Chapter 351
Chapter 351
In this way, Lin Yan lived a monotonous and orderly life.
Have breakfast, practice boxing in the trainer, have lunch, have actual combat training with Liuzi, have dinner, ask about the progress of the production of divine clothes, go back to the dormitory to watch TV and sleep, and repeat the next day.
This kind of monotonous and withered life is fine for a short time, but Lin Yan can't stand it for a long time. Finally, on the second day, Lin Yan left the base.
She decided to have a fight with someone to get some value points along the way.
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Kobe.
Kobe High School is proud of the American football technology brought back from the country M and the chariot made of Kobe Wagyu beef. It is a place where a group of brothers and sisters stay.
Lin Yan changed into a sports suit and came here in human form, in front of a group of delinquent teenagers dressed in fashion.
There are two people at the head, one is wearing Jotaro-style clothes, but the color is purple, and the front of the hat is not that wide.
He stood at the front of the crowd, holding a bamboo knife in both hands. Although his expression was a little condescending, the large windbreaker waving in the wind was still imposing.
The other was wearing a white turtleneck coat, with long shit-green hair and a crooked face.
"I'm Maruji Obayashi, the head of the Kobe High School Martial Arts Union."
"It also belongs to Kenta Sakuramiya, the deputy chief executive."
A man dressed like Jotaro and a man in a turtleneck coat became famous one after another.
After that, Obayashi Maruji held the bamboo knife with one hand and pointed at Lin Yanqi Zhang in front of him and said, "Where are you from? You actually said you wanted to choose our college?"
Kenta Sakuragiya also echoed: "I thought it was an instinctive guy who called, but it's just an old woman who made us work so hard."
"Aunt, old woman, hehe..."
Lin Yan smiled lightly, then raised her gloomy face and said coldly, "It seems that I have to teach you what etiquette is!"
"etiquette?"
Obayashi Maruji laughed: "The old woman must have the self-consciousness of the old woman, don't always imagine that you are still in your youth, and..."
Saying that, Obayashi Maruji's eyes narrowed, and he raised the bamboo knife in his right hand and ordered, "Serve me with a Molotov cocktail."
shhhhhh....
Countless lit molotov cocktails were thrown from the hands of the younger brother behind him, and the target was Lin Yan.
That dense number obscures the sky, which is a bit exaggerated.
"Yeah, ah, I didn't learn well at a young age, but I can actually use this kind of thing. It seems that I really need to be good at it!"
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Lin Yan shook his head slightly, and suddenly disappeared in place in a flash, and suddenly appeared in front of Dalin Maru in the next second, with his right hand already clenched and raised high.
Seeing that he was about to smash into Dalin Maruji's face, Dalin Maruji actually reacted and slashed down with a sword in advance.
call!
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The bamboo knife broke through the air and hit Lin Yan's face fiercely.
Although with the guy's strength, even if he used his face to face him, it didn't affect him at all, but it was a little unsightly, so Lin Yan retracted his fist, and at the same time deflected and drew a circle with his right leg as the center, dodging it dangerously and dangerously.
"It's been a while, and you actually dodged it, so let me have a look at this blow as well." Dalin Maru was arrogant, and he slashed the air and immediately retracted the slash and slashed again.
But how could Lin Yan give him a chance to make a fist with his right hand and hit it with a backhand.
boom!
A strong airflow erupted where the fists collided, and Obayashi Maruji flew out like a cannonball.
Lin Yan looked at the direction where Dalin Maruji flew out, clapped the dust on his hands, and praised: "There are two times. Although my hands are merciful, it is not something that ordinary people can avoid." Fan.
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