Galactic Garbage Station

“Su Jing is here. ”

“Brother Zhang is finally here. ”

When Su Qiang pulled up the car, he was seen and the crowd shouted a cheer. In addition to reporters, most of the other followers at the door were Su Xin's fans, who were naturally thrilled to see Su Xin, and some female fans screamed. Huo Feiyun, Ji Xiaoting and Cai Wufeng greeted the front. The look is also a little exciting. Chinese martial arts is more exciting for the Japanese karate, for the people of Xi Wu.

“Brother, Master didn't come over and asked us to cheer you up.” Ji Xiaoting said.

“Oh, thank you.” Su Jin smiled.

“Brother, we're here to cheer you up.” A rough voice rang out.

Su Zheng turned his head and couldn't help but look stunned. Only Wu Long and a group of martial arts brothers arrived. They wore exercise clothes and a group of people were very eye-catching. Su Xiao nodded and said: “Wu Long, you are here too. Take a closer look later. ”

“Good brother.” Wu Long's eyes lit up. Since he was kicked by Su Zheng, Wu Long has been reluctant to worship Su Zheng as a teacher, but Su Zheng missed his various black histories and did not teach him half the style. Over the past six months, Wu Long has converged a lot. He doesn't do anything for the rapist, so Su Zheng intends to give him a chance to mention a little bit.

“Su's name is Su. Don't stand outside. Let's go to the ring.” At this point, the doorway of the pavilion rang an unwieldy plain call, Kimura well dressed in clothes and a group of pavilion members, out in line, and Ou Qingsong was among them.

“as you wish.” Su Xiao didn't say much, walked forward.

A group of people walked into the hall, journalists and a small audience crowded in, but were also stopped at the door, and most of the audience, outside the door, could only look inside with their feet raised.

Ou Qingsong looked out at the door and seemed to be waiting for someone. He saw an Audi listening not far away. He couldn't help but shine his eyes. He ran up quickly and the windows opened, revealing a beautiful white and refined face.

“Yan, you're finally here, the game is about to start.” Ou Qingsong laughed.

“That's what you asked me to look at?” Wang Yan swept through the doors of the pavilion in the mountains.

“Hey, hey, let's go in and watch the show.” Ou Qingsong's idea was simple. He felt that Wang Yan still had some problems with Su Yan, mainly because he saw that Su Yan was now too scenic, and also played songs as deeply emotional as "The Fragrance of the Moment" and "The Spirit of Heaven". If Wang Yan saw that Su Yan had been beaten like a dead dog, that tall image would collapse naturally.

“If you challenge Su Qian yourself, I don't object, but what good is it to find a Japanese like this? Whatever resentment I have with Su Yan, I will support our Chinese in this matter and not stand by the Japanese.” Wang Yan Cold Road.

Ou Qingsong was stunned on the spot, his face was blue and white for a while. Although Wang Yan did not have much good face for him in the past, he would at least give him some face. However, this statement just now revealed a clear aversion, which made it difficult for him to accept. He tried to maintain his style. He said: "It's not like I let Kimurai challenge Su Yan, because Su Yan robbed our business. Kimurai accidentally spoke out of anger because he was too angry. Even Chinese martial arts were carried away. In my opinion, they were a private vendetta and could not engage in national honor. ”

“Go see for yourself, I'm not going in.” Wang Yan closed the window when he finished speaking.

Ou Qingsong's face was very ugly, but at this time, the consultation was about to start. He really wanted to see Su Qingsong get beaten up, so he couldn't care less. I'll see you later. He turned around and squeezed into the martial arts hall.

“Su Jun competes with the Japanese. You support Su Jun. If Su Jun competes with Ou Qingsong, who do you support?” On the passenger seat, an intelligent woman in a black dress asked with a smile. If Su Qian were here, he would definitely recognize him. This is Wang Qian's best friend, Muting. After graduating from college, Su Jun met her only once, and was on the scene of the first recording of a good Chinese chef. The Chef of the Royal Restaurant entered the competition, Wang Yan went to watch the competition, Mu Ting went with him.

“Nobody supports it, it's none of my business.” Wang Yan said.

“Huh.” Muting glanced at Wang Yan and said, "Su Yan's girlfriend is getting prettier and prettier. I don't know if it's because of love or because her beauty is fading. For Shi Qing's use, it must be the best beauty you can't buy on the market. If you hadn't broken up with Su Xiao, I should have been able to smudge it all up and ask for a bottle or two. I couldn't tell before that Su Zheng would turn out to be such a great man. ”

“What are you talking about now?” Wang Yan rolled his eyes.

“All right, let's not talk about it. Su Xin is broadcasting the game live. Let's not go in there. Let's just watch it here. I don't know if Su Xin can win.” Mu Ting laughed, took out his cell phone and turned on a live webcast. The scene was the match between Su Jin and Kimurai, who were already in the ring.

“If you don't focus on the game, what's on the air?” Wang Yan muttered, glancing at Muting's phone, hesitating, still couldn't bear to come forward and watch together.

Inside the pavilion, Shi Qing was holding his cell phone to the ring stage. He logged into Su Qing's account. Above the ring, Su Zheng smiled at the camera: “Good morning, everyone. Next, we'll explain a kind of boxing technique to you through the consultation process with Kimura Well. If you're interested, you can follow in the future. This set of boxing techniques is called Bull Demon Fist. ”

His carelessness made Kimura well across the street look gloomy, and the other members of the pavilion were angry.

Ji Xiaoting, Huo Feiyun, Cai Wufeng, Wulong and others can't stop crying, please be serious, the opponent is at least a black belt eight section master, you still explain the boxing method while you can?

Shi Qing was more anxious to stamp his feet: “Be careful, look at him and don't look at the camera, otherwise I won't shoot. ”

The audience at the doorstep and in the live broadcast room is also in a hurry.

“I'll go, Brother Pong. I know you're a coward, but don't take it too lightly. ”

“Seriously, Brother Po, don't fall in a ditch. ”

“If you want to teach boxing, it's not too late to teach later. ”

“By the way, what kind of fist is this Bull Demon? ”

“This is the first time I've heard of this kind of boxing, but it sounds amazing. ”

“By the way, am I the only one who noticed that beautiful woman? ”

“That must be Su Qing's fiancée Shi Qing, a great beauty. ”

“Haha, Brother Po, this is such a joke, he's pissed off his sister-in-law. ”

In a lively atmosphere, the referee instructed Kimurai and Su to go forward for a salute. Then he waved and ordered the battle to begin, and the angry Kimura Jing launched the attack in the first place.