Six hundred and sixtieth chapters destroy their master prestige
"It is said that Ye Dongling practiced Wing Chun since she was a child, and dozens of strong men could not get into her body. She was once the champion of three national martial arts competitions. This is not the most awesome place for her in the world. Her most awesome deeds are,
I once went to North America alone to engage in black boxing, and had a fight with the North American underground boxing champion, whose name is Bila! This news spread back to China, and was praised by many martial arts masters, saying that Ye Dongling promoted my Chinese power."
Chu Fan kept talking.
At this moment, Fang Hao's eyes flashed. If he was talking about someone else, he might not know yet, but he could almost conclude who Chu Fan was talking about as 'damn Bila'. He became a little interested, and Fang Hao asked curiously: "
In the end, who won?"
"Tie!" Chu Fan said with a solemn expression.
"..." Fang Hao rolled his eyes and immediately lost interest. He knew Madbilla's skills and would definitely not be his opponent in a draw.
But immediately, unless you said something, Fang Hao's heart skipped a beat and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Chu Fan said very seriously: "Ye Dongling only used one hand from beginning to end."
At this moment, even Fang Hao took a breath of cold air, and tied with Madebira with one hand. If it was a fucking pair of hands, Madebira would definitely be completely defeated, and listening to this,
I'm afraid even he can't beat Ye Dong's skill.
"Are you telling the truth?" Fang Hao didn't believe it, because he felt that it was a bit untrue.
"It's true. There were several martial arts masters from China who went to watch the battle that time. They came back and said it. They shouldn't be lying." Chu Fan's expression was always serious.
"He is indeed a master. I would like to meet him when I have time." Fang Hao stretched his hands so high that it was difficult to find an opponent. No one who had fought against Fang Hao so far seemed to be his opponent. Of course, Wen Xiao's transformation*
Except for the bitches!
"She will be back today. Her apprentice is competing in martial arts to find a bride. She will definitely come back." Chu Fan couldn't help but look towards the ring not far away.
On the ring, Mr. Bao was smiling like a spring breeze, using the microphone to smile at the people in the yard: "Everyone, I believe you all know what day it is today! Our lady is choosing a son-in-law, and the purpose of being here is
It should be the same, now my young lady will come on stage, as long as any of you can beat my young lady alone, then you will be our uncle."
"Master Bao, Miss Meiling is so delicate, we can't do anything. If we hurt Miss Meiling, wouldn't it be a big sin for us?" A young man said loudly.
"Well, you are a good young man. You know how to care about my young lady. Then you should give in to my young lady!" Mr. Bao put one hand behind his back and held the microphone in the other. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the young people below.
At this moment, Chu Fan introduced Fang Hao to the young people over there. Chu Fan was originally from these circles, so he naturally knew a lot of them. After Chu Fan’s explanation, many of them were rich and powerful, and many of them were rich.
generation.
After hearing this, Fang Hao wondered: "Every one of these guys has a high status. It's not easy to get a woman. Don't these guys feel embarrassed if they have to come here and fight for a woman?"
Fang Hao is a bit chauvinistic, so he doesn't understand it very well.
"Master, do you know that Uncle Chen has announced that from now on, Chen's enterprises, including all his black and white businesses, will be handed over to Deng Meiling. In other words, if you marry Deng Meiling, you will instantly become a member of the Jiangsu Province.
It is conceivable how tempting it is for these guys to go to the top dignitaries. And the family power of these guys naturally hopes that their descendants can have huge power, so so many people come.
Not surprising, look over there, the young master of the Standing Committee, Xiang Yuntian, is here, and he sees how attracted he is to these guys." Chu Fan saw clearly.
Fang Hao nodded, agreeing with Chu Fan's view.
Soon, Master Bao finished explaining. Deng Meiling, who was originally dressed in white, had changed into loose practice clothes, tied a belt, and tied up her long hair, showing her ability and confidence.
At this moment, Deng Meiling stood on the stage, raised her hands to the people in the audience, and said with an indifferent expression: "Who is coming!"
For a while, no one came on stage, but there was a lot of noise and discussion below. Most people were not willing to be the first to go up, because these guys are not fools. Let others come on stage to fight Deng Meiling first. The people in the audience
, you can observe how good Deng Meiling is. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win.
At the same time, they were not worried that those who went first would defeat Deng Meiling, because Deng Meiling must have relied on something in choosing this method.
At this moment, a top-notch mature woman named Zou Sangtai, who was wearing a suit and looked like a white-collar worker in a company, sat on the only stool on the stage.
When Deng Meiling on the stage saw this woman, her face lit up: "Master, you are here."
"Well, don't embarrass us women." The woman said with a smile.
At this moment, Chu Fan next to Fang Hao suddenly jumped up excitedly: "Master, that woman is Ye Dongling. Did you see that not only is she beautiful, she is also a rumored martial arts master. It would be great if she could teach me how to do it.
…”
After hearing Chu Fan's words, Fang Hao rolled his eyes angrily: "You bastard, go and become her teacher!"
"Yes!" Chu Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, but he immediately saw the faint twinkling light in Fang Hao's eyes, and immediately shuddered. He quickly changed the subject and said with a smile: "He just wants to accept me, and I won't do it.
Well, no matter how powerful you are, you are still not as powerful as you, master."
Of course, when Chu Fan said this, he actually didn't think so in his heart. Although he knew that Fang Hao was powerful, he didn't think that Fang Hao was more powerful than Ye Dongling. After all, in Chu Fan's knowledge of Fang Hao's deeds, he only defeated Fang Hao.
Just a lot of underworld figures.
In Chu Fan's eyes, how could those underworld missions be compared with the North American underground boxing champion? Moreover, Ye Dongling could tie the underground boxing champion with one hand. Comparing these two, it was a clear decision.
If Fang Hao knew what Chu Fan was thinking, he would definitely be furious. He would have to teach this fat pig a lesson. It would increase the ambition of others and destroy the prestige of his own master!
At this moment, someone finally couldn't hold himself back and came on stage. Seeing how excited and nervous this man was, he must have gotten lucky and hoped to return with the power of the beauty.
"Ms. Meiling, my love for you can definitely be judged by the sun and the moon. Please show mercy, miss." This guy said solemnly. In fact, this guy is very scheming. Showing love as soon as he comes up is nothing more than that.
I just want Deng Meiling to be merciful for the sake of his love.
"Come on." A trace of contempt flashed in Deng Meiling's eyes.
The man roared immediately and rushed straight towards Deng Meiling. His fists were dancing vigorously, but after beating for a long time, his face and other clothes were not even touched.
At this moment, Deng Meiling's eyes flashed, she saw the opportunity, and kicked out. The man was immediately kicked off the wooden platform, and it only took one move.
This situation surprised Fang Haodu. As soon as the expert took action, he would know whether Deng Meiling's clean kick just now may not necessarily mean that Deng Meiling is very strong, but it can definitely prove that Deng Meiling's legs
The power is very powerful.
This kick made many young men in the audience remain silent, knowing that if they want to win, they will not be able to win without a few brushes. (To be continued)