Inadvertently Invincible

Speaking ill of me behind my back?

It is mediocrity not to be envied. So I am still a little happy.

As a bailiff in Jiangdu City, how can he oppress ordinary people with his status and status.

What others can do, he can’t do it.

Lin Fan picked up the paralyzed haircut master and said with a smile: “It’s okay, I’m not a shrewd person, and now I’m bothering you to shave the hair of my subordinates, just like me, My subordinates are full of praise for the master’s craftsmanship, and they insist on getting my haircut.”

The bailiffs standing beside him wanted to cry.

Head, you can’t open your eyes and talk nonsense.

When did we say something like this, it’s entirely your personal opinion.

“I won’t tell you, little one, your hairstyle is the most beautiful shaved I’ve ever had in several decades.” The barber master said, and then solemnly vowed: “Please don’t worry, little one. I will definitely make everyone bailiff perfect.”

Lin Fan was satisfied and sat aside and waited, “Paul Liu, you come first and give everyone a good start.”

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“Yes, head.” Wang Baoliu was very excited about having the same hairstyle as head, and he was the first one. This is because head is optimistic about his performance, and he will definitely tell his father when he goes back.

Paul Liu sat there with anticipation, waiting for the haircut master to open.

Soon.

The rustling voice spread throughout the room.

The rest of the bailiffs fidgeted as though there were needles in their buttocks on the stool.

They wanted to run away, but they knew it was an impossible thing, and their heads were here looking at them, who could run.

I would have known this.

Even if they were killed at the beginning, they would never have praised how good-looking this hairstyle is.

Lin Fan is very satisfied with the current situation.

After he shaves his head bald, he gets attention wherever he goes. This kind of feeling is not very good. At first, he was a little impulsive, and now it’s too late to regret it.

But it’s all right now, not just him, but everyone.

It is necessary to share the attraction.

And most importantly, this is good for their cultivation “Iron Head Art”, and it can save a lot of trouble.

“Father, mother, child is going to be a monk.”

A bailiff sat on a chair, thinking of the upcoming results, a few drops slowly left in the corners of his eyes tears.

Then plucked up his courage and said, “Come on, I’m ready.”

Wang Baoliu looked in the mirror and touched his head, the more he liked it. They’ve changed a lot.

I really can’t put it down.

This will be the case in the future.

I don’t know how long it took.

When a group of bald bailiffs appeared on the street, the people on the side of the road were stunned.

Some hawkers in a frenzy were selling hard, and when he saw the bright heads from the corner of his eye, his limbs were stiff, his mouth was open, and he stared at the scene in front of him.

Damn it.

“What a shame.” A group of bailiff bowed their heads, feeling very embarrassed, they didn’t dare to look directly at the people, they always felt that they and the others were different from the people.

“lifts the head here.” Lin Fan said angrily, and found that their mentality was also a big problem, and they needed more training, starting from scratch, and starting special training for them from tomorrow.

As his subordinates, he has to be responsible to the end. He can sacrifice heroically, but not in vain.

The roar of the head startled them lifts the head.

Some want to cry but have no tears.

I don’t have a face.

On this day, the matter spread completely in Jiangdu City. The official bailiff shaved his head bald, and his head could shine, which was very dazzling.

Martial Training Stage.

“Listen to me, “Iron Head Art” is a second-class cultivation technique, cultivation to the highest realm, the head can break the tripod, you have a shallow foundation, you need to cycle and do not be too hasty.”

“The plaster has already been prepared for you. You each find a tree. With the help of Hunyuan Zhuang, you can double the results for half the effort.”

Lin Fan is a stern Constable. Things are definitely tough.

“Bao Liu, you are responsible for leading.”

“Yes, head.” Wang Baoliu said loudly, feeling a burden, to lead so many people, right? Be an official.

And Lin Fan needs to continue to make bricks. He has already cultivated “Iron Head Art” to the Second Stage, which is not far from the Third Stage.

To be able to cultivate so fast.

It should be related to Innate Divine Ability.

Innate has a greater advantage than others on the basis of Innate.

Lin Fan cultivated with them, moved the bricks to the Martial Training Stage, picked up a brick and slapped it on the head, acting decisively and not at all cowardly.

cultivation “Iron Head Art” is very hard, but it doesn’t matter if it’s hard or not, just practice it first.

Wang Baoliu, as a leader, how could he not lead by example, his head hit the bark directly, bang, the world was spinning, dazed, his legs were unstable, as if he was drunk.

“It’s shaking today.”

At the same time, the pain from his head almost made him shout out loud.

He refrained from shouting.

As the leader personally appointed by the head, if you really want to shout it out, isn’t that no face at all?

Some bailiff stood in front of the tree, reached out and touched it, the bark was a little rough, and then touched the smooth head, this head hit it, it felt a little wrong.

Looking at the head that smashed his head with a brick, he fell into deep thought.

Is there really a difference in the head between people?

“If you want not to lose your life in the battle, shed your blood and sweat on me now, or your daughter-in-law will become someone else’s daughter-in-law, your child will become someone else’s child, your father It’s a bit miserable to think about my mother being a lonely old man.”

“Whether you cultivate or not is your own business, the boss can only tell you so much.”

Lin After Fan finished saying what he wanted to say, he continued to pick up a brick and smash it on his head.

Perhaps his words had some effect.

Everyone is cultivating.

Lin Fan smiled gratified, that’s the truth, it’s not good to eat and wait to die, they are not only facing demons, but also unknown guys.

For example, the behind-the-scenes forces of Sun Tao and Lu Nian.

Bang!

Bang!

A bailiff hit so hard that blood was all over his head, but he was still hitting.

Gao Zhenbin.

There are very few common words.

Lin Fan usually observes the character of every subordinate in his team. This Gao Zhenbin is relatively calm, and some important things can be handed over to the other party with confidence.

It stands to reason that such a person will be promising.

It’s a pity.

When bailiffs are all from poor families, even if you want to cultivate, you are not qualified to touch these.

“If you hit the spurt of blood, you have to apply medicine and stand on the Hunyuan pile, and assist both internally and externally, so as not to leave repercussions.” Lin Fan said.

Although the first cultivation feels very cool.

But I can’t work so hard, I have to keep up with your rhythm, and the bricks will crackle on the head.

“Ah! Brother Baoliu, you have blood on your head.”

Ziz…

Wang Baoliu turned his head, very puzzled, Where is the blood.

Everyone was stunned to see a small column of blood spurting out from Brother Bao Liu’s head, forming an arc and then falling down.