Volume 7 Ma Mingfeng Xiaoxiao, The Boy Raises His Sword Chapter 388: I will throw you eight somersaults first!
Wu Zhijiao punched him with a punch that sounded like wind. His whole body rushed forward, and in an instant he seemed to be transformed into a tiger, roaring with great power.
Halfway through, he crossed his fists again and again, and each time they crossed, the punches became heavier.
"Su Ling, be careful. If I break you, it's none of my business!" Wu Shujiao yelled.
Su Ling smiled faintly and secretly thought that this strong man still had a good heart. He was afraid that he would be careless and get hurt, so he deliberately reminded him.
Su Ling shook his clothes and laughed boldly: "What a crazy tiger coming down the mountain! The wind of the fist is strong, the fist is as heavy as a mountain, and the power of the fist is as powerful as a tiger! So majestic! So majestic!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Lingjiao had already bullied him and punched Su Ling in the chest with his fists.
Wu Zhijiao used 60% of his strength. Although he wanted to compete with Su Ling, he knew who Su Ling was and could not be hurt by his own hands, so he did not use his full strength.
However, he saw that although Su Ling's physique was not thin, it was still far from majestic and strong. Coupled with his conversation and attire, he was undoubtedly a scholar.
So he punched out, feeling that even though he only used 60% of his strength, he would probably knock Su Ling to the ground.
But he saw that his punch was catching the wind, and he was coming at a very fast speed. But when he looked at Su Ling, he seemed to have not heard it. He still had a smile on his face, looking at him with a faint smile, neither dodging nor dodging.
Wu Zhijiao was a little confused, wondering if Su Ling was frightened by his own fists. Why could he only laugh and not dodge?
In desperation, Wu Zhijiao shouted urgently: "Su Ling, are you stupid or can't move? Why are you still looking at me and giggling? Don't look at me, just look at the punch! If you don't hide, you will have to fight each other."
Real!"
Su Ling didn't answer, and still looked at him with a smile.
Eighty percent is stupid! Eighty percent!
Wu Zhijiao sighed secretly. He was a fool. He had known why he had gone through so much trouble. It was a sin to compete with him and bully a fool!
Although he regretted it, the punch had already been thrown out and the joint could not hold it back no matter what.
Wu Zhijiao had no choice but to close his eyes and pray secretly not to let Su Ling get too seriously injured.
Wu Zhijiao, who smashed his fists down with his eyes closed, did not expect the scream from Su Ling that he thought he would. He even felt that his blow was as if it hit the air, and there was no tactile sensation of hitting a person at all.
What's going on? Wu Shujiao was puzzled. He slowly opened his eyes a little and secretly looked at Su Ling.
But this big man was really not stupid. He thought that if he didn't open his eyes completely, if he saw Su Lingzhen, he would be beaten more badly. If he could prevaricate, the matter would be over.
But his eyes could only open a crack, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.
But he saw that Su Ling was only one foot away from him, his expression remained unchanged, and he still looked at him with a smile, his expression relaxed, as if nothing had happened.
I punched him, and he actually...
How is this possible? Wu Zhijiao was shocked.
At this time, Su Ling spoke, with a hint of joking in his voice: "Brother, hit me! Hit my chest! Seeing that the punch was coming, I was ready to be beaten violently, why did I stop?
?Brother, I said, don’t hold back, do whatever you can! Why don’t you listen?”
What? What does he mean?
Wu Shujiao's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Su Ling gave him a downward look.
Wu Shujiao then took his eyes away from Su Ling's face and looked down. At a glance, his appearance changed even more.
In front of Su Ling's chest, to be precise, about two inches away from Su Ling, his fists stopped there, as if being pulled by some kind of force, and could only stop there, unable to move an inch.
It wasn't just as simple as stopping there. The punch was thrown out by himself and the hand was his own, but he himself didn't even notice that he had stopped.
A slight difference is a thousand miles away!
Although he had used 60% of his strength just now, he could already open the monument with a single fist. However, the Su Ling in front of him remained motionless, silently forcing himself to stop his punches, and even used his own aura to pull him along.
His own punches made him not even aware of them at all.
How did he do it! Only several levels of skills can have such an effect!
Wu Shujiao was stunned, not knowing what to do for a moment!
"Hey! Brother, don't just stand there, use your strength! Come on, hit me!"
Su Ling looked like he was begging for a beating.
Wu Zhijiao was really a little angry and shouted: "As you wish, drink-"
He added another 10% of his strength, thinking that he would be able to do it this time.
However, it was completely beyond Wu Zhijiao's expectation that his fist still stopped there, motionless, as if it was being sucked.
"This...how is it possible!" Wu Shujiao was shocked.
Su Ling smiled lightly and said: "Brother, you are too polite! Since you are unwilling to beat me, then I will kick you!"
As he said that, he looked Wu Shujiao up and down.
Wu Shujiao's face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and he was still trying hard to make his fist move.
Su Ling joked: "Well, it feels like your butt is pretty strong, so let's get down on your butt!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Shujiao felt an afterimage rushing towards his eyes. It flashed his eyes, and the next moment he felt a pair of strong hands firmly holding his waist.
Wu Zhijiao understood that this was Su Ling's move, and he was really about to throw him down.
How could Wu Lingjiao give in so easily? He shouted loudly, his strong body shook violently, and wanted to use the old dragon's armor shaking move to remove Su Ling's power, so that Su Ling could not throw him.
But no matter how hard he exerted his waist, Su Ling's hand was still firmly stuck there, as if embedded in his body.
"Get down!" Su Ling shouted.
"Plop——"
That Wu Shujiao was really obedient, but when he saw his tiger-like body, it was as if a wall had fallen over him, and he suddenly fell into the dust.
Not only did he fall down, but he also said exactly what Su Ling said and landed on his butt first, causing smoke and dust to fly everywhere.
"Wow -" Lin Bulang, Li Qitan and others all laughed.
There was a hint of appreciation and unspeakable meaning in Zhao Fengyu's eyes.
Su Ling knocked Wu Shujiao down with one move, floated back, stepped back ten feet, and burst into laughter.
It took Wu Zhijiao a long while to get up from the ground with his buttocks covered, and while rubbing his hot big buttocks, he muttered: "Just now I was distracted, underestimated the enemy, didn't pay attention, and kept my hands...
..”
Su Ling shrugged and said with a smile: "It seems that I'm not convinced, that's all. It won't count this time. Let's do it again until you feel that you really can't beat me. How about we count it again?"
Wu Shujiao shook his big head and said with a smile: "Okay! Su Ling, this is what you said. I didn't force you. If you come back, come again! Drink--"
Following the words, the man punched loudly.
This time the boxing style was bigger and more powerful than last time.
Wu Zhijiao used 80% of his strength this time. He secretly considered that with 80% of his strength, I don't believe I can't hit you!
However, after he punched, he realized that everything was still the same as before.
Su Ling still stood there with a smile on her face, motionless.
But his fist still stopped a few inches away from Su Ling, unable to move.
"Where did your body hit the ground first this time? Well, you have a big face, you should be able to withstand the fall!"
It was still an afterimage, but this time Su Ling's hands climbed to his left shoulder, firmly holding his left shoulder, and exerted force with his feet.
"Whoosh-pop!"
"Get down!"
"Plop——"
Over the shoulder!
Look at Wu Shujiao being thrown more than three feet away, and he landed on the ground with his left face first.
Fortunately, Wu Shujiao has rough skin and thick flesh, but the left side of his face is only red.
He could only grin and rub the left side of his face before standing up again.
"Are you convinced?" Su Ling smiled.
"Not convinced!"
Su Ling nodded and said: "Okay! Come again!"
Then Su Ling's voice kept ringing.
"Right cheek!..."
"Head!..."
"Back!..."
Then there were the sounds of "Get down!" and "Plop" one after another.
Every time, Su Ling said which part of Wu Shujiao's body hit the ground first, and with a "get down" sound, he was really thrown to the ground just like Su Ling said.
Lin Bulang counted them with great interest.
In a moment, Su Ling threw Wu Shujiao eight times. Moreover, the body parts that landed on the ground were not the same every time.
Finally, after the eighth somersault, Wu Shujiao simply lay down on the ground and refused to get up no matter what.
Su Ling laughed loudly and said: "Brother, get up, the ground is cold and dirty..."
Wu Zejiao waved his hands and shook his head: "No, no, no... I can't get up. I have to lie down when I get up... It really hurts!"
Su Ling then laughed and said, "How about it, do you accept it?"
This Wu Shujiao was a straight man and was willing to admit defeat. Not only did he not hold any grudge against Su Ling for throwing him eight times, but he actually felt close to Su Ling because he was convinced.
Zhao Fengyu then frowned and walked over and scolded: "It's embarrassing...how about this? Is it a good fall? I think you can just change your name from now on and call it Wu Wanhuo! You were thrown so hard
Yelling, how appropriate!"
Wu Zejiao's face turned red, he lowered his head and said with a smile: "Su Ling, Mr. Su's kung fu is really superb. I was blind just now. I hope Mr. Su will forgive me!"
Su Ling smiled and patted Wu Shujiao on the shoulder, quite fond of the big man who looked like a fierce tiger.
"Brother, Leader, is a generous man and doesn't stick to trivial matters. As long as I don't get annoyed with me for throwing you down so many times, Su Ling will have nothing else to ask for! If you don't mind, just call me Brother Su!"
Seeing this, everyone gathered around.
Among these people, He Changjing was the most excited. To be honest, he had some prejudices against Su Ling until just now, thinking that he only relied on his relationship with Xiao Yuanche to become the deputy governor of the Shadow Division.
Somewhat dissatisfied.
But just now, Su Ling threw a series of blows with his hands, which was clean and neat, without any sloppiness. Only then was he convinced, and he thought to himself, Su Ling is really worthy of the position of Deputy Governor of the General Administration.
Money overwhelms the hands of servants, but art overpowers those who work in the industry! The ancients sincerely did not deceive me.
Zhao Fengyu looked at the sky.
But the dark clouds seemed to be getting lower and lower, almost reaching the roof of the thatched house. The wind was blowing and the clouds were blowing, and heavy rain was about to come.
Zhao Fengyu then said in a deep voice: "Everyone, we have been delayed for some time. Although it is temporarily safe here, it is not a place to live for a long time. It is going to rain. Let's go to the house to discuss what we should do next!"
Everyone nodded.
Su Ling turned around and was about to go into the house, but suddenly found that at some point, there were two girls leaning on the left and right beside the door frame of the hut.
The red clothes were blown by the wind, fluttering like two dancing flames.
At the same time, Lin Bulang also saw them.
"Sister Mu..."
"Sister Wen..."
The two of them spoke at the same time and quickly stepped forward.
Su Ling went to the left, and Lin Bulang went to the right.
On the left is Mu Yanqing, and on the right is Wen Fanghua.
These two people have long been accustomed to fighting in the arena and fighting for their lives on the battlefield. But they are two girls after all, not to mention that the two men trapped in the formation are closely related to them.
The two of them were left here by Zhao Fengyu, and they were already worried. One was worried about Su Ling, and the other was worried about Lin Bulang.
There were several times when the two of them wanted to fight back at all costs. If Wu Shujiao hadn't tried so hard to persuade them, they would have been afraid that if they went back rashly, something would happen again, so they had to endure it.
But the waiting with unknown results was the most painful. The two of them sat restlessly, only looking forward to the sound of footsteps at the door.
But he was afraid that the footsteps were not from Su Ling or the others, but from the enemy, or from them, but Su Ling or Lin Bulang would never come back.
Feeling like sitting on pins and needles.
It wasn't until Wu led the teacher to open the door and go out that the two of them followed him out impatiently.
However, when they saw Su Ling and others talking and competing, the two of them leaned against the door frame and did not move forward.
Four people with four eyes facing each other.
The rest of the life after the disaster is full of tenderness.
The girl even had tears in her eyes.
Seeing the appearance of these four people, Wu Zhijiao chuckled and said: "Brother Su, Brother Lin, you don't know that these two sisters feel like their hearts are being crushed when they can't see you... Why?
Now that we have met, we haven’t even spoken to each other. Why don’t we express our feelings to each other? I’m worried for you..."
When Wu Zhijiao said this, all four people's faces turned red.
Mu Yanqing spat, and although there were tears in her eyes, she said inhumanely: "Wu, I see you are a big, honest and honest person. When did you become a glib person? My sister is too lazy to care about Su Ling..."
..Only if you die and can’t come back can you have a good relationship!”
Su Ling laughed loudly, poked Lin Bulang and said, "Okay, Bu Lang, why don't we return it, since no one cares whether it dies or not!"
Lin Bulang looked teasing, nodded and said: "Yes, yes! What the young master said is true, let's leave now!"
At this time, Mu Yanqing and Wen Fanghua suddenly became anxious, and both yelled: "You two, hurry back, I will break your legs right now!"
Su Ling and Lin Bulang looked at each other, sticking out their tongues with smiles on their faces.
Then everyone filed in and entered the house.
Zhao Fengyu and Wu Shujiao walked side by side at the end.
Zhao Fengyu whispered to Wu Lvjiao: "How?"
Wu Shujiao nodded calmly and gave a thumbs up quietly.
His expression at this moment seemed to be a completely different person compared to the silly one just now.
Zhao Fengyu glanced at him sideways and said in a low voice: "I said that the person my master fell in love with was wrong... You may as well give it a try, and you can try your best to get along with him in the future.
....."
As he said that, he glanced at Wu Shujiao with seemingly deep meaning.