"Why else? Provide me with information about my opponent. It turned out that either the Xingyi Sect's boxing skills are profound or the Bajiquan's hard skills are amazing. He told me not to be too strong. Isn't he just hoping?

I’ll lose quickly!”

Well……

I don’t know much about the Xingyi Sect, but I’m afraid you really can’t beat the Baji Quan, your legs will be broken...

Most likely, the old man really cares, but he just made you angry unintentionally, right?

"You really want to win?"

Yan Weiwei glanced at him and said, "I don't want to win, I just don't want to lose."

Don’t want to lose? Who to lose to? Is it a predetermined fate...

Meng Lang sighed slightly in his heart.

"Actually, I can quite understand you."

Yan Weiwei was speechless. She had different joys and sorrows, so how could she feel the same way? He was obviously a guy who didn't know anything...

"What do you mean by understanding? What do you understand about me?"

"For example, martial arts should not be hereditary..."

Meng Lang crossed his arms and shook his head repeatedly.

Bad habit! Simply a bad habit!

It’s a remnant of the feudal era!

However, when Yan Weiwei next to her heard this, her whole body froze, and then she turned her head expressionlessly with a mechanical "click".

"Who told you that?"

"Well……"

Meng Lang finally noticed that Yan Weiwei looked unkind, and then realized that he seemed to "know" a little too much...

"this……"

Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang who was hesitating.

Could it be Haitang? No, Haitang is not the kind of person who gossips.

Yan Weiwei turned her head and looked at the man who was putting protective gear on herself.

Fan Shigang saw Yan Weiwei looking at him and returned a simple and honest smile.

"Well...actually..." Meng Lang smiled dryly and wanted to explain.

However, Yan Weiwei raised her leg viciously and did a volley kick. The strong wind blew the broken hair on Meng Lang's forehead, and there was a bit of murderous aura...

"You know what I hate the most?"

"No...I don't know."

"I hate men who gossip behind my back the most!"

…

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

"Ha! Ah!" "Ouch!"

Meng Lang couldn't bear to cover his eyes when he saw Fan Shigang being kicked back several steps in the boxing ring and bouncing back on the elastic rope, then continuing to receive the violent attack.

Trouble comes from the mouth!

Fortunately, it didn't happen to me...

But now he finally understands why Yan Weiwei wears light training clothes, but Fan Shigang wears a full protective suit.

Last time I fought with a group of gangsters in a bar, I didn't realize there was much difference between the two of them. After this fight, I realized why Fan Shigang had to respectfully call him Master Yan every time he met.

If Fan Shigang is a bronze, then Yan Weiwei must be at least a diamond. The two are not on the same level at all.

Yan's Twelve-Way Tan Kick is not just about kicking, Yan Weiwei's skills are also not weak.

However, the main means of attack comes from those long legs with amazing elasticity.

Different from the so-called performance martial arts on the market, Yan Weiwei's attack and defense are closer to modern Sanda.

The so-called moves and frames are more about techniques for exerting force.

There are not many redundant routines and movements, but only simplified movements that test eyesight, strength and speed.

Especially Yan Weiwei's elusive and elusive movements of her legs, which are fierce and tricky.

Not to mention the defense power, the attack power is absolutely explosive!

As long as Fan Shigang gave up his defense for a moment and showed his attacking stance, a kick of his legs would attack his weak point of defense with lightning speed.

Fan Shigang was either kicked until he gritted his teeth and gasped, or he could only give up the attack and return to the passive defense of a turtle shell. He had no chance to counterattack. He could only be beaten under the shadow of his legs as fast as the wind.

The occasional feints made Fan Shigang frightened. The strength of the false moves forced him to concentrate on dealing with every attack from the opposite side.

Even if Yan Weiwei couldn't move her legs, Fan Shigang would have to spend a lot of energy to guard against the ready-to-go spring legs.

The sharp fighting skills made Meng Lang understand that the so-called "circle" in Fan Shigang's mouth was indeed fundamentally different from the so-called masters on the acne marks.

"If you move too slowly, your flaws will be obvious at a glance. Is this how your master taught you?"

"I'm training the legs, but the lower body is still so weak!"

"If you don't care about your buttocks, you just want to protect your head?"

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

The powerful and heavy whip legs still collided with the protective gear on the arms, legs, and chest like a violent storm, and from time to time they were verbally ridiculed by Yan Weiwei.

Fan Shigang, who held his head in his hands and was treated like a sandbag, complained endlessly.

I was accidentally kicked in the unprotected arm just now, and it was probably bruised.

There are also several legs that are aimed at the head. If I hadn't been wearing head protection, I would have suffered a concussion from just one leg...

Brother Meng, how much face have I agreed to give you?

Why do I feel that Master Yan is just beating her to death?!

How did he know that he thought he was asking for an amulet, but it turned out to be someone seeking hatred...

However, Fan Shigang was definitely a man. Even when he was beaten to the point where he could not lift his head, he gritted his teeth and remained silent. He would also try to fight back from time to time, and he fulfilled his duties as a sparring partner.

After suffering for nearly ten minutes, Fan Shigang finally couldn't hold on anymore and was kicked in the chest. He fell on his back on the stage and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Meng Lang quickly shouted to stop.

Even though he was KO'd before he could see it, Yan Weiwei was still unwilling to let go and was about to step forward to "whip the corpse"!

If he doesn't stop, I'm afraid Fan Shigang will have to stay in the hospital for a few days.

"Why stop?"

Yan Weiwei panted slightly, but still glared at her with sharp eyes.

"Ahem! Intermission! Intermission! Master Yan, if we fight again, we have to shout 120! If we want to continue, we have to ask someone to restore the health bar, right?"

"Okay, Fan Shigang, go down and restore your health. When your health bar is full, come up and replace him."

"Well……"

Under Yan Weiwei's sharp eyes and Fan Shigang's expectant gaze, Meng Lang could only laugh dryly.

"I'm just an ordinary person. I'm not strong enough for you to kick me, Master Yan."

"Hmph!" Yan Weiwei snorted, perhaps because she saw that Fan Shigang had indeed been severely beaten, or perhaps because she had vented a lot of her anger.

"Take a break for half an hour and come back later to continue!"

Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the door of the boxing gym.

Facing Fan Shigang, who looked at him gratefully, he gestured to me, and Meng Lang quickly followed.

You can't be a sandbag for Fan Shigang, it's okay to delay for a little longer.

Seeing Yan Weiwei go out, she thought she wanted to come out for some air, but not long after leaving, she unexpectedly turned into a nearby temple archway.

He looked up doubtfully... Baoen Temple?

"Uh...why are you going to the temple?"

Cleanse the anger?

Yan Weiwei turned to look at him and said, "Go and ask for a signature!"

…

"Brush! Brush! Brush!" "Click!"

A bamboo skewer fell from the skewer tube.

【Lot 61】
To be continued...