"Drink more salt water?" Zhang Fan glanced at his father suspiciously, then twisted the salt water bag and took a deep sip.
I have to say that after a strenuous exercise, drinking a sip of salt water feels like a shot of chicken blood.
After consuming too much salt and water, salt water is undoubtedly the best supplement. Moreover, this water belt is also an insulated bag, which is warm and comfortable to drink.
Not far away, several thirsty young men stood up and staggered to Zhang Fan: "Brother, give me a bite!"
Zhang Fan glanced at several young people, and then said: "Look up and open your mouth."
The young man asked in confusion: "Why?"
Zhang Fan said angrily: "I don't want to kiss you indirectly."
A few people have a string of black lines on their foreheads, they are numb, what's more, they even kiss indirectly, lying on the bed, it sounds like we are gay.
However, a few people did not refute, they raised their heads and opened their mouths, like birds waiting to be fed.
After Zhang Fan poured a few mouthfuls of salt water for several people, he handed the salt water to his father.
Ye Yanran, who was still leaning in Zhang Dongyang's arms, was almost dripping with water.
Indirect kiss? Isn't that what she was talking about?
Zhang Fancai ignored Ye Yanran and stretched his arms and legs. But soon, he thought of the butterfly dance step.
Uncle Fu said that only when you can move freely in different terrains can you be considered successful in the butterfly dance, and this place in front of you is a good place to practice the butterfly dance.
Immediately, Zhang Fan took a deep breath and his eyes became focused.
Leaning forward like the wind, retreating like thunder, moving left and right, making a group of people's eyes almost pop out.
At this time, everyone almost held their breath and looked at Zhang Fan. Damn, why is this guy so fast? And why the hell does he look like a roly-poly?
No, it's a bit like the legendary Lingbo Weibu.
Damn, your eyes are not blurred, right?
Damn it, does this still look like what it looks like just after a ten-kilometer cross-country trip with a heavy load? Why does it feel like what it looks like after a walk?
Ye Yanran's pale face showed endless jealousy.
She had practiced the butterfly dance steps for so many years before she mastered just a few steps. However, Zhang Fan only started learning it yesterday. Even if he could use it freely on flat ground, why could he also use it freely on such rugged terrain?
She was dissatisfied, and at this moment, she felt a hundred dissatisfactions in her heart. Comparing people to others was simply infuriating.
Zhang Dongyang's eyes lit up. In his eyes, Zhang Fan's ghostly movements could definitely get full marks in the evasion training subject.
At the same time, he not only thought of the scene at the Starlight Hotel where Zhang Fan knocked down the security guards.
Could it be that this guy has had some strange encounters over the years?
Instantly, the word martial arts came to his mind.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered again. If Zhang Fan was sent to the army, with his terrifying resilience, would he become a boss?
"Hey, try Thunder Palm!"
Zhang Fan played for half an hour, feeling hot all over his body. He had made considerable progress in the butterfly dance steps. He stared at the bluestone slab in front of him which was three bricks thick. He smiled thoughtfully and walked over.
Zhang Fan knelt down, picked up the bluestone, and held it up with two stones. After taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan's eyes became sharp.
"What is this guy doing?" A young man looked at Zhang Fan in confusion.
"Could it be that you want to perform a trick of splitting green bricks with your hands?" another person said.
"It's so thick, I'm not afraid of breaking my hand." The young man who had been ignored by Zhang Fan before laughed disdainfully.
Just kidding, a three-brick-thick bluestone slab, it’s a bluestone slab, it’s used for paving roads, will it break so easily?
Zhang Fancai ignored all this and took a deep breath, exhaling like a dragon. Suddenly, he leaned forward fiercely and cut directly into the middle of the bluestone slab with his palm like a knife.
"Crack!"
The sound of the bluestone breaking caused everyone to take a breath of air.
Is this still a slab of bluestone? A piece of broken stone? Are you fucking kidding me?
Even Zhang Dongyang was shocked at this time.
If it were him, he could only interrupt this with his feet or fists wrapped in gauze.
At this moment, he felt that he didn't understand his son.
He was able to treat countless of his arms that could not be treated in hospitals in one go. Once he did it, he received 10 million pocket money. This huge change made him feel like he was in a dream.
Ye Yanran simply closed her eyes, not intending to look at Zhang Fan, otherwise, she would become angrier as she looked at him.
Why can't she beat him in the butterfly dance step, nor can she beat him in the thunderbolt palm? You know, she has been practicing for more than ten years.
How could she be willing to lose to someone who had only learned it for less than a day?
Zhang Fan felt the power of the thunderbolt palm and couldn't help but smacked his lips. Chinese martial arts is really awesome.
"Let's go down the mountain, it's getting late." Zhang Dongyang looked at the time and said.
Ye Yanran also recovered at this time. With the addition of salt water, her face also returned to rosy, but compared to the lively Zhang Fan, she looked a bit weak.
"Can you walk?" Zhang Fan said with a joking smile.
Seeing Zhang Fan's expression, Ye Yanran wanted to pick up the model gun on the ground and hit him in the face with the butt.
"You can leave!" Ye Yanran roared angrily.
Zhang Dongyang slapped Zhang Fan on the back of the head: "Go and help your sister Yanran."
Zhang Fan smiled sadly, completely forgetting that his father was still around.
"Miss, please." Zhang Fan stretched out his hand in front of Ye Yanran and grinned.
Looking at Ye Yanran's trembling legs, Zhang Fan couldn't help but want to laugh. Why can't he take a step if he can walk?
"I'll carry you on my back." Zhang Fan couldn't bear to see Ye Yanran's stubborn look, so he knelt down in front of Ye Yanran.
Although Ye Yanran really didn't want Zhang Fan, a pervert, to carry him down the mountain, she would feel even weirder if Zhang Fan's father carried him. She gritted her teeth and pounced on Zhang Fan's back.
Zhang Fan was caught off guard by this sudden attack and fell directly to the ground, where he fell and gnawed on the mud.
"You are seeking death." Zhang Fan was angry.
Zhang Dongyang came over, helped Ye Yanran up, and then kicked Zhang Fan in the leg: "Why are I talking to your sister Yanran?"
Ye Yanran's pretty face was extremely proud, and she burst out laughing. Especially when she saw the handful of mud on Zhang Fan's chin, her smile became even brighter.
Zhang Fan squatted down angrily, cursing in his heart, who is your personal one?
Waiting for Ye Yanran to lie on his back, Zhang Fan suddenly jumped forward and jumped directly down the stairs five meters away.
Ye Yanran was so frightened by this scene that she screamed, her screams rising and falling one after another.
"Hahaha, if I tell you to throw me down, I won't scare you to death." Zhang Fan said viciously, and then ran down the mountain leisurely.
Ye Yanran was frightened and angry, and stretched out her hand directly, passed through Zhang Fan's neck, and strangled his neck tightly.
"Damn it, murder you."
Zhang Fan became angry, and the two hands holding Ye Yanran's legs slipped and fell directly on Ye Yanran's waist.
Ye Yanran suddenly roared: "Let go."
Zhang Fan grabbed a handful hard and shouted: "I won't let you go, hehe."