Mo Qingcheng's moves are light and fluttery, and he's gone as soon as he touches them.
Xiao Mofeng feels like a wisp of fresh air, unable to find a place to exert force...
Ye Xuanji never expected that her senior brother, who was always known for his calmness, would start a fight with Mo Qingcheng as soon as they met, and she was stunned for a moment.
He hurriedly said: "Stop, stop, we are all our own people, stop fighting!" [
But Bi Liusu's eyes shone when she saw it, and she grabbed Ye Xuanji who wanted to break up the fight: "Let them fight.o(∩_∩)o~~www
Ye Xuanji: "..."
Xiao Mofeng felt that he couldn't use his fists and kicks inside the house, so he shook his fist and jumped out: "Hey, let's come out and fight!"
Mo Qingcheng smiled and went out: "Okay!"
Ping ping ping pong, the two started fighting outside the door again.
This time there was no restraint, and both of them let go.
The household items in the yard were stirred by the wind of their fists and palms, and flew into the sky one after another.
Two figures were flying in the yard so fast that it was almost impossible to tell who was who.
The people who came to see the doctor never expected that this traveling doctor would actually start a fight with the patient's family.
All of a sudden, some people were watching the excitement and some were running away, and it was very lively.
Ye Xuanji’s face is full of black lines, do all men have aggressive and violent elements?
Two such calm people turned upside down in less than three sentences.
Bi Liusu pulled Ye Xuanji's sleeve and ran to a safe area to stand, watching the excitement with great interest.
From time to time, analyze the pros and cons of the two fists and kicks——
Fortunately, the two of them were competing in boxing and kicking skills, and neither of them used any spells.
At most, Xiao Mofeng used the pen as a judge's pen, and the light folding fan in Mo Qingcheng's hand was also used as an acupoint prong——
"Okay, okay, stop fighting. Senior brother, your pen is your most precious gold pen, a global limited edition. Qingcheng, your fan is worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. It would be a pity to destroy it. ...Okay, everyone, please stop..." 驩訾丩訾举丨騩訾丨丨騨樾樾丨騩騾丨訾丨騾樾丨騩騾樾丨騩訾thrashing訩訾丨権訾