Galactic Garbage Station

“Brother, I'll meet him.” A muscle-developed shirt is about to burst, said the young man with a square face.

“Okay, be careful, don't take it lightly.” Wu Long nodded.

“Kid, come on up.” The square-faced youth jumped onto the ring, seemingly clumsy, but very flexible. Su Jun also jumped to the ring. This makes Wei Yuan and Xu 'an both in a hurry. What if Su Yuan has to have three lengths or two? However, this has come to an end, and there is nothing they can do to stop it, but to hurry.

“Fai, kill him. ”

“and wanting to beat the shit out of us all by himself and not even fucking recognize him. ”

“How dare you come to our martial arts hall and show him what martial arts mean? ”

The crowd was crowded, the young man with a strong face, and few martial arts halls were his opponents, so he went on the field to reassure everyone that he would defeat Su Zheng and preserve the reputation of the martial arts hall.

“Since in our martial arts, we have to follow the rules of our martial arts competition. There are only two rules, one is not to attack the lower body and the other is to admit to losing or not to lose.” Wu Long said.

“Yes.” Su nodded.

“I'll count to three, two, at the beginning.” Wu Long said, "Start counting,“ 3, 2, 1, Begin. ”

The young man in the face did not want to wait for a moment. He wanted to give a lesson to Su Xiao, who was so ashamed of himself, to rush forward and bombard the door of Su Xiao. He did not have the so-called martial arts routine, but the boxing position was definitely good, accompanied by foot slips, spins, and straight fists, he uploaded his full body strength from the leg to the fist, and concentrated on a line, the speed and power were not small.

However, his movements, in Su Zheng's eyes, were too slow, as if a three-year-old was waving his fists. Su Zheng suddenly turned to sweep his legs, moving as fast as lightning, then came first, and hit the back heel on the waist of the square face youth. At the next moment, the young man's waist appeared to have folded. He flew three meters to his side, fell directly onto the ring, spit foam in his mouth, and passed out.

Originally noisy, the whole place suddenly became extremely quiet, leaving only the sound of people sucking in the cool air. They were about to cheer up and cheer up, but now they can only cheer up and cheer up into their stomachs.

How is this possible when they can't believe their eyes?

Wei Yuan and Xu 'an also looked stunned. I dare not believe it. Isn't Su Ya's brother a trainer and Guqin master? Is he also a master of Wulin at the same time? This is too powerful?

“Look at Hui.” Wu Long said that several people close to him quickly ran over and showed the young man his face the wounds.

“Brother, Fai just seems to have passed out.” When several people looked at the wounds and reported them, they sprayed a few bites of cold water on the face of the young man, and the face of the young man slowly woke up, but his lower back was sore and unable to climb.

“Looks like you have real kung fu.” Wu Long glanced at Su Zheng.

“Cut the crap and go on.” Su Xin said.

“Then I'll meet you.” Wu Long said, walking to the ring, which caused some members of the martial arts museum who were shocked by Su Zheng to get arrogant. Of course, this also made Wei Yuan and Xu Ann nervous again. Wu Long, a national art enthusiast and boss, is not white. His men are much better at kung fu than these little brothers.

“Looking at the situation of Wu Long, maybe two brushes.” Su Jin glanced at Wu Long's firm footsteps. He nodded darkly and his heart moved a little silly. It was the warm blood of the battle burning. Ever since the flesh of warcraft strengthened the body, there has not been a real good physical battle. Su Xin is very clear that the lack of physical battle can be fatal at a critical time. Now, it's a rare opportunity to fight in action, and by the way, what is the level of real national skill?

Wu Long responded to the battle, of course, others announced the beginning. Three, two, one words had just fallen, and Wu Long was like a mantis. At the same time, his body suddenly leaned forward, his forearm ejected like a mantis arm, fast as lightning, so that everyone under the stage could not see clearly.

Su Zheng's stance did not change slightly. His hand suddenly lifted. He grabbed Wu Long's forearm and let Wu Long's forearm stop. Wu Long struggled twice. His face slightly rose red, but the tattoo did not move. He was forced to show his horror.

“Too slow, too weak!” Su Shun's face flashed a little disappointed. Wu Long's speed was much faster than that of Ah-hui just now. However, in Su Shun's view, he also died slowly. As for power, Su Xin didn't have much help at all, and suppressed Wu Long to death. What kind of fight is this? Like bullying a child like this, I'm afraid it won't help you improve your strength, will it?

Wulong suddenly bounced off, his feet were empty, and he pulled toward Su Zheng's waist, trying to force Su Zheng to let go.

Su Zheng's footsteps still didn't move a bit. Even his upper body didn't move a basic thread. He blew out two punches at random. It happened to hit Wulong's legs. At the same time, two muffled sounds were emitted, and Wulong's legs swung away. His entire body suddenly lost all its weight.

“Pā pā. ”

Su Zheng made a slight effort to pull Wu Long's body closer and then quickly slapped him on the face.

Just as the so-called punch in the face didn't hit the face, Su Xiao's move suddenly burst the collective younger brother on the field. They were all mixed up in their bones. They were in no hurry to worry about your martial arts rules. A bunch of bees rushed to the stage.

“Give it to me...” Wu Long wants to tell all his younger brothers to stop, he likes national art and worships it, he most hates that the rules of martial arts are trampled. If it's a fight outside, you can do whatever you want, but since it's a kick house, even if you lose, you have to lose brightly. More importantly, the man in front of you, who seems to be a true master of national art, is a legendary master who dreams of seeing himself, how can you break the rules in front of such a master? However, before he finished, Su Zheng slapped him and couldn't speak.

“Go with him and beat him to death.” The siege of Su Yuan by a group of people made Wei Yuan and Xu 'an under the scene all freaked out, willing to help, but unable to move their legs. After all, they were just ordinary high school students, inevitably frightened by this scene.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom," but the people who rushed up, one flied out like a sandbag, fell on the ground with his chest tummy covered, screaming and unable to climb up, more than a dozen people actually lost their fighting power in just three seconds.

“Want to go?” At the center of the ring, Su Zheng grabbed Wulong's neck and lifted Wulong in the air, as if carrying a chicken. There was no sign of any beatings on his body, and even his clothes didn't wrinkle. A dozen people had just surrounded him, and he didn't seem to have even touched his corner.

“So handsome and woody.” Wei Yuan and Xu 'an were shocked again. Who exactly is Soya's brother? And the members of the martial arts museum throughout the field, struggling to climb up, first it hurts badly, second it is frightening, climbing is only part of getting beaten up. At this moment, Su Xin, in everyone's eyes, is undoubtedly inexhaustible. This is the real master!