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"seriously?"

Ye Fan felt that Liu Xiaodao was a little exaggerated.

Just such a small amount of grievances, it's enough to kill the fat man, and you have to come and kill yourself, isn't it?

But Liu Xiaodao said with certainty.

"Of course it's true! He's a majestic chief of the police department, and he's been played around by the three of you. If you said he didn't kill you, would he have the face to come out?"

"It is."

Ye Fan touched his chin.

With the attributes of Cao Dalang's old coin, if he thinks about it with his toes, he knows that there will be revenge.

So instead of waiting for Cao Dalang to act first.

It's better to strike first!
"Dalang, it's time to drink the medicine!"

Thinking about it, I feel a sense of paying tribute to the masterpiece.

Liu Xiaodao patted Ye Fan's shoulder.

"Okay, I should go back too!"

"However, let me give you a suggestion. It is said that hatred cannot last overnight. Cao Dalang suffered such a big blow today, and he will definitely think about how to mess with you."

"So you go home quickly and don't come out, so that nothing will happen."

"If it's true."

"Just call me!"

That's it.

Liu Xiaodao waved his hand and left gracefully.

As for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't keep Liu Xiaodao for dinner, because Ye Fan didn't want Wang Yuan to misunderstand.

Seeing the back of Liu Xiaodao leaving gracefully, Liu Mang stared at it for a long time, feeling an inexplicable impulse in his heart.

It was the feeling of a racing heart.

"Hey, Ye Fan, your friend is quite interesting!"

"Stop calling me a dog now?"

Ye Fan snorted angrily.

Liu Mang was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and slip in.

Liu Mang scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Hehe. Then what, then I was emotional, so I was talking nonsense."

"What's more, you really don't want to call me pretty boy now!"

Ye Fan spoke leisurely.

Fatty, his mouth is a bit damaged, and he is so stubborn that he is so stingy.

But you can't deny it.

He is really willing to spend money for his brother!
can.

So what else to do.

I can only choose to forgive!
On the contrary, Xun Xiong, who had never been very smart, began to worry about what would happen to Ye Fan in the future.

"Ye Fan, what are you going to do? That Cao Dalang is the head of the police department, and he doesn't know how many people have been killed under his command. What if he really wants to kill you?"

"Don't worry, according to statistics, your classmates have an average of 200 attempts to kill you every year, but in the end, there are not many of them. That's why everyone can thank your classmates for not killing you."

Ye Fan made a joke.

I want to relieve everyone's tension.

But obviously.

Xun Xiong didn't look very smart, so he couldn't understand what Ye Fan meant.

So Xun Xiong frowned and said.

"Students are students, the police department is the police department, and he is the chief of the police department. If he really wants to do something, you will be really in danger."

"Actually, don't worry too much!"

Ye Fanxin said it was his fault.

How can I expect Gou Xiong to know what humor is?
So Ye Fan analyzed it again.

"There are still two weeks before the college entrance examination. After the college entrance examination, I will leave Nanhua Town and go to the outside world. So as long as I get through these two weeks, there will be no major problems."

"As for these two weeks, I'm covered by the military governor."

"Cao Dalang doesn't dare to mess around."

Hearing that Ye Fan already had a countermeasure, Xun Xiong breathed a sigh of relief.

Xun Xiong said with a smile.

"So Yefan, you have already planned it."

"That is required."

Ye Fan said with indulgence and pride.

But he didn't relax his vigilance in his heart.

It's easier said than done after all.

It's hard to do.

Who knows if this guy Cao Dalang will temporarily make some moths, just like his nephew, whose legs were broken before the college entrance examination.

What a loss!

"really!"

"Strength is the last word!"

"The matter of improving combat effectiveness is still imminent!"

So Ye Fan, Liu Mang, and Xun Xiong chatted casually, and the three of them went back to their respective homes.

Otherwise, the three of them have nothing in common.

It was so embarrassing that William Castle could be deducted.

Go back to the rental house.

The first thing Ye Fan did was call up his personal attribute panel.

"Host name: Yefan"

"Current combat power: 49"

"Possess martial arts: First Grade Bajiquan (100% Transformation Realm)"

"Other skills: None"

"All props: a sleeping dog (the awakening progress is 12%), a real man in three seconds x3, I can hold the most poisonous beating x2"

Ye Fan looked at the last column of props and said, "I can handle the most vicious beating", and there were only two left, and felt an inexplicable heartache.

"Really, in order to catch Cao Dalang's punch, I wasted a prop, what a prodigal!"

"Anyway, take two more punches!"

Ye Fan said indignantly.

His eyes fell back to the column of "Martial Skills".

"I am now at 100% Bajiquan Transformation Realm. Logically speaking, this is the eighth stage of a martial art, and I haven't practiced to the full level yet."

"But if you want to practice to the full level, you need a little insight."

Ye Fan suddenly fell into an awkward situation.

It's like.

You play a game, and you already have a character who has reached the level of the top 100 in the national server.

Then do you choose, continue to train this game character to the first place in the national server, or train another character to reach the top 1 level in the national server?

I thought about it.

Ye Fan made a decision.

"All-round development is all-round mediocrity!"

"It's better to have a fresh trick and eat it all over the world!"

"I'm not afraid of having practiced 1000 kinds of boxing skills, but I'm afraid of practicing one boxing technique 1000 times!"

"Decided!"

"Let's practice Bajiquan to the level of supernatural power first!"

Set yourself a small goal.

Ye Fan began to search on the Internet, how to elevate a martial skill to the highest level of "supernatural power".

But the answers on the Internet are also varied.

Some suggested "lying down and meditating", some suggested "going to the palace for a while", and some suggested "go to the toilet more, because squatting in the pit helps you think".

However, in these answers.

The one with the most likes is.

"A martial skill has been practiced to the level of transformation, but you want to go further, then my suggestion is to fight to the death! Yes! It literally means, you must fight to the death!"

"The two sides are evenly matched, or at a disadvantage."

"Only in this way can you stimulate your adrenaline to the greatest extent, accelerate your brain thinking, and allow you to break through your limits!"

The answer is serious.

On the contrary, Ye Fan couldn't believe it.

Generally speaking, under the comment with the highest number of likes, there should not be an advertisement link for "training class" or "experimental class"?

But really not.

"Fight to the death."

"What you said is quite reasonable, but I'm not going to go all over the street looking for people to fight for the sake of practicing kung fu?"

"Or the one that never dies?"

"If you can't beat it, you will be in big trouble."

"Forget it."

"Let's try meditation!"

then.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, rehearsing in his mind various combat situations of Bajiquan, trying to see if he could break through.

After sitting cross-legged for an hour.

Ye Fan relaxes physically and mentally.

After sitting cross-legged for two hours.

Yefan is ethereal physically and mentally.

After sitting cross-legged for three hours.

Yefan. He fell asleep sitting up.
Moreover, he slept extremely soundly, and even the rhythm of snoring was very brisk.

"Appeal. Call. Call."

However, it was when Ye Fan was sleeping happily.

At Ye Fan's door, a figure quietly appeared, and stuck to the door cautiously, eavesdropping on the movement in the room.

When heard inside the room.

When Ye Fan's subtle and even breathing sound came.

The figure smiled quietly.

He took a tool out of his pocket.