"Then... how much do you want?" Philip Mex had a black line. No matter how he looked at European football, the only pianist in football was not a person who was short of money, and no matter how he looked at Zhuo Yang, he didn't seem to be in the limelight.
Money is a fool, but how can you keep your mouth shut and just keep it up?
"100,000! A fixed price. I spent 100,000 yuan on these tuitions. If I don't let my use, I will suffer a big loss. Maybe I can't beat you, so you have to pay me a temporary buyout fee of 100,000 euros." Zhuo Yang
He is not short of money, but he has no grudges against money. There is nothing to trade with Mex. He can't let him let the game go, right?
"Okay! Go back and send your account to my phone, and I will call you after the game." One hundred thousand is not too big for Mex. Compared to a win of a boxing game, he believes that one hundred thousand is a hundred thousand.
It's very worth it. The third time I opened up, Mex said, "Come and fight" and rushed to Zhuo Yang.
"Let's wait!"
This time the brake almost flashed Mex's waist. "So what..."
‘Ba!Ba!’ Zhuo Yang made a quick move and slapped two times in the face, then he jumped to take a step and opened some distance. “Okay, come on.”
Mex was so angry that he rushed towards the sky spirit cap. He shouted, rushed towards him, stabbed his right fist, hooked his left fist, stretched his shoulders, led his arms, waist and horse together, and his momentum was quite fierce.
He tilted his head to avoid the straight fist, pressed his elbow to resist the attacking hard hook, Zhuo Yang used his left arm to lift Mex, and he also slid backwards, and the two of them opened the distance again.
There is no change, Mex is still his routine of punching and kicking. The habitual connection movements he has developed over the years are difficult to change. However, compared to last time, this move seems more determined and decisive. Zhuo Yang is also
At the beginning, he only took the defensive, blocked and dodged. If he saw the boxing path clearly, he would have this benefit. If Zhuo Yang's advantage last time was 10 points, then he would have 20 points at one time.
Mex plays the routine smoothly, and Zhuo Yang defends it smoothly. The oil seller adds a copper coin eye to the gourd mouth and pours oil.
Mex attacked fiercely, Zhuo Yang defended, straightened his fists, his legs and elbows, and his arms were hung to remove the iron door bolts. Zhuo Yang did not believe in Mex, and of course Mex could not believe in what Zhuo Yang said. Zhuo Yang said no
If you fall, you really won’t fall? If you really suddenly fall, you will be covered in blood. Who will Mex ask for?
While Mex attacking fiercely, he kept staring at Zhuo Yang's hand carefully, for fear that he would use the tricks of capturing and locking again, because those are signs of falling. As long as Zhuo Yang shook his fingers, Mex was like a frightened bird, hurry up
Lower the center of gravity and stabilize the market.
Mex's left hook was sounding with the wind, but was blocked by Zhuo Yang's arm and stopped halfway. Suddenly, the golden wire wrapped around his wrist and grabbed his wrist. The reverse joint seemed to be twisting. Mex was shocked.
He decided to fall and didn't discuss it. He quickly rushed to stance to relieve himself, focusing on his left arm's struggle. Suddenly, he was the only one who could do his best to get out of his team.
‘biang!!’
Someone was hit on the right side of Mex's head. He suddenly felt dizzy and his body was holding a flat "bia!" and fell to the ground.
Philip Mex was lying on the soft mat and didn't know what was going on. He couldn't tell the direction. He finally focused his eyes and found the person standing. Zhuo Yang was rubbing small steps while using his thumb to his nose.
I wiped it down, and my arrogant look was very annoying.
With a cunning and contemptuous smile, Zhuo Yang played with Bruce Lee's small steps. He raised his left leg and used his fingers to fear his upper.
Today, Zhuo Yang specially wore a pair of lightweight sports shoes with soft soles. People who practice Taekwondo call this kind of shoes "Tao Shoes". Not only that, Zhuo Yang also tied ankle protection and arches to his feet.
bandage.
Before coming, Zhuo Yang had thought about playing with legs today. It was boring to use throwing techniques to abuse vegetables. Just now, he accidentally knocked Mex over to the ground with a close-to-high whip leg.
Mex rubbed his head and stood up. Maybe he still didn't know what was going on, but this fight still needs to be fought. Mex is a defender on the court, but he is always excited on the court.
The attacker roared and made a strange scream in his mouth. He made a flying kick in front and then hit Zhuo Yang. Who seems to be unable to kick?
Zhuo Yang suddenly stepped forward, turned around and kicked back.
‘biang!!’
‘bia!’
Mex was kicked in the head again, and a green onion was planted in the air and hit the ground. He ruined his life's haggardness. After only a few dusks, he finally knew what he had encountered. A feeling of powerlessness came deeply, and Mex was only desolate at this moment.
"Get up, don't pretend to be dead, or I will smash you to death!"
There is no way, you must not be scared to death when you are beaten to death. Mex's pace is as messy as if he was drunk. In the next few minutes, Zhuo Yang did not kick him on the head, but other parts of his body were
He kicked it all the way. Mex was kicked down again and again, such as sweeping legs, chain legs, swallow poking, shadowless feet, side kick hooks, straight kicks, swinging slings, which is a complete collection of kicking techniques.
Nowadays, in various ring fighting competitions, high whip legs, chop legs, and even round kicks are common, because the protection measures are comprehensive in the competition, and no chase after falling to the ground is allowed, and for the sake of viewing, the rules are
Encourage your legs to get higher. If you hit your opponent's head with a high leg, you will add two points.
In traditional Chinese martial arts, it is important to not kick the waist because the legs are raised too high and the opponent can easily be beaten by the opponent. But that refers to the duel between two masters with equal strength. Today Mex was caught off guard and was dizzy. His head was not clear about the reaction and
Flexibility will naturally decrease a lot. The door is wide open in the moves, and his fist path has been touched by Zhuo Yang. If Zhuo Yang doesn't kick him, Zhuo Yang is simply sorry for himself and the ancestors of the Southern Fist and North Legs.
Ordinary people take advantage of playing a little bit in street fights, especially when small people face tall and strong, using their legs is the only chance to win.
A few minutes passed, and like last time, Mex fell on the mat and only had heavy breathing left. His bones all over his body felt as if they were kicked apart. He didn't have to lift his clothes to see them. He must have been bruised everywhere.
Seeing that Mex was not getting up any longer, Zhuo Yang had to give up. Kicking was also a physical job. He felt a little tired now, although he hadn't fully played.
"Lock the door for me when you leave, remember to get me 100,000 yuan." After putting on a coat, putting on a scarf and sunglasses, Zhuo Yang said to Mex lying on the ground.
Mex looked at the ceiling with empty eyes, deserted and miserable, and it was another sad night.
Seeing that he had lost the mood to answer, Zhuo Yang did not wait any longer. He opened the door and looked sneakily. Seeing that there was still no one outside, he hurried out.
Chapter completed!