Fang Han didn't even look at it, put down his bicycle and calmly faced the twenty-four people who were surrounded. They were all holding baseball bats in their hands, and the materials were all good.

This is a sports tool, and it doesn't matter if you hit someone. It's not a weapon. It's impossible to break the law. As long as you don't kill and crippled, there will be no consequences. Therefore, it is the first choice weapon for many people who are mixed in the underworld.

Fang Han looked at the twenty-four people indifferently. They held the baseball bat tightly and stared at him fiercely with their eyes. It would be easier to scare him first, and then take action.

They also touched Fang Han's background and knew that he was a trainer and had good kung fu, so there were a few people who were experts and had a lot of confidence. How could they stop the practical faction of their kung fu no matter how high the kung fu was.

"Battle!" Someone shouted, and twenty-four men waved their baseball bats together, falling towards Fang Han in the bright sunshine.

Fang Han shrank, and flashed and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes like a ghost. Then he appeared outside the circle, his hands and feet moving together. The twenty-four men were like puppets, dazed and stupid in front of Fang Han, without any power to fight back.

They were either kicked away by Fang Han, knocked away by Fang Han, or knocked away by Fang Han. Fang Han was full of weapons, and every part could knock people away.

The shoulders, elbows, palms, knees, legs, and even the butt, twenty-four men lay on the ground in the blink of an eye, and the baseball bat fell all over the ground.

Fang Han slowly walked to a young man and looked down at him: "Are you practicing Xingyi?"

The young man looked acne on his face and stared at Fang Han fiercely, with dissatisfaction and no fear.

Fang Han nodded and said, "I still have some basic skills. Go back and practice hard. It's a pity to use it for fighting!"

"You wait!" the young man said viciously.

Fang Han smiled and shook his head and said, "It's useless for many years. Your mind is not good. It's difficult to improve your skills. Go back and think about it!"

He said, kicked his feet and fell on the top of the young man's head, kicked him fainted, then stepped over them, went to the bicycle, bent down and helped him up, patted the seat, turned his head and glanced at Jiang Dafeng in the BMW, smiled, and rode on the bike and entered the campus of Southeast University.

Jiang Dafeng was sitting in the BMW car, his whole body was cold. The scene of Fang Han taking action flashed in front of him again, flashing constantly, and his ghostly movements were incredibly fast.

He has always been disdainful of the kung fu in martial arts novels because he has been in the army and knows that there are many martial arts masters in the army. Many of them have authentic inherited kung fu. They practice hard and survived the sky by just one-to-ten, not too many than ordinary people.

But the scene in front of him broke his concept. Fang Han's ghostly speed made him feel chilled all over, and he couldn't hide at all. He was no different from a child in front of him.

This kind of speed bullet can also be avoided. If you don’t have an advantage in power, you will be purely self-abuse!
Chapter completed!