Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ling Huang probably understood what the system meant by the so-called "advanced plane" - besides the bad boy Li Yan, there were more villains messing around, and it was very difficult for Ling Huang to control Li Yan's good and evil index!

He rushed forward, hugged Li Yan and pushed him to the ground. The boy in the dark green student uniform of Ninth Middle School immediately turned over and grabbed a steel pipe next to him, raised his arms and swung towards Ling Huang and Li Yan who were still hugging and rolling towards the side.

Ling Huang snatched the steel pipe from Li Yan's hand to block it with his backhand, and his hand was slightly off, and the boy's weapon almost hit Ling Huang's finger directly.

Although there was no iron hitting the flesh, the collision of the two steel pipes slamming next to the fingers still caused Ling Huang's left hand to hurt suddenly, and then the entire palm was numb and hot, as if he was holding a red-hot iron rod in his hand.

Li Yan, who had already been so enraged that his blood boiled with red eyes, stood up and kicked Ling Huang's waist from the side with a kick that didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

"Damn it!" Ling Huang swayed two steps to the side and turned to stare at him, "Can you fucking see clearly before kicking?"

"..." Li Yan's red eyes froze slightly, followed by his eyes, "Be careful!"

At the moment when Li Yan's eyes were deflected, Ling Huang judged the height of the opponent's shot based on the direction of the line of sight. He squatted down neatly, and heard a gust of wind passing by the top of his head. He moved sideways on the ground Roll around to Li Yan's feet and then jump up, forming a posture of facing the enemy side by side with Li Yan.

The man from Nine Middle School was first blocked by Ling Huang forcibly with a steel pipe, and then swung a steel pipe above his head under Ling Huang's timely squatting motion. A steel pipe was thrown back.

When Ling Huang wanted to raise his hand to block, Li Yan grabbed his upper arm with his left hand and pushed him behind him, raised his right hand and used his lower arm to bear this attack.

Li Yan's figure is very impressive among his peers, and this person from Ninth High School is also a tall and well-developed figure. Although Li Yan only groaned slightly after taking this blow, Ling Huang knew that the opposite person with this figure Even if a person uses a backhand to pull back, his strength should not be underestimated.

Unable to imagine how many injuries Li Yan suffered this time, Ling Huang only saw Li Yan's right hand retracted in front of him, and his left hand pulled him back a few steps quickly.

"Hmph, did you find such a rookie helper?" Jiu Zhongnan looked like he was holding the winning ticket, holding the steel pipe with his right hand and tapping it into the palm of his left hand, approaching slowly but threateningly.

"...Fan Yi, the grievances between you and me have nothing to do with him!" A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on Li Yan's forehead, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "Let him go, I will challenge you one-on-one !"

"One-on-one!" Fan Yi continued to approach him step by step, "Just because you are a bastard from the third grade, why do you negotiate terms with me?"

"You..." Li Yan panted heavily after the word Li Yan continued to protect Ling Huang and retreated to the iron fence at the corner of the field, "Don't bully others too much!"

"Human? Haha~" Fan Yi raised his head and smiled, "You still have a wild dog..."

good chance!

Ling Huang pushed Li Yan's head down, put his hands on Li Yan's shoulders to lift his body up, and when his feet were off the ground, he exerted force diagonally downward. Fan Yi's right face.

"Damn it?" Li Yan couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Fan Yi fell straight to the left when he looked up.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Huang's hand left Li Yan's shoulder, and he lightly landed next to Fan Yi's head.

"You...sneak attack..." Fan Yi seemed to have lost his ability to control his body, and could only lie on the ground and stare at Ling Huang.

"Fuck you!" Ling Huang patted Fan Yi's left cheek again.

Fan Yi shook his head from side to side a few times and lost consciousness.