Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel troubled when he looked at Weng Shuang's knee-length cheongsam.
Oh my God, how do you carry this?
This is a cheongsam, eldest sister.
After walking around Weng Shuang, Zhang Fan decided to hug him and walk away.
Immediately, Zhang Fan knelt down and was hugged by the princess, and he picked up Weng Shuang.
"ah!"
Weng Shuang was shocked by Zhang Fan's sudden hug.
The next moment, she was leaning into Zhang Fan's arms with her cheeks flushed.
When Ye Yanran saw this, her face looked extremely ugly.
Seeing Weng Shuang behaving like a little bird, she had only one thought in her mind.
It's over, it's over, this girl is completely lost.
Zhang Fan isn’t that handsome!
With a feeling of anger, Ye Yanran went directly to the intersection, stopped a taxi, snatched Weng Shuang out of Zhang Fan's arms, and got into the car with him in his arms.
"Come directly to my house when you have treatment another day." Zhang Fan said to Weng Shuang with a smirk on his face.
"Go away..." Ye Yanran shouted angrily and immediately asked the driver to drive away.
With nothing to do, Zhang Fan also bought a new mobile phone, replaced it with a card, and immediately walked towards Hua Ling.
The moment Zhang Fan appeared, a group of people in Hualing screamed.
"Captain, didn't you say that this pervert wouldn't come? Why is he here again? Oh my god, is there anyone left alive?"
The corner of Hua Ling's mouth twitched, how the hell should I know.
"Now, let's train you to fight, come on." Zhang Dongyang waved to Zhang Fan.
For Zhang Fan, he is already proficient in firearms. Zhang Fan is also proficient in listening to the wind and catching shadows. I originally planned to let Zhang Fan master these two skills in the past few months, but Zhang Fan's learning
Due to his speed, he had no choice but to teach fighting in advance.
Fighting?
Zhang Fan was also interested.
Especially thinking about his father's smooth and smooth way of beating Fifth Brother at the Starlight Hotel, he was extremely envious.
Although he now has three kinds of martial arts: bone-joining hands, thunderbolt palm, and butterfly dance steps, when it comes to fighting, he is still at the level of a primary school student.
"You guys can come too." Zhang Dongyang waved to Hua Ling and the others, and immediately, a group of people started fighting.
Originally, Hua Ling and the others did not like fighting tutorials. After all, as a special police officer, he was not bad at fighting skills.
But after Hua Ling was beaten dizzy by Zhang Dongyang in one round, a group of people immediately became interested.
And Zhang Fan was also extremely excited.
This is simply much easier to use than the Thunder Palm. The Thunder Palm must be used in conjunction with the breathing method. However, in fighting, it is not necessary at all. You can exert your body's perfect power at any time.
Moreover, his attributes can be improved at any time.
For example, getting first blood, breaking the physical limit, or drawing attribute potions from the system.
Especially the marrow-cutting potion, one shot will increase all attributes by 5. If you get lucky, if you shoot ten shots, wouldn't it be better than your dad?
After all, his current attributes are not much different.
Moreover, he still has more than 90,000 spiritual points in his hand. Before he goes to serve as a soldier, his spiritual points can be doubled several times.
"Fighting is about fighting, not seeing." Zhang Dongyang directly pulled Zhang Fan out, and then started a one-on-one confrontation.
For the first time, Zhang Fan was punched away after two rounds.
The moment he was blasted away, he had only one thought in his mind.
How is that possible!
Anyway, his current attributes are not bad either.
Moreover, during dad's steel ball training, his reaction speed was already very fast.
However, he was defeated in two rounds.
There are people outside people, and there are mountains outside mountains.
At this moment, Zhang Fan finally understood this truth.
In the following days, Zhang Fan's daily routine was to conduct confrontation training with his father at the training ground.
On the first day, he returned home almost covered in black and blue.
The next day, he was able to go ten rounds in Zhang Dongyang's hands.
Day ten, thirty rounds!
Day 40, two hundred rounds!
On the fiftieth day, I fought for an hour, regardless of the top or bottom.
Hua Ling and the others once again fell into an extremely heavy rhythm.
An hour.
Damn it, until now, in Zhang Dongyang's hands, they could not last more than ten minutes before being beaten to pieces.
Moreover, this was under the condition that Zhang Dongyang kept his hand.
As for Zhang Fan, he was in full swing.
Especially when they saw Zhang Fan and Zhang Dongyang clashing with each other in the training ground, they wanted to die.
Damn it, monster!
Zhang Fan was lying on the training ground, covered in hot sweat.
Zhang Dongyang also sat on the ground, grinning.
There was an extremely complicated look in his eyes.
In less than four months of training, Zhang Fan's strength has grown to such an extent.
Fighting, spear skills, and his abnormal physical fitness are no longer something he can train.
Although he has not yet returned to his peak state when he was in the Dragon Team, after fifty days of actual combat training with Zhang Fan, his strength has recovered to 80%.
What's the concept of 80%? That's at least the strength of the dragon team's reserve team.
At this moment, he just wanted Zhang Fan to enter the dragon group as soon as possible. I'm afraid that was the only place where Zhang Fan could improve.
It's almost June, and the college entrance examination is coming soon. There are still two months left, and there is still room for improvement.
"Hua Ling, come here!" Zhang Dongyang waved.
"Instructor, what's wrong!" Hua Ling walked over exhausted.
"After the college entrance examination, I will take Zhang Fan to the Gobi for the last will training, which may last until September." Zhang Dongyang said.
"Gobi?" Hua Ling's eyes widened.
Will training, damn it, is it necessary to be so desperate?
Maybe, this will kill people.
What to do if you encounter some legendary black storm?
"Instructor, Zhang Fan is still just a child." Hua Ling said with a trembling voice.
"Hey, why are you just a child? Hua Ling, let's make some gestures." Zhang Fan stood up, his eyes radiating a sharp light.
"Get lost." Hua Ling ignored Zhang Fan and stared at Zhang Dongyang.
"Coach, do you really want to do this?" Hua Ling asked.
"Anyway, idle time is idle. If I don't give this kid a hard time, he will be proud in the next few months." Zhang Dongyang said.
Hua Ling turned her head and glanced at Zhang Fan with pity.