front of Ye Fan, slender hands pinched the corner of his clothes.

Ye Fan smiled slightly when he saw this, and said in a deep voice: "Student Wanqing, I just passed by here, and just saw this dead bald head being wrong to you, so I rushed over! We...have not seen you for a long time..."

"Yes! It has been almost three years since graduating from junior high school!" Song Wanqing replied in a low voice.

"Eh...you are still as beautiful as you were before!" Ye Fan blurted out subconsciously while looking at the pretty face close at hand.

"Huh? Oh...thank you..."

Hearing this sudden compliment, Song Wanqing's pretty face suddenly flew with a touch of red clouds, like a peach blossom in March, it was really beautiful.

...

The two of them are reminiscing about the past, as if completely ignoring the environment they are currently in, completely forgetting the bald guy and others next to them.

Seeing this scene, the bald guy felt furious, and said in his heart:

Damn it!

what's going on? Lao Tzu is also a bully anyhow, these two guys ignore Lao Tzu so much, why is Lao Tzu shameless?

Thinking of this, the blue veins on the bald guy's forehead throbbed, fiercely roaring at Ye Fan and Song Wanqing:

"Huh... So you two know each other, shouldn't you be old friends, okay? You dare to flirt and scold in front of Lao Tzu, and you're tired and crooked?"

As soon as this remark came out, Song Wanqing's face turned pale, she pulled away from the joy of reunion after a long absence, shivered subconsciously, and retreated behind Ye Fan.

At this time, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a surprised look, and said: "Huh? Why are you still here? I have given you so long to run away! If you don't run away, don't blame me for being polite. !"

"Run?"

Hearing what Ye Fan said, the bald guy was taken aback for a moment, and then he let out a burst of laughter as if he heard some big joke:

"Ahahahaha... brat, are you kidding me? Who do you think you are, Bruce Lee or Ye Wen?"

On the other side, his group of younger brothers also sneered unscrupulously: "Huh...I'm a kid who doesn't have the power to bind a chicken, dare to be polite to us? I've seen anyone who pretends to be forced, but never before! "

"Brother Xiong, in my opinion, this guy probably ran out of the mental hospital just now!"

"Hehe... or let's just give him a little color and see, take a hand or break a leg!"

Hearing these words, the bald-headed man smiled fiercely: "Hehe...Since this kid doesn't know each other, he will be abolished first, and then the little girl will be taken back. Our brothers have a lot of fun!"

As soon as the voice fell, the bald guy raised his casserole-sized fist and slammed it towards Ye Fan's front door, with an imposing vigor and great fist.

Although the bald guy hasn't learned much kung fu, he doesn't fight less often, and his strength is much stronger than ordinary people!

If this punch is hit, I'm afraid it will be bloodied and the bridge of the nose will be broken.

...

"Ah... be careful!"

Song Wanqing behind Ye Fan let out an exclamation.

At this moment, the bald guy's fist was only a dozen centimeters away from Ye Fan's face door, but Ye Fan still stood in place, motionless.

To the bald guy, it was obvious that he had been scared, so he stood still and couldn't move.

Song Wanqing was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, and closed her eyes in fear.

Originally meeting Ye Fan here again, she was overjoyed, but dragging Ye Fan down because of herself made her feel unprecedented guilt.

She seemed to have seen Ye Fan's appearance in the next moment.

However, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

A full ten seconds passed, and there was still silence in the court.

Song Wanqing expected Ye Fan's painful cry but did not sound.

Could it be... he was knocked out directly?

Thinking of this, Song Wanqing slowly opened her eyes.

But the next moment, her pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like ridges, as if seeing some incredible scene, her mouth opened into an "O" shape.

In front of her, the bald guy still maintained the posture of punching, but his casserole-big iron fist was only a few centimeters away from Ye Fan's face, but it was difficult to get in.

It is as if a high-speed train suddenly hit a copper wall and iron wall, which is indescribable!

And it was Ye Fan's right index finger that resisted his iron fist.

Ye Fan's slender index finger was in sharp contrast with the bald casserole-sized fist, and there was no comparison at all.

However, at this moment, the facial features on the bald man's face were distorted, as if he was suffering from great pain.

And the bald man's heart also set off a stormy sea, astonished beyond words.

You know, with the punch just now, he used ten percent of his strength to stun Ye Fan directly.

Who knows that Ye Fan's understatement is like a huge mountain, which makes him hard to shake.

...

At this moment, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth rose slightly, and he sketched a weird smile, and said lightly: "I have given you a chance to escape just now! Since you don't cherish it, don't blame me for being impolite!"

As soon as he said this, the bald guy subconsciously felt a sense of crisis. He wanted to pump a fist and retreat, but he was a step too late.

Suddenly, Ye Fan snapped his finger and hit the bald guy's right fist with his right index finger.

"boom!"

The fists intersected, and there was a deafening sound.

The bald guy only felt a terrifying force, bursting from Ye Fan's fingertips.

At the next moment, he turned out to be like a kite with a broken line, flying upside down seven or eight meters, limp to the ground, and the back of his right hand was twisted, and he was hit by Ye Fan's flick.

"Ahhhhh..."

The intense pain caused the bald guy to let out a scream.

"Brother Xiong! Are you okay?"

Seeing this scene, the group of younger brothers rushed towards him.

"You bunch of trash, don't hurry up and give this kid to me!" The bald guy looked at Ye Fan, gritted his teeth and said.

"This……"

Hearing this name, the group of boys stood there, staring at each other.

They had already seen Ye Fan's horror just now, and with a flick of their fingers, they flew a bald guy of more than two hundred catties away by seven or eight meters.

Under this circumstance, they dare not easily provoke this peerless murderer!

"Damn! What are you guys doing here?"

The bald guy yelled, "You can't beat that kid even if you add up to a dozen of you! Whoever abolishes this kid will not only be able to enjoy that kid first, but I also paid out 200,000 yuan for the reward!"

Hearing "200,000", the gangsters' eyes brightened, they are just ground ruffians, the existence at the bottom of the food chain.

The boss eats meat, they can only drink some soup, not much money for a month!

So 200,000 is already a huge sum of money for them!

What's more, the bald guy reminded them.

No matter how strong Ye Fan is, there is only one person!

Two fists are hard to beat four hands. With so many of them combined, it's not always possible to beat a hairy boy, right?

Thinking of this, the dozen gangsters rushed towards Ye Fan.

Just as Ye Fan was about to knock them down with thunder, the little Vermilion "chirp" in his pocket suddenly flew out and flew toward the group of gangsters.