The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

When the two walked out of the temple, Yan Weiwei was in a much better mood.

At least the pace is such that I can walk side by side with Meng Lang...

"Uh... why don't we go for a walk? The scenery here is nice and it's a famous tourist attraction. I heard that the Beisi Pagoda is a famous sight in Sioux City. Thank you for walking out without seeing it when you came in?

Climb high and look far, then listen to the morning bells and evening drums. What worries are there in this life!

By the way, what time does the evening drum sound? "

Yan Weiwei glanced at him.

"Are you very free?"

I was very busy, just because of Fan Shigang's pitiful sympathy. After all, I was partly responsible for his misery...

"Um……"

"Stop it, you're free and I don't have time either!"

Yan Weiwei clenched her fists, her ponytail flying, her eyes seemed to have returned to their former glory, and her whole person showed a high-spirited look.

"You are right, blaming others can't change anything, what I have to do is work harder!

As long as I am strong enough, I can kill gods when I meet them, and I can kill Buddha when I meet Buddhas! Clear all obstacles in front of you!

So I decided to adjust myself to peak condition in the past two days. Even if I have to lie down and come back this time, I will not give up easily! "

The flag has been planted. This is definitely the flag planted, right? !

"But no matter what, I still want to thank you today."

"Uh... thank me for what?" Meng Lang was confused.

Thank me for being honest and telling you my biggest secret?

If so, there is no need to do so. Just think of it as compensation for the gossip behind your back. Everyone exchanges secrets for secrets, and no one suffers...

"Thank you for your concern……"

emm…

Seeing Meng Lang's strange expression, Yan Weiwei turned her head uncomfortably and snorted.

"But next time if you let me know that you are gossiping about me behind my back, don't blame me for using my fists, and teach you how to be a good person!"

The way to be a human being...

Meng Lang turned around and looked up at the archway of "Baoen Temple".

In fact, I don’t have any good manners as a person. I probably just retaliate...

…

"boom!"

After returning to the boxing gym, it was another painful half hour...

Fan Shigang was knocked to the ground by KO again without any suspense!

"Are today's young people so wasteful? No wonder your master wants you to climb mountains with me like a dog-skin plaster.

At your level, it would be too much for me to exert even 50% of my strength. If you really go hiking, you may not even be able to get in through the mountain gate! "

Yan Weiwei crossed her arms, her eyes were sharp, and she was still so unforgiving.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I was too weak..."

"Weakness is no excuse, stand up and continue! Tiantian only knows the use of standing, and kung fu is learned in actual battles!

If you want to be stronger than others, you have to suffer more than others! "

"Yes...yes! Master Yan!"

Fan Shigang grimaced and gave Meng Lang a pitiful look.

Brother, I thought you went out to see Xiaozhi Yiqing?

But why did Master Yan's whole aura change after he came back?

I was still sullen when I was beaten just now, but now I feel a little more excited the more I'm beaten, as if I've been given chicken blood!

Are you going out to give Master Yan some buffs...

As if he understood the other person's eyes, Meng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth.

What can I do? I am also very helpless!

I originally thought of using "Purification" to wash away the opponent's negative state, but I didn't expect that it seemed that I used too much force and turned it into "Burning Will".

It's better this time, the negative status is gone.

Along with this, morale is greatly increased, the probability of secondary action is increased, and the lethality is doubled...

Seeing the big man lying on the stage struggling to get up, facing the rather "pitiful" big man Yan, Meng Lang finally spoke with some guilt.

"Ahem! Otherwise... let me try?"

"Huh?" X2

Yan Weiwei looked strange, but Fan Shigang was so excited.

An ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken, seeing Master Yan's power, dared to step forward...

Brother Meng, we have not known each other for a long time.

But from today on, you are my beloved relatives and friends, brothers and sisters!

"You?" Yan Weiwei looked at him with strange eyes.

"Didn't you just say you didn't want me to kick you enough?"

"Ahem! That was just now, now and then, I've been watching you for so long, and I've discovered the flaws in you!"

"Flaw?!" Yan Weiwei almost laughed angrily.

"You said you saw my flaw after standing there for a while?"

Do you think your sister is a fairy?

"Yeah! Any questions?" Meng Lang smiled calmly.

Yan Weiwei twitched the corner of her mouth.

I have to say that the smile on Meng Lang's face at this moment... was really missing!

"Ha! Okay, then come up, Fan Shigang, take off your armor and give it to him!"

I want you to pretend to be thirteen!

Just for your words about "seeing the flaw" and that lopsided smile on your face, I'll make it happen for you!

"No need, that thing... I shouldn't be able to use it."

What? Can't use it? !

Let alone Yan Weiwei this time, Fan Shigang was stunned.

Master Yan doesn't seem like someone who would show mercy to his opponent standing on the stage.

Are you so confident about the relationship between you two?

"Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

Meng Lang said and climbed onto the boxing ring.

Um! He first stepped forward with his right foot, then crawled across, and finally retracted his left foot. His movements were not neat at all... nothing cool at all.

"Come on! Hit me!"

Seeing Meng Lang really standing opposite her, looking like he was going to fight her, Yan Weiwei really laughed in anger this time.

How many points in strength did Meng Lang have when he fought with Yuan Li and when he fought in the bar? Could she still not know?

Are you a low-level military commander enough to dare to take the stage?

What happened to the high level of detection skill?

No matter how high your level is, you are still a logistics hero engaged in intelligence!

Please figure out your positioning, please!

"Haha! Okay, this is what you asked for. I haven't seen a guy as confident as you for a long time. I hope you won't regret it for a while!"

Show mercy?

nonexistent!

"Brother save me" right?

I will let you find writing inspiration today!

Fan Shigang looked at Meng Lang, who looked mysteriously confident, and murmured in his heart.

Brother Meng is obviously very confident!

Um! After all, he is the man who even stored fingerprints on Master Yan’s electronic lock...

As the saying goes, beating means kissing and scolding means loving. If you stand here, wouldn't you be disturbing others and spoiling them?

"Okay! Brother, come on! If it doesn't work, you must call stop!"

Fan Shigang limped off the stage with his teeth bared, and there were only two people left on the stage.

"I won't bully you either. I'll give you three moves first!"

Yan Weiwei took the lead in opening the Contempt of the King.

"No, no, no, I am the one, I will give you thirty moves first!"

Meng Lang showed no weakness and responded with a "sarcasm".

Yan Weiwei: " # "

Although she didn't understand why Meng Lang was so upset, Yan Weiwei felt that it was necessary for him to be kind and be kind today!

He goes up without any hesitation and delivers a fierce whip kick!

"brush!"

Yan Weiwei's toes almost brushed Meng Lang's nose.

"Huh?" Yan Weiwei was stunned, missed the kick?

Shit luck! Come again!

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Top road, chest, lower plate...

Whip kicks, side kicks, hook kicks...

From the perspective of Fan Shigang in the audience, Meng Lang only took a slight step back, twisted his body a few times, and remained unscathed under the shadow of Yan Weiwei's swift and windy legs...

Hey hey! This is too much!

If you want to let loose, you can at least touch me and I'll count the two of you as fighting.

What's up with body tracing?

But as he watched, Fan Shigang's face gradually became a little confused.

It's true that Meng Lang looked relaxed, but why did Master Yan become more and more uncomfortable the more he slapped his face?

And looking at the speed and strength of Master Yan's movements...it seems to be much more ferocious than when he was sparring with me just now?

Even the breathing seems to be a little messed up as you slap it?

Was it my misunderstanding?

Or are these two guys acting too realistic?

"Brush! Swish!"

He twisted his waist left and right to avoid several side kicks from Yan Weiwei. The next moment, Meng Lang, who just now was only defensive but not offensive, suddenly moved.

He took a step forward, easily avoiding Yan Weiwei's knee bump, but the fingers of his right hand had already lightly touched the eyebrows of Yan Weiwei, who looked astonished...

"Thirty moves...passed!"

"Your flaw... is that you are too slow..."

There was silence.