"I'm going to be beaten." Wuwufen sighed, and for some reason he was a little reluctant to continue reading.

Although he and Tyre and Van Peryang have not had a relationship, Tyre beat him up so much that he still hurts. I really hope Van Peryang can be proud. But now, I'm afraid it's lingering.

Sure enough, Van Peryang controlled the can and avoided Tyr's hand. He took this moment and Tyr clenched his fist and beat him hard in the heart.

Fan Peiyang came to his senses and immediately hid, but it was too late, so he had only a few inches to avoid the beaten position from "heart" to "chest".

The muffled sound of punching the flesh and blood body was like thunder in dry land.

How painful?

I don’t know, but I just know that when I hear it, it’s heavier than all the fists that Tyre swung out in front.

But Fan Peiyang didn't say a word and didn't even frown. Just as Tyre hit his chest, he also grabbed the other party's wrist and pinched the opportunity very accurately, as if he had expected Tyre to punch him.

Tyr frowned and lowered his head, looked at the wrist being held, and pulled the corner of his mouth coldly: "Why, one punch is not enough, I still want to be beaten..."

"Bang!"

Tyre was confused for a moment.

The spectators could see clearly that the canned food that was changed by Van Peryang, took advantage of the fact that Van Peryang grabbed Tyre's wrist and attacked directly in a directional direction, hitting Tyre's temple hard.

The spectators sighed in their hearts, letting you talk too much, and you will forget that there are still cans when you pussy.

Van Peryang let go of Tyre, took two steps back, and the canned food returned to him.

"A moment." He spoke at a moderate speed and his voice was calm, like a referee in a sports competition score.

Tyre: "…"

The spectators: "…"

It turns out that the fist hitting the fist in the first round is not counted, this is the first blow in his mind.

From the canned food around, to Tyre pretending to grab the air and actually punch, to be beaten in the chest and against my wrist, canned food attack.

Everything is in his plan.

This is not a trick of Tyre, but a trick of his mother Fan Peiyang!

This is not the first time Tyre has been beaten. He has been burned by fire, bitten by a mad wolf, and smashed by a cake, but it has not been this time, and it has been impactful.

If others can hit him, they either have to build their own attributes or take advantage of the loopholes that he is distracted from.

Only Fan Peiyang has won it for himself.

"A moment." He rubbed his temples with his palms, tilted his head to look at Fan Peiyang, "How many times are your goal?"

Fan Peiyang suddenly started and rushed over, replacing his answer with his fist.

"call out--"

Canned food flew at the same time.

"Has no one told you that you should not use the same trick twice." Tyre's eyes flashed sharply, easily blocking Fan Peiyang's fist with one hand, and grabbed the flying can with one hand steadily and accurately, and pinched it hard.

"Bang--"

The can wrapped in iron wire was directly pinched and exploded. The wire was broken, the iron can was depressed, and the can was slag.

"Bang!"

Another time, hit Tyr's temple.

Fan Peiyang took the opportunity to escape, jumped to a safe distance, and the new can flew back "swoosh" and danced around his shoulders.

"Has no one told you that the same trick can be used twice, and the amount of canned food is enough." Fan Peiyang patted the canned slag splashed on his shirt, slowly raised his eyes, "Two strokes."

There was silence inside and outside the battlefield.

The spectators could see that Fan Peiyang's attack point was quite special, so he hit the boss's head.

Then the question is-

Everyone looked up and down at his straight shirt and elegant trousers, with smooth lines from head to toe.

Where did he hide the can?
Chapter completed!