Brother Meng is obviously very confident!

Well! After all, he is the man who even stored fingerprints on Master Yan’s electronic lock...

As the saying goes, beating means kissing and scolding means loving. If you stand here, wouldn't you be disturbing others and spoiling them?

"Okay! Brother, come on! If it doesn't work, you must call stop!"

Fan Shigang limped off the stage with his teeth bared, and there were only two people left on the stage.

"I won't bully you either. I'll give you three moves first!"

Yan Weiwei took the lead in opening the Contempt of the King.

"No, no, no, I am the one, I will give you thirty moves first!"

Meng Lang showed no weakness and responded with a "sarcasm".

Yan Weiwei: “#”

Although she didn't understand why Meng Lang was so upset, Yan Weiwei felt that it was necessary for him to be kind and be kind today!

He goes up without any hesitation and delivers a fierce whip kick!

"brush!"

Yan Weiwei's toes almost brushed Meng Lang's nose.

"Huh?" Yan Weiwei was stunned and missed the kick?

Shit luck! Come again!

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

Upper road, chest, lower plate...

Whip kick, side kick, hook kick...

From the perspective of Fan Shigang in the audience, Meng Lang only took a slight step back, twisted his body a few times, and remained unscathed under the shadow of Yan Weiwei's swift and windy legs...

Hey hey! This is too much!

If you want to let loose, you can at least touch me and I'll count the two of you as having sex.

What's up with body tracing?

But as he watched, Fan Shigang's face gradually became a little confused.

It's true that Meng Lang looked relaxed, but why did Master Yan become more and more uncomfortable the more he slapped his face?

And looking at the speed and strength of Master Yan's movements...it seems to be much more ferocious than when he was sparring with me just now?

Even the breath seems to be a little messed up as you slap it?

Is it my misunderstanding?

Or are these two guys’ acting too realistic?

"Brush! Swish!"

He twisted his waist left and right to avoid several consecutive side kicks from Yan Weiwei. The next moment, Meng Lang, who was just defending but not attacking, suddenly moved.

He took a step forward sideways, easily avoiding Yan Weiwei's knee bump, but the fingers of his right hand had already lightly touched Yan Weiwei's eyebrows, which looked astonished...

"Thirty moves... passed!"

"Your flaw... is that you are too slow..."
Chapter completed!