Many people are not able to see strangely throwing swords. Could it be that he is also laughing at his disciples, that this person is too bad.

Jian Wuren was thick-skinned and looked at the ring with a smile. He was waiting to see this good show.

"You think you can beat me with your physical strength, you may be crazy if you gain or lose your heart." The muscular man said arrogantly.

Chen Fan still said arrogantly: "Come on, come here quickly and get beaten. I can't wait to hit you."

His words made everyone feel so angry that everyone could no longer wait for the scene where his small body was hammered to the ground and could not get up.

The muscular man was furious when he heard this, rushed over and waved his fists to pound Chen Fan's face.

The running muscular man was like a monster, carrying a monstrous momentum, making everyone feel a little scared.

"The guys in the body-building hall are really a group of perverts, and they don't feel like normal people." A female disciple from the Mudan Hall muttered in a low voice, but in such a quiet environment, this sentence still clearly floated into the ears of the male disciples of the body-building hall.

If it were an ordinary hall, the people in the Body Hall would have been ready to teach them a lesson. However, seeing that it was said by the female disciples of the Mudan Hall, they could only eat coptis chinensis in a mute manner, and they could not express their suffering.

Chen Fan looked at the muscular man running towards him like a wild beast, standing there calmly. His calm demeanor made everyone wonder if he was scared.

Just when his fist was about to hit Chen Fan, Chen Fan made an instant move. His body was not strong but contained huge energy. He punched it hard, and the muscular man's rushing body instantly flew backwards. He rolled several circles on the ring, looking extremely embarrassed.

What!

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, how did this thin boy do this.

Isn’t he a sword cultivator? Why is he so strong?

Could it be that he is not a sword cultivator, but a physical cultivator with deep hidden strength?

There are many question marks in everyone's mind, but they can't figure out what the truth is.

The muscular man felt like he was being slapped by a powerful monster. After rolling on the ground for a few rounds, his whole head was like a ball of paste, and he could not think about anything at all.

Chen Fan is unreasonable now and directly flashes his body. Grasping the muscular man likes to hit a sandbag, but he is not very heavy in his attack, just to build momentum for himself.

The fist like a storm fell on the muscular man, making him cry and cry for his parents.

Chen Fan controlled his strength well to the extent that he was injured by flesh and bones. After a while, the muscular man was beaten to a purple-purple body.

At the end, Chen Fan and his handsome kicked the muscular man off the ring, then clapped their palms and threw a very proud look around.

"I originally wanted to hit him with my fist, but I didn't control my strength and kicked him with one kick. I made a mistake." After saying this, Chen Fan walked to the edge of the ring and jumped off the ring, back to Jian Wu's back and stood quietly.
Chapter completed!