Li Qingmei wanted to chop off Cheng Tie's hands, but after chasing him five or six times around Hua Yuan'er, she suddenly froze on the spot, her vermillion lips were stained red, and then she spit out blood, and her whole body slowly
Fall to the side.
Seeing this, Cheng Tie reacted first and rushed up to hug her: "Hey, big sister, I'll just touch...and pinch you twice. You won't be so angry that you vomit blood, right?"
"You bastard, let me go!" Li Qingmei wanted to push him away, but her body couldn't muster any strength for a while.
Sun Yufu, who was standing next to Tang Ji, gave an explanation in a low voice: "In order to break free from the control, this female doll forcibly activated her internal strength, which caused her strength to leak out. She will need to be raised for at least a few months. If she doesn't regulate it well, her strength will still be strong."
It will go backwards, hey, this kid Cheng Tie has done a great sin!"
Tang Ji didn't take it seriously. He crossed his hands on his chest and already imagined a happy romance drama, or a romantic love action drama.
Fang Wei, who was sitting in the stands, also knew why Li Qingmei was feeling unwell. He slightly raised his hand to signal his subordinates to help him back to the room, and then said loudly: "Okay, since the two of them fell off the ring together in this competition, it will be recorded as a draw. Now Yuan
Our side has won two games, so let’s continue with the fourth game!”
Hearing this, the smile on Hua Yuan'er's face gradually faded, and she turned to look at Tang Ji and Sun Yufu: "Brother Tang, who will come next, you or Mr. Sun?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Yufu stuffed the wine gourd back into his waist and pulled on his blindfold: "This kid is full of bad ideas, so he has only a few ideas. He can't compete in martial arts, so let the old man do it!"
"Then... ok, Mr. Sun, remember what I said to you." Hua Yuan'er nodded and said a few words.
He had discussed it with Mr. Sun yesterday and declared to the public that he was a second-rate master. At that time, as long as the latter could suppress his cultivation and play a dozen or so tricks with the brothers in the village, as long as his adoptive father would not notice
Just get a clue.
"I know, I've said it so many times that I'm tired of it." Sun Yufu replied and was about to start, but was blocked by an arm stretched out from beside him.
"I'll go!"
Standing in the middle of a few people, Tang Ji said calmly. Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he explained with a faint smile: "Although my martial arts is not top-notch, I have been working hard these days.
Practice, anyway, the match point is in our hands. If we really can’t beat it, it won’t matter if I admit defeat. Mr. Hua, there should be ordinary people in your village, right?”
Although everyone didn't understand what Match Point meant, they knew that he wanted to compete in martial arts. Cheng Tie was the first to stand up and object: "Brother Tang, if you don't know martial arts, don't get involved. What should I do if something happens?"
Explain to Xiaoran?"
Xiaoran?
Hua Yuan'er glanced at Tang Ji. She had heard that Tang Ran had a family before, and now it seemed that this was his wife's name, but she didn't care about it and said instead: "There are so many unworthy people in the village.
I went, but Brother Tang, are you sure you want to fight?"
From the first time he met Tang Ji, he knew that Tang Ji was kind-hearted, benevolent in his actions, and loyal to his brothers. However, at the same time, he thought that he was a weak young man and never thought that he would take the initiative to compete on the stage.
Sun Yufu was very calm. He crossed his arms and said casually: "That's fine. You have been pampering yourself all day long. It would be good to go up and get beaten up to gain some experience. Otherwise, if you encounter danger in the future, you will just stand there and wait for death."
Tang Ji rolled his eyes. The key is that every time the person who killed him was either a first-rate master or a master master, even a master master, how could he, a weakling, beat him? He complained in his heart and patted Cheng Tie.
Her shoulder signaled him not to worry and walked straight towards the ring.
Seeing this, the bandits, who had just calmed down, started making trouble again.
"What kind of fun is this? Do you really want this pretty boy to come out and fight us? If you lose, you don't have to leave. You can just pick one of the four pillars next to you and hit him to death."
"That's right, I feel like that old man may win more than this kid."
"Whatever, Hua Ye's side has already won two games anyway. It's not too late to look at the old man after finishing this kid."
"..."
After Tang Ji came on stage, Hua Yuan'er walked straight to the stands, clasped his fists and said: "Father, Brother Tang is a friend of my child. He doesn't know martial arts, but he also wants to go on stage and give it a try. You can just pick someone who is not good at it."
Let’s have a discussion with my brother.”
"Hahaha, since Mr. Tang is so determined, I will definitely take it as his own!" Fang Wei leaned on the seat and laughed twice, then looked at Fang Hou: "Hou'er, you can make the arrangements!"
Hearing this, Fang Hou raised his eyes and looked at the young master standing on the stage. Although he didn't know who this man was, the man he saw yesterday was polite to him. It was unusual to think that he looked weak.
He dared to come up for a martial arts competition. He was just looking for death. Without thinking much, he randomly named someone: "Sun Shu, go up and compete with this brother!"
When he heard his name, the young man bragging by the stands suddenly raised his head, quickly walked out of the crowd, clasped his fists and replied: "Yes!"
Immediately, Sun Shu stretched his muscles twice and quickly stepped onto the stage. Although he was not very good at martial arts, he had done a lot of robbery on the road. He was very confident in dealing with such a pretty boy. He held his head high and said: "Little pretty boy, let's
How about a fist-to-fist fight without weapons?"
"That's what I meant." Tang Ji smiled, and there was no need to salute the bandit. He took a small step back with one foot, bent his body slightly, put his hands in front of his chest, and said, "Please
!”
Sun Shu scratched his head and didn't understand what his posture was, but he didn't pay much attention. He rushed over quickly and smashed it with a fist like a sandbag.
"ah!"
Tang Ji was very calm. He exhaled turbid air from his mouth, tilted his head slightly, stretched out his right arm in front to resist the incoming punch, then formed a fist with both hands, and swung several blows towards the opponent's abdomen in a short period of time.
Sun Shu fought back.
Seeing this scene, the bandits who were still making fun of Tang Ji turned dumb.
Su Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her head and asked, "Mr. Sun, did you teach me this boxing technique?"
"No." Sun Yufu replied bluntly. He also became slightly interested in Tang Ji's punches. He tugged on his beard and muttered: "Okay, this brat is hiding something secret!"
Tang Ji didn't notice the gazes of others and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the fight. After knocking his opponent back, he quickly retreated and returned to his previous posture, but this time his left hand was clenched into a fist.
"Bah!" Sun Shu spat, feeling that the pretty boy in front of him was a bit evil. He frowned slightly and finally became serious. After exhaling, he clenched his fist again and attacked.
Tang Ji reacted quickly and stepped forward to greet him.
After the two of them traded several moves in succession, they punched together.
Tang Ji punched Sun Shu in the face, and the latter hit his chest.
The two of them took half a step back and then struggled again. After a few moves, Tang Ji seized the opportunity and directly pushed his knee into the opponent's stomach. When Sun Shu raised his hand to defend, he punched the opponent in the head.
Then he used the quick punch just now, hitting the opponent's chest with a punch, and finally added a kick.
Sun Shu flew five feet away and fell to the ground, clutching his chest in pain and looking at Tang Ji in disbelief: "You, who are you? What kind of evil kung fu do you use?"
Tang Ji calmed down his breath and resumed his previous posture: "Wing Chun, Ye...ahem, Tang Ran!"