Everyone on the mountain heard the sound and turned to look at Ji Qianming.
Being stared at by a hundred pairs of ferocious eyes, Ji Qianming broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He swallowed and ran towards Zhang Fan.
"Classmate... no, boss! What kind of people did he provoke?"
When Ji Qianming saw Zhang Fan, who was like a god descending from the earth, it was like seeing a life-saving straw. With enemies on all sides, Zhang Fan, as his future classmate, was the only one who could fight alongside him.
Zhang Fan was stunned when he saw Ji Qianming. He never expected to meet again under such circumstances. He saw Ji Qianming running to his side and looking at him eagerly.
Zhang Fan was a little confused. When did he become the boss?
He was about to ask when he suddenly turned his head and saw another group of motorcycle racers running up the stone stairs with murderous intent.
"Huh, sure enough, you two are in the same group. You are the boss, right? I want to see what you are capable of?!" The skinny man ignored Ji Qianming and said coldly.
Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, and the golden light in his left eye became more intense. Since they are all here, no one should leave.
Unparalleled self-confidence exuded from Zhang Fan's body. Facing the more than 200 motorcycle racers, his momentum was not weak at all, and he even faintly overwhelmed the opponent.
Several bikers swallowed their saliva, frightened by the demonic young man's aura.
"There are more than two hundred of us, and we are still afraid of these two little brats? Come on, I'm here!" The skinny man holding a butterfly knife yelled, and then the motorcycle gang swarmed forward with murderous intent.
Ji Qianming had never seen such a big scene before. His face turned pale and he whispered: "There are too many of them, let's run!"
Zhang Fan looked at the thugs in front of him coldly and shook his head: "Those who can't run away will have motorcycles after they come down the mountain. We can only kill them all on the mountain."
After saying that, he was like a phantom, rushing straight into the crowd.
Zhang Fan grasped it with his left hand, and the butterfly knife in the skinny man's hand suddenly stagnated and then flew towards Zhang Fan uncontrollably.
I saw the butterfly knife spinning at high speed in the air, flying around Zhang Fan, frightening the few motorcycle racers who were rushing forward to stagger.
What kind of evil thing is this?
Zhang Fan rushed into the crowd with a flying butterfly knife. The rotating butterfly knife flew up and down, bringing up pieces of blood.
"Ahhh, my finger!!"
"Disfigured... I'm disfigured..."
"Grass, don't fly down."
One after another, wails sounded, echoing in the empty park.
I saw a burly man lifting a thick iron rod and hitting Zhang Fan on the back of the head with a ferocious expression.
Zhang Fan turned slightly sideways, and the golden rule in his left eye jumped. The strong man felt that the iron rod in his hand suddenly moved sideways uncontrollably, missing Zhang Fan's body and hitting the ground heavily.
A huge shock came from the iron rod, which made his jaw numb. He felt his eyes blurred, and a fist quickly enlarged in his eyes.
boom!
Before the fist even touched his face, an invisible force hit the bridge of his nose hard. With a muffled sound, the bridge of his nose broke into two pieces.
Blood spurted out, and the strong man screamed, covering his nose and falling to the ground.
A strong man fell, and thousands of strong men rushed over.
Zhang Fan snorted coldly, and the leaf pattern in his left eye suddenly burst into intense light. He flicked his right hand fiercely, and the weapons in the hands of a dozen thugs shot into the sky!
Clubs, beer bottles, machetes, military spines... Densely packed weapons were suspended in front of Zhang Fan in an orderly manner, aiming at the crowd approaching.
The thugs froze on the spot, unable to react for a moment.
"Fuck, run!" Someone suddenly shouted, his voice still trembling.
Only then did everyone react, and run away.
"go!"
Zhang Fan looked cold, scolded slightly, and waved his right hand forward.
Whoosh whoosh!
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the suspended weapons turned into bolts of lightning and shot toward the crowd.
There were screams from the crowd, extremely shrill, and large streams of blood sprayed on the ground, forming a bloody stream that slid down the stone steps.
The handsome young man stood quietly in the pool of blood, looking coldly at the fleeing thugs, his pale golden left eye showing no emotion at all.
He slowly raised his right arm again, like a ferocious demon raising a butcher's knife.
Everyone was frightened, their faces turned pale, and they dropped their weapons on the ground and ran down the mountain.
Ji Qianming on the side was stunned. He had thought that Zhang Fan was very strong, but he was too strong.
At this moment, that invincible figure under the moonlight was deeply engraved in his heart. It was so handsome, so handsome. This is the real boss!
Compared with his, my own Kyoka is really worse than him. However, he fully believed in Jinghua's potential, and with his own system, he would definitely not be worse than him in the future.
Zhang Fan almost ran away when he saw someone. The golden light in his left eye receded and he slowly walked in Ji Qianming's direction.
"So strong..."
Ji Qianming looked at the motorcycle racers there and swallowed secretly. Could this be the average level of associate members of Gouchen College? In comparison, my ability to only control the mirror for the time being is extremely weak.
However, he knew very well that with Jinghua, he was only weak in the early stage, and became stronger in the later stage. Zhang Fan's ability is so strong, how about copying his ability next time?
Just when Ji Qianming was thinking, Zhang Fan stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Through the moonlight, Ji Qianming could see clearly that Zhang Fan's face was pale and his whole body was depressed.
"Boss, what's wrong with you!" Ji Qianming was shocked and quickly supported Zhang Fan.
"It's okay, I've exhausted my mental strength a little." Zhang Fan frowned slightly, a few drops of sweat dripping from his forehead, "Run quickly, they will be back soon."
No matter how strong he was, he was still only a first-level ability user, and it was very difficult to control so many weapons at the same time. He raised his arms again just to scare away the remaining people, otherwise, the two of them would be in danger.
Moreover, after fighting for a long time, they only killed seventy or eighty people, and there were still more than a hundred thugs left. They were just temporarily frightened by the momentum created by Zhang Fan, and they would definitely fight back when they reacted.
Ji Qianming nodded repeatedly, supported the weak Zhang Fan, and walked towards another mountain road.
"Hmph, they are indeed a bunch of trash, even two young boys can't deal with them."
At this moment, a contemptuous voice came from afar.
Ji Qianming's heart skipped a beat, and the two of them looked at each other at the same time.
I saw a man wearing a dark blue mask walking slowly in the darkness. On the mask, a fanged demon looked ferocious and terrifying in the moonlight!
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Zhenjiang, nameless alley.
It was late at night, most of the shops in the alleys were closed, and the dim street lights flickered on and off.
A burst of aroma wafted out from the depths of the alley, and there was a noodle shop open at the end of the alley. The noodle shop was not big, with three or two tables taking up most of the space. Large pieces of wall covering had fallen off, and the furnishings were very old. old.
Chiliu!
At this time, on a small table, a middle-aged man was slurping noodles. The steaming water slowly rose from the soup, and the noodles were fragrant.
"Ah! It feels so good!" The middle-aged man put down the big bowl that he had licked clean, with a face full of enjoyment, "Although Zhenjiang is not a big place, the pot noodles are one of a kind!"
The middle-aged man was wearing a beige windbreaker, with messy hair and stubble around his mouth. He looked like an unkempt, greasy uncle.
At this moment, sitting opposite him was a young man with glasses, dressed in a suit, and elegant.
He pushed up his glasses and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, is it really okay for us to just sneak away like this?"