Ten minutes later, Wen Yan followed Mi Ting to Xinxing Park. As he walked, he looked around: "When was this park built?"

"Seven or eight years ago," Mi Ting said, "there were so many people exercising here in the morning that they wouldn't notice you and me."

Wen Yan nodded in agreement.

If you want to hide something, either somewhere where no one can see it or in a place with a lot of people are good choices.

"Hey, the girl is pretty straight!"

A stream of playful words suddenly came out.

At this time, the two of them had passed through the front area of ​​the park and arrived at a public exercise area at the back. There were twenty or thirty old men and women doing morning exercises on the ground, and there were very few young people.

A boy wearing only a vest stopped in front of the two of them, staring at Mi Ting with an evil smile on his face.

Wen Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

Do you want to slap me in the face so quickly? I just said that it’s not easy for people to notice you.

Mi Ting raised her eyebrows: "Get out of the way!"

"You have a bad temper!" the man in the vest said with a playful smile, "Is it because this kid can't satisfy you and is holding back his anger?"

Next to him, Wen Yan frowned.

Mi Ting hated the kind of people who spoke obscenely and evilly in front of her. She would immediately become furious and without saying a word, she would punch them with their hands.

Bang!

The kid didn't expect that she would take action, so he backed away with his head in his hands. His nose was hit hard, and it was so painful that tears and mucus came out.

Just as Mi Ting was about to chase after her, two other boys, also wearing only vests, suddenly stopped in front of her: "The beauty is quite bold, let me play with you, brother!"

Mi Ting took a step back and assumed a fighting stance: "Don't be a coward, come on!"

"Stop!" A voice suddenly shouted from beside him.

Wen Yan turned around and looked, and saw a strong man hanging upside down on the horizontal bar a few steps away, with his hands folded across his chest. Only the bends of his knees were holding the bar, but his whole body was motionless, which was more stable than holding it with both hands.

He was only wearing a pair of exercise pants, his upper body was naked, and his muscles were taut.

"Brother!" The boy who was beaten finally regained his composure and shouted hysterically, "This girl is beating me!"

Several young men and women who were exercising around noticed the movement and looked at it curiously.

The big man's legs were loosened and he fell from the horizontal bar. Just as he was about to hit his head on the ground, he suddenly somersaulted, turning his head and feet into his head and feet, and landed firmly on the ground.

Good waist strength.

Wen Yan couldn't help but think highly of him.

The movement is simple, but anyone who has done exercise knows that it is difficult to do this movement well unless your waist strength is incredible.

This guy is a trainer.

The big man had rough features and was tall. He said coldly: "I didn't expect that exercise would cause trouble. Little sister, my brother is wrong, but you have gone too far."

Mi Ting didn't mean to be polite at all, and said with a sullen face: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to find a place for that stinky gangster, just go ahead and do it!"

The big man's eyes were slightly angry, but he still shook his head: "I don't hit women."

"Then you should be beaten!" Mi Ting was furious when she heard the man's contempt, and wanted to rush over.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed her.

"Let me go!"

Mi Ting struggled.

"If we really want to fight, you are no match for him." Wen Yan shook his head, "I'll do it."

Mi Ting was stunned and stopped struggling.

Is this guy trying to help himself?

Wen Yan let go of her, took two steps forward, raised his eyes thirty degrees, and looked at the big man who was a head taller than him: "Start?"

Before the big man could say anything, the boy whose nose was punched by Mi Ting rushed forward and said viciously: "Do you need my brother to deal with you, a four-eyed frog?" He punched him fiercely.

Wen Yan made a sudden movement, grabbing and pulling with his right hand, stumbling slightly at the same time.

Before the other party could react, he fell to the ground with a "snap".

Peng!

Wen Yan said calmly: "You scolded me just now, now you can pay it back."

The surrounding area became quiet.

His movements are not very fast, but they are very smooth and coherent. The visual shock is even greater, shocking everyone who watches.

The boy lay on the ground for several seconds before turning over and getting up: "When did I scold you?"

"You said I can't do it." Wen Yan said seriously, "I'm correcting you now. Not only can I do it, but it's far beyond your imagination."

"Ah?" The boy was stunned.

Next to her, Mi Ting's face turned red instantly.

This guy is an absolute gangster!

"It turns out he's a practicing master!" The big man next to him yelled, raising his hands and flexing his arms, "In that case, I'm not welcome!"

"Wait!" Wen Yan shook his head, "You are no match for me if we use force. Let's solve the problem in another way."

The big man said in shock: "What?"

"Be civilized. It seems you like to play with bars, so let's compete with this." Wen Yan walked straight past him and walked to the horizontal bar, "Can you do pull-ups?"

The big man looked at him strangely.

What is the structure of this guy's brain?

"Each of us will be in a group, and whoever does more will win." Wen Yan turned around and looked at him, "The loser should kneel down and kowtow to the other person to apologize."

The big man looked up and down at his seemingly skinny body: "Are you kidding me?"

Everyone around them frowned.

It seems that this kid has good skills, but doing pull-ups relies on physical strength. The upper limbs of this big man are very thick, and one arm can be bigger than the thigh of this four-eyed guy!

"Afraid?" Wen Yan smiled, full of sarcasm.

"Ha!" The big man sneered. Without saying a word, he walked under the bar, jumped up easily, and grabbed the horizontal bar.

If someone wants to lose, there is no reason for him not to help.

Wen Yan stepped aside and started counting with a calm expression.

"One, two, three, four..."

Over there, Mi Ting was a little worried, but suddenly she remembered what he said about the "power size" issue, and her heart suddenly moved.

Let’s talk about the shield.

Thirty pull-ups passed in the blink of an eye, and the big man still looked very relaxed, and his movements were steady and unhurried.

The people around him shook their heads.

Look at this posture, this guy can do hundreds of them, he will lose with four eyes!

Wen Yan still looked calm and counted slowly.

Fifty.

seventy.

one hundred.

…

When he reached one hundred and fifty, the big man let go, evened out his breathing, stepped aside, and looked at Wen Yan with disdain.

Wen Yan didn't talk nonsense to him, walked to the bar and jumped easily, grabbing the horizontal bar.

"One, two, three, four..."

The big Han imitated him and started counting.

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye, and Wen Yan's expression did not change.

Mi Ting walked to the horizontal bar and couldn't help but become nervous.

How many can this guy do?

When forty passed, the voices of discussion around them gradually became quieter.

When seventy passed, the big man's forehead was sweating slightly.

Can't you tell this guy has a strong arm?

Ninety.

One hundred and one.
To be continued...