This kick broke the strong man''s hope, he fell heavily on the ground, the initial arrogance disappeared at this moment.
He''s very angry, and so are those who want to see a good start. It''s something to win directly by rules.
They booed with one voice.
Yang Fan was not disturbed by these things. He looked down at the strong man, who was gnashing his teeth. In the end, he didn''t hold back. He jumped directly onto the Biwu platform, pointed to Yang Fan''s nose and said angrily, "I don''t agree. I want to talk to you again
Fight
Yang Fan ignored him and looked at the referee in black.
The referee gave him a white look: "everything is done according to the rules, no one is exception. If you dare to make trouble again, don''t blame me for being rude!"
The referee then gave Yang Fan a look, as if to tell him this is OK?
However, Yang Fan said with a cool smile, "I agree with you to fight with me!"
The black judge was speechless.
The strong man was ready to punch, but Yang Fan left with both hands on his back.
"What do you mean?" The strong man cried angrily.
Yang Fan is very unique, did not mean to look back, "everything according to the rules, you have lost, I fight with you what''s the use?"
The strong man was shocked, but the black judge unconsciously gave Yang Fan a thumbs up, which was really shameless.
In the stands, a man in black couldn''t help clapping for Yang Fan. He was really good at dressing up. Why didn''t he dress up like that when he hit himself that night? It doesn''t matter if he doesn''t pretend, but he beats himself to death. It really makes him feel bad.
In a burst of hiss, Yang Fan went to the closed circular corridor above and happened to meet a young man with a black belt on his forehead and two vertical bangs covering half of his face. He couldn''t see his cold face
Out of a trace of other emotions, a pair of pure eyes but give people a kind of not close to the aftereffect!
Yang Fan passed him by. When he came to the door of the rest room, he felt wrong. He turned back.
Before he got to the entrance, he heard the thunderous applause. Looking around, the brother of the strong man had fallen on the stage. He was bloody and had no human form.
"I''ve warned you to surrender, but you don''t listen, so you deserve it." The young man made a bow to the audience as well as to the East and West.
Into the corridor, he took a look at the entrance of Yang Fan, eyes full of disdain.
Yang Fan said with a smile. He walked back slowly, but he didn''t see the young man when he went back.
When you get to Wu people and their side, you find that Han Han is composed of three people.
One of them wrote a poem, and the other two clapped their hands to praise it.
Yang Fan is embarrassed to disturb, so he can only wait for the meeting to ask again.
On the platform, the third competition has already started. The three generations of disciples of the Vientiane sect come out from the top and bottom. They are pretty and dressed simply. The other is a man with three long swords on his back.
Both of them hold swords, and all of them cast their expectant eyes. Who knows that the disciples of the Vientiane sect directly bow their hands and say, "I give up!"
At this time, the hiss gradually began. Just now, someone was still praising the Eastern team above. Now it seems that the Eastern team above is rubbish, either cheating or surrendering.
"Go down! A bunch of cowards
"It''s rubbish. Don''t you know if you surrender, you will lose your face? Dead trash
The third generation of disciples of the Vientiane sect are also speechless. One of their Qi training periods is to increase the number of people, and they will not surrender? How can this be done? Moreover, with the new senior brother, he would not be afraid of anything. Originally, he just went through the motions.
Moreover, it is not advisable for the current Vientiane sect to strike a stone with an egg. Although he originally planned to fight with his opponent for several rounds, after all, the sect''s face is still there, but he saw that the person opposite was empress muruyu, who surrendered without saying a word.
He now feels that he has the capital to fight with his classmates. After all, he is the first third generation disciple to fight with Mo Ruyu.
Back in the lounge, he said goodbye to the new master and left the arena.
The competition is still going on. All 250 matches will be finished today.
By noon, a hundred contests had been held.
The stands of the East and the West have already begun to eat, and the fragrance wafts in. The stomachs of the audience are cooing one by one. After all, they are not allowed to bring food in.
Many people want to go out to eat, but once they go out, they can''t come in.
But soon there were soldiers pushing wheelbarrows to sell food.
One pusher, one peddler.
The cooperation of the two soldiers can be said to be handy.
"How much is the roast chicken?"
"Thirty Liang, you are robbing money!"
Although it is exorbitantly expensive, tens of thousands of viewers bought it in the end. After all, most of them are just practicing and are not anti hungry.
Gongyu in the stands of the west is very happy. In this way, the National Treasury will soon be sufficient,
In the upper rest room, he had already read 201. He had been boasting about his Wu people and finally got up. At this time, he found that Yang Fan had already sat next to him.
"Young master, when did you sit next to me?"
Yang Fan white his one eye, "hit well, you just changed the sign with that person?"
Wu and nodded, "little master, I seem to realize that word."
Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction. At this time, Mo Ruyu suddenly gasped to the upper lounge.
He glanced directly and saw Yang Fan. Then he looked for him.
On the other side, Yang Yang Yang came up to Yang Fan and asked, "you are the little head of that family. Listen to brother Wu''s voice, he must respect you very much, and you must be very powerful!"
Yang Fan nodded.
Yang Yangyang immediately blossomed, "can you teach me how to fight? When I asked brother Wu just now, he said that girls should not learn to fight! "
Yang Fan looked at the incomparably lovely Yang Yangyang and said with a smile, "I agree with him!"
"I agree, too!" Mo Ruyu sits down directly and looks at Yang Yangyang with an ignorant face.
Yang Yang''s mouth was bulging and his face was a little ugly.
Yang Fan, on the other hand, glanced at the plain dressed young man who had been meditating all the time, as if he had never looked at Yang Yangyang in the eyes of the people of Wu since he entered.
If Yang Yangyang had not butted the young man with his elbow, he might have closed his eyes all the time.
"Chen Cheng, please say something to me. Can girls learn to fight?"
Chen Cheng slowly opens his eyes, giving people a sense of transcendence and mystery. He looks at Yang Yangyang, whose eyes have no charm. It takes a lot of effort to squeeze out a smile.
"When girls learn to fight, it''s no different from when men fight."
In Yang Yang Yang''s eyes, this is like sage''s words, "did you hear that? Girls can learn to fight, hum! Teach me, teach me