Chapter 159: Small fist punches your chest

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Fan had breakfast, and walked to the scum class classroom leisurely.
Originally, he wanted to go to the library to check the information to see if he could find a way to swallow the level 10 blood core.
But since there are new students coming, Zhang Fan had to go to the classroom first, at least get to know the new students first.
In any case, it is also a teacher. If the teacher skips class on the first day of the freshmen, it is really impossible to justify.
As he walked, he checked the information of the new student on the multi-function watch.
Teacher Zhang Yichen said it was two students, but in fact only gave one student's information.
The other said it took two days to report.
"Well, 17 years old, level 3 quasi-warrior, talent is not bad."
Zhang Fan nodded slightly and said.
At least unlike the previous four famous masters and Wang Dong, they were directly level 1 quasi-warriors.
"but……"
When Zhang Fanzheng continued to talk to himself, he saw at least fifty or sixty students surrounded by the aisle in front of him.
Zhang Fan was a little confused, and quickly walked a few steps.
In the middle of the crowd, a student with a full length of about 1.9 meters was looking down at the other three students in front of him.
Those three students, Zhang Fan, had some impressions, and they belonged to the first-year rocket class.
And the tall and tall student is extremely strong, with bulging muscles on his arms.
Especially his chest muscles can make most girls feel ashamed.
Zhang Fan recognized it, isn't this guy his new student?
What is it called?
Zhang Fan flipped through the Nano Watch again, and then he remembered: "It turned out to be Huo Juxiong, a mighty and domineering name. But...it seems to be a problem child."
Zhang Fan couldn't help being a little big.
At this moment, Huo Juxiong looked down at the three rocket class students and said like Hongzhong: "Apologize!"
Each of the three Rocket class students opened their eyes wide: "What? We walked well, but you suddenly ran over from the side and knocked us down, so we should apologize? You are sick!"
Huo Juxiong laughed and said, "Just because of your last words, apologize!"
Zhang Fan was a little speechless.
If you bump into someone and ask others to apologize, this guy is also a weird thing.
But it was a student from the Rocket class. Well, this can be.
There are three grades in the college, and the rocket students in each grade consider themselves geniuses and superior.
The nostrils are upright when walking.
Especially in the first-year rocket class, Zhang Fan has long seen them upset.
Seeing Huo Juxiong bullying them, Zhang Fanquan became a theater.
Seeing that Huo Juxiong was a little messy, the three rocket class students felt angry in their hearts.
On weekdays, no other class student dared to stand in front of the rocket class students.
This guy is so dumbfounded.
"What if we don't apologize?"
Huo Juxiong laughed again, laughing like a bell: "Hahahaha, I'm sorry, Lao Tzu's small fist is about to punch you in the chest."
Speaking and punching directly, he blasted at the rocket student in the middle.
The three rocket class students are all Level 3 martial artists.
The rocket student in the middle snorted coldly, "Afraid of you?"
He greeted him with a punch.
Bang--
With a muffled sound, the rocket class student flew upside down five meters.
After landing, she shrank into a ball in pain and screamed again and again.
The two remaining students in the Rocket class met, and immediately shouted: "I'm looking for death!"
They all attacked Huo Juxiong.
Huo Juxiong laughed loudly: "Good job!"
Talking one left and one right, banging two punches, the two also flew out, clutching their chests and screaming.
They looked at Huo Juxiong's sandbag-big fist, and they complained again and again.
Didn’t Nima say that a good fist beats our chest?
What the is this like a punch?
It's obviously a hammer, okay?
Zhang Fan was secretly overjoyed when he was watching.
This Huo Juxiong dealt with the quasi-martialists of the same level, one out of three, and all of them were solved with one punch.
The power of this guy is too strong!
Although his level is Level 3, this guy should have a natural strength, and coupled with special power martial arts, his power may have faintly surpassed Level 4 Quasi-Martial Artist.
You can leapfrog and challenge level 4 quasi-war fighters!
Well, such a student, I want it!
With this guy, after two months of freshman assessment, the chances of the scum class winning the championship have increased a lot.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan greeted: "Huo Juxiong..."
Huo Juxiong originally wanted to go up and give some punches to the three rocket class students.
Hearing Zhang Fan's cry, he turned his head abruptly and looked at Zhang Fan's position: "Who?!"
Zhang Fan separated the crowd and walked out.
Huo Juxiong saw him, laughed, and said, "You call me? You want Lao Tzu's small fist to punch you in the chest?"
Without waiting for Zhang Fan to answer, he took a step forward and blasted Zhang Fan with a punch.
The punch actually caused a whirring sound.
Zhang Fan was taken aback.
Is this guy okay?
Why do you want to beat someone's chest?
But thinking of seeing this guy's profile just now, he said that the problem with this guy is that he likes fighting too much.
His liking for fighting was almost to the point of morbidity.
As long as one or two sentences are wrong, you have to shoot directly.
The reason why I didn't come to the college a month before the start of school was because on the day of school I went to fight with a group of people.
The matter was serious and was detained for a month.
Unexpectedly, this was just released, and even this kind of virtue was really drunk.
However, since I dared to do something against Zhang Fan, I would be embarrassed.
Zhang Fan didn't say anything else, suppressing his power to the level of a level 3 quasi-warrior.
The right fist directly collided with that guy's fist.
Bang--
Huo Juxiong's mighty and majestic body suddenly flew out twenty meters away like a huge boulder thrown out.
Several students around who were watching the excitement almost couldn't avoid being hit.
After Huo Juxiong landed, he clutched his aching right fist and raised his head. When he looked at Zhang Fan, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
No one in the same level can stop his fist.
This kid's own power is obviously also at level 3, but how can such a strong power suddenly burst out?
"puff--"
Huo Juxiong spit out the mud in his mouth, jumped up directly, and cursed: "Dare to beat Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu's small fist will blow your chest!"
With a loud shout, he blasted towards Zhang Fan again.
Zhang Fan can obviously feel it, UU reading www. The strength of this guy at uukanshu.com has increased by at least twice.
If he was able to faintly surpass the level 4 quasi-warrior just now, then now he has the upper hand over the level 4 quasi-warrior.
This is the real strength of this guy, right?
However, Zhang Fan's surprise only disappeared in a flash.
I'm embarrassed to dare to shoot at me.
Bang--
Huo Juxiong flew upside down again like a boulder.
"Damn! Nima wants to die!"
Huo Juxiong shouted angrily and blasted towards Zhang Fan for the third time.
Bang--
There was another muffled sound.
This time, Huo Juxiong flew upside down for nearly 30 meters. ()