One-on-one day, 9:00 am.

The vip people stepped into the shopping area at the last second of the agreed time.

Today, Fan Peiyang wore a black shirt, buttoned up to the collar. In addition to his cold and solemn temperament, there was also a hint of abstinence and a hint of sexiness. It was obviously contradictory, but it was perfectly integrated.

Brother Yue was already waiting there with a flower shirt and two younger brothers. He was impatient in his eyes, but he was still calm. However, when he saw four people coming in, he immediately sneered and stepped forward.

"I thought you ran away at the battle." He glanced at the four of them squintedly, and gave a thumbs up to his chest, "Our return group will not bully others with power. You four, we are four today, and we are both fair on and off the court."

Zheng Luozhu also took a step forward and clutched the bank card from his pocket - the boss's - chin: "Stop talking nonsense, how big training ground should I buy?"

Hua Shirt walked directly to the screen projection and started to operate: "Save your little money to lose so much, and then buy it to heal it."

Zheng Luozhu followed him and reached out to block it before he clicked to buy the "5-10-person training ground".

The flower shirt glared at him with a eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"Don't get me wrong, I won't stop you from spending money," Zheng Luozhu directly started to click the screen projection, canceled [5-10 training ground], selected [20 training ground], and "buy this."

The flower shirt is inexplicably: "We only have eight people."

Even if it’s small, changing the [10-20-person training ground] is enough, is it necessary to exchange the largest one?

"It's so naive," Zheng Luozhu looked at him sympathetically, as if looking at a childish child, "You know nothing about my boss's combat power."

Flower shirt: "…"

Although I don’t agree, the return group is not short of that little money, so I buy it if I buy it.

Zheng Luozhu looked at the purchase of [more than 20 people training ground] with satisfaction and said to Hua Shirt: "When the fight starts, you will know that you will thank me."

At 9:20 Water World Time, eight people arrived at the training ground together.

It is worthy of being the largest training room and can play a small football game. If two people stand at both ends of the diameter of the circular field, they must be shouted when speaking.

Fan Peiyang and Yue Ge walked into the center of the training ground at the same time.

Hua Shirt and two little brothers stood six or seven meters away from them. When they turned around, the three VIPs had retreated to the distant wall. That was not counting. He was still standing a horizontal iron plate in front of him, like a shield.

"Are you sick?-" Hua Shirt couldn't bear it anymore, and she wanted to go wild since she bought the largest training ground.

The observation team responded to him: "Prevent accidental injury--"

Flower shirt hehe: "You fucking have a hundred and twenty hearts, our elder brother has the right one—"

Zheng Luozhu, Tang Lin, Nange: "..."

They are not.

The behind-the-scenes footage did not interfere with the two on the field.

"There is only one-on-one rule, and disposable stationery is not allowed," Brother Yue smiled, "Others, casually."

Use stationery trees or weapons, at will.

In the end, it’s hurt or die, casually.

Fan Peiyang nodded: "If you don't have an opening remarks outside the rules, then I'll start attacking."

He is tall, long legs, good face, and has the aura of a superior person - Brother Yue is really unhappy when he sees Fan Peiyang from head to toe.

"Opening remarks? That's for pretending." The fat man smiled disdainfully, "Come on, let me see your skills."

That's it, but Brother Yue was not simply thinking that just one sentence could inspire Fan Peiyang to use a stationery tree. The one-on-one rule is that you cannot use disposable stationery, you can only use a stationery tree. So in the end, it is a competition between stationery trees. Taking action first is equivalent to revealing your trump card first. No one would be so stupid...

"call out--"

A barbell piece flew over from the instrument area.

Brother Yue instinctively dodged backwards, watching the 5kg barbell piece crossing the face, rubbing a little round nose, slightly hot.

The flexible fat man avoided the barbell, and the barbell plate did not stop. He continued to fly along the direction of inertia, heading straight for the three of them in the flower shirt.

A flower shirt squatted down, and the two little brothers hugged their heads directly. The barbell piece flew over the top of their heads, and finally hit the wall of the training room behind with a "bang--" and hit the wall of the training room behind.

The three VIPs were not on this straight line and escaped.

Hua Shirt and the two little brothers quietly retreated to the base of the training room wall, and opened a "protective net" that was 1.5 meters square in front of her. I don't know if it was a stationery tree or a disposable armor.

On the battlefield, Brother Yue was still in surprise. He was not surprised by Fan Peiyang's "moving objects from the air", but by surprise when he easily exposed the stationery: "Are you too confident or really stupid?"

Fan Peiyang looked at him indifferently.

Another barbell piece flew over, faster than before.

But after Brother Yue gained experience, he avoided more calmly this time. He tilted his head slightly and the barbell piece passed, and this time he didn't even wipe his nose.

He sighed at Fan Peiyang and shook his head: "If I were you..."

"Bang!"

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

The new barbell piece hit his beer belly horizontally, sank the fat on his belly.

Brother Yue bowed his back and looked down at the barbell that hit him.

Zheng Luozhu in the distance felt that his stomach hurt, but: "The fatter man is thicker, the boss is deliberately hitting his stomach but not his head, so he shows mercy."

He looked over horizontally through a floral shirt of five or six meters, looking at it with a comfortable look on the show.

Tang Lin felt something was wrong, and he looked at the battlefield with a cold face.

"Dang--"

The barbell piece slid down from Brother Yue’s belly and fell to the ground.

"Travel objects from the air, two at a time..." Brother Yue slowly raised his head and patted his belly twice. His voice was full of breath and his face turned as usual, "It should be the upper limit of the number."

A flash of Fan Peiyang's eyes.

Zheng Luozhu, who was watching the game, was stunned: "What's the situation? His stationery tree is 'reinforced steel and iron bones'?"

This is not a minor moment. Even if there is no internal injury, I will never straighten my waist so quickly, unless the fatter I can be astonishing as my endurance and acting skills are soaring.

But the next moment he became fatter and broke the "acting theory".

He suddenly bullied Fan Peiyang at an incredible agile speed and punched him.

This is not the speed of the injured.

Fan Peiyang quickly grabbed his wrist and suppressed the attack. He also punched his hand and rushed straight to the opponent's right half of his face.

However, just as he immediately hit the other person's face, his fist speed suddenly slowed down, which was visible to the naked eye, slowing down at least half, just like cutting from a normal video to 0.5 times the speed.

"What are the boss doing?" Zheng Luozhu was anxious.

Tang Lin's heart sank: "His stationery tree is not 'reinforced steel', but 'reduced'."

Nan Ge: "Then he had nothing to do when he was hit that moment..."

"It's the Wishing House, where he wants physical strengthening." Tang Lin remembered the person who pretended to be "Zhang Quan" to screen them in the elevator. The man's stationery tree was "vines", and the invincible "finger" was the wish in the Wishing House.

Taking advantage of Fan Peiyang's "slowdown", Brother Yue threw away the clamp and easily avoided Fan Peiyang's attack. At the same time, he also punched him with a backhand.

With Fan Peiyang's current speed, he can't avoid it at all.

But he had no intention of hiding at all.

A short knife came into the air, faster than the previous barbell piece, and headed straight for Brother Yue.

The fat man who heard the sound turned his head suddenly and frowned.

The sharp blade suddenly slowed down, and it also slowed down halfway.

Zheng Luozhu and Nan Ge both felt nervous. The stationery tree of the fat man not only slowed down, but also slowed down the items. Compared with Fan Peiyang's limit of "cannot move living things", it is simply too useful!

As soon as the short sword slowed down here, Fan Peiyang's speed recovered and he jumped backward.

At the same time, the fat man quickly retreated and avoided the speeding short sword.

The short knife hit the wall of the training room with a "when" sound and fell.

Despite being reduced by half, it is still not slow.

Brother Yue was surprised at first, and then he realized: "The lighter the thing, the faster it is, right?"

Fan Peiyang did not comment.

"It's useless if you don't admit it. I've already figured out your trump card," Brother Yue shrugged. "The number of objects is limited, and it can only be used on-site, and it can't be made out of thin air. Tsk, it's a troublesome and difficult stationery tree."

The situation on the field is obviously tilted.

The atmosphere outside the field will naturally follow.

"I advise you to admit defeat quickly," he looked over with the flower shirt on the wall of the training room. The three of them danced with their eyebrows. "Don't you understand yet, that guy's attack was tickling my elder brother, and it was also you who were unlucky. The stationery tree was actually moving objects from the air haha... Isn't this just hitting Brother Yue's arms--"

This is true.

The three of them knew in their hearts.

Fan Peiyang's attack relies on the "attack object speed". The faster the speed, the greater the momentum, and the fatter the "slow down" of the fatter man, it is really severely defeated. More importantly, Brother Yue can also "slow down". This means that Fan Peiyang cannot walk through the two paths of "stationery tree" and "close-body fighting".

But one-on-one, there is no third way at all.
To be continued...