‘Cou!!’
Mex fell a little hard and almost stopped breathing. He was dizzy and lying on the ground in a hurry and the rabbit kicked the eagle. When he was afraid of his eyes, he realized that Zhuo Yang did not take the opportunity to rush up and chase him, but left him.
Mi stood beside him, fixing a coffin face and hooked his fingers.
"Get up and continue to fight."
From the last time, I knew that this kid was a tough guy. Zhuo Yang had never met the spirit of not giving up before, which also made Zhuo Yang feel extremely fun. Mex rushed over with his eyes red,
He didn't even have a complete standing.
Two consecutive left and right fists, Zhuo Yangyou moved his body and slipped to Mex's side, bent his right arm to clamp his neck, twisted his body to his back, bent his knees and tightened his right hip
Put it on Mex's body, then squat deep down with both legs, bow your waist and lower your head, lift him up and throw him out again. In modern fighting, this is called a neck-pinching and a back-stripping. Traditional Chinese martial arts call it a house-breaking
.
After falling three times, Mex quickly turned over and got up. Although his steps were a little staggering, he still puffed his cheeks and punched Zhuo Yang with a fierce left straight punch. He knew that his punch was right after that.
The legs were lowered and the legs were kicked. Zhuo Yang turned his head and used the upper lattice of his left arm. At the same time, he moved his body slightly, and took the step forward and put the straight punch on his shoulder. Mex habitually raised his right leg, but
He lost his attack target and before he could be stunned, Zhuo Yang stood firm and leaned hard on his left leg and shoulders, while stretched his left arm to hit his chest.
He fell off again, facing his back.
Mex made a right punch, Zhuo Yang hugged his waist and over his back; Mex used both winds to penetrate his ears, Zhuo Yang threw his arms and back; Mex raised his legs and kicked, Zhuo Yang took the leg and turned to press
.Not much effort, Mex was thrown out for more than a dozen times in a row to eat shit. Not to mention dizziness, my brain dissipated yellow, my kidneys were bumped into my throat.
This scene can be called a complete list of throwing techniques, or it can be called a 18-year-old drop in clothes.
Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten! Mex stood opposite Zhuo Yang with trembling trembling. He was not afraid of trembling. His bones were almost disintegrating, and his muscles were so tired that his muscles were about to turn. Looking at Zhuo Yang who was placing his grasping hands in front of him, Mex
I don’t know how to pass the trick. I don’t know how to throw it, and I will naturally not prevent it from falling. This is the watershed difference between a street fighting expert. No matter how Mux is brave and good at fighting, he is just a personal sack bag in front of Zhuo Yang.
How to fuck this? Take a breath, Mex shook his cheeks and said, "You fucking kind..."
‘Ba!!’ Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Yang slapped him in the face. “You’re talking too much nonsense.”
"Ah" Mex was so angry that he screamed and rushed up again. Naturally, he was fist-hanging and his arms were thrown. 'Cou bang!'
Strongly stood up again, "You..."
‘Bang!’
"ah"
‘Cou!’
I couldn't see clearly when I shook the direction, "No..."
‘Bang!’
"ah"
‘Cou!’
After getting up, even the knee joints are soft and the waist is almost unable to straighten. This time, after gaining memory, Mex closed his lips tightly and stopped talking to avoid being distracted, but it was still useless. Zhuo Yang blocked the portal
If it is tightly tight, he still can't penetrate it.
What to do? Mex felt sad and tired, almost like a dead dog, but he was getting helpless. He lowered his tired eyes and rested for two seconds and then took a solution in his mind.
‘Ba!Ba!’
As soon as he put his upper and lower eyelids on, he threw out Mex's snot. He quickly opened his eyes and shrank his head and raised his elbow to protect his face, but inexplicably he leaped away from the ground with a cloud of mist. Zhuo Yang bent down and ran forward.
He hugged his knees with both hands and threw his legs forward with a very standard.
‘Cou!’
When he fell to the ground, Mex stabilized, was as sad as a poet of the apocalypse, staring at the white ceiling with empty eyes, as if something was strange there.
"Get up, don't pretend to be dead dog. Don't you have any breed?" Zhuo Yang hooked his hands.
"Don't... fall, I'll get up..." Mex was desperate like an oyster beside the stove.
"Okay, I won't fall." Zhuo Yang said. Mex was overjoyed, but heard Zhuo Yang continue, "... Call me Grandpa, I won't fall you."
"You...dream! If you have a good idea, please give me some pleasure."
"Yes, I'll give you some fun by calling Grandpa."
"Don't think about it! My grandfather has been dead for more than ten years..." Mex was very angry.
"That's right! You just need an elder like me to give you some tutoring."
"You let it go..." Mex said before he finished speaking.
"Shut up! You talk too much nonsense when you fight! Get up, you're a coward!"
Mex's teeth were broken and he struggled to pick up his body. Zhuo Yang did not take advantage of others. In fact, in this fight, as long as he threw Mex down, he would no longer chase him, otherwise
Mex is already cold.
It's just a private fight, without deep hatred, and a one-on-one fight, and even the street gangsters can't compete for territory. Zhuo Yang must not do his best, and he won't even leave Mex's injury.
, otherwise people will see that the messy saliva is annoying.
I don't know what happened there. I guess he couldn't do his best and didn't have the ability to do so. Shaking his head was like he was drunk. In fact, Mex can still stand up now, which is already very good.
People admire him, and his bones are like they are not his, so tired that they want to vomit. At this time, he relies on his unyielding breath, which is also called the quality of will.
Squinted his eyes hard and glanced at Zhuo Yang, otherwise he would not be able to be harsh. Standing up was the limit, and he had no strength to use any moves. But he suddenly saw Zhuo Yang raise his hand and whispering in his mouth.
"Huh!"
Mex hurriedly went to block, but he didn't know where to block it in a hurry. Should he come to slap my mouth? Or should he catch his wrist and throw me? In addition, he was used to defend Zhuo Yang and kicked up his legs.
Under a few awkward ways, Zhuo Yang just made a spell, and Mex just said that he was "cup!".
With a big breath of help, Mex could no longer get up.
The most physically consuming thing in the world is actually fighting. Don’t talk about your wild balls and one horse in two days, four days and one and a half horses. Those are not the same thing at all. If you go to fight once, you will know what it means to be tired. Boxing competitions
Why is there only three minutes in a round? This thing is scientific!
"Sun smash, get up!"
"I won't beat you when I call you grandpa!"
...
No matter how provocative Zhuo Yang spoke, Mex just couldn't get up. He lay on the ground with his eyes closed and said nothing. Whether he was dead or alive was left to fate, which made Zhuo Yang feel boring.
"Okay, that's all for today." Zhuo Yang nodded and clapped his hands, and Mex still said nothing.
He walked back to the stack of felt cotton pads he had just sat on, reached out to retrieve the mineral water, and looked up and drank it happily.
Chapter completed!