Chapter 50: No one can fight

Chapter 50
The other party knelt down with his wrists.
Zhou Yang looked surprised: "Brother, what's the matter with you? It's not over the years. What do you mean by kneeling?"
The thugs were almost crying.
The ghost wants to kneel on you, so I have a broken wrist.
Others haven't seen it yet, Sister Cheng has seen it.
At the moment Zhou Yang's chest was punched, the opponent's wrist was bent obviously.
Sister Cheng made a judgment immediately, that guy was done.
If Kung Fu is in hand, this broken wrist is almost equivalent to announcing the end of his career.
Even if you can recover your health, your explosive power and damage will definitely drop sharply.
Sister Cheng was stunned secretly.
This guy named Zhou Yang is very handsome and looks like a model no matter how he looks. Who knows that there is a desperate horizontal kung fu.
"Are you... also practicing horizontally?" The beater who had broken his wrist got up with fear, his face faded.
The accomplices in the audience were also shocked.
It's not Chinese cabbage that Heng Lian special, how can you find it casually?
Zhou Yang frowned and said, "I don't know what to do horizontally and vertically..."
Install, install!
The other party was so angry.
A wrist was already dead, and a hostile spirit rose in his heart.
"Go to hell!" He roared and rushed towards Zhou Yang again.
When he was less than two meters away from Zhou Yang, he suddenly jumped into the air, his legs exploded with all his strength, and kicked towards Zhou Yang's lower abdomen.
The horizontal training has a door, and it is uncertain for a time, so you can only attack a few places with a relatively high probability.
Such as lower abdomen, such as under the ribs, etc.
"Boom!" This kick gathered all his strength.
Zhou Yang was also kicked back a few steps by this desperate force.
"Zhou Yang!" Mu Ziqing was shocked.
Zhou Yang turned around and compared an idiot scissor hand to her, then looked back at her opponent and smiled: "It seems that I am going to make a trick!"
"Boy, looking for death!"
"You are right!" Zhou Yang's expression sank.
The kick just now obviously came to abandon him, Zhou Yang decided not to keep his hands.
He shouted, and put his hands in a Tai Chi posture.
"Look at the trick, the wild horse has a split mane!"
The other party was taken aback, his brain flashed through a cracking method, and with a grin, he hit Zhou Yang with a fist.
But the next moment, Zhou Yang, who was halfway through his move, suddenly leaned forward and bent forward, exposing his entire back to his opponent.
"Haha, self-inflicted!" His opponent laughed wildly in his heart.
This kind of moment reveals the back, what is it not to die?
His fist hit Zhou Yang's back hard.
He seemed to have seen Zhou Yang's spine being broken.
"Be careful!"
While Mu Ziqing reminded Zhou Yang loudly, the third warrior in the opposing camp also loudly reminded her companion.
Because Zhou Yang's posture at the moment is too weird.
Sure enough, Zhou Yang's right elbow suddenly protruded from behind, like an excited organ, full of amazing explosive power.
The tip of the elbow drew an arc in the air and hit the opponent's head.
"Puff!"
In the last second, the thug who thought he was holding a winning ticket was struck by lightning, his body shook, and he fell straight to the ground and passed out.
The audience exclaimed.
"Thai Boxing! He uses Muay Thai!" the opponent's third martial artist shouted.
"What is Muay Thai? I don't understand it at all." Zhou Yang curled his lips and waved to the third martial artist, "You are so loud, come on!"
The young man was already dumbfounded.
The second warrior is his strongest existence.
He had intended to let him dispose of Sister Cheng and completely settle the victory. Who knew that Cheng Yaojin would be killed halfway through.
"Lao San, go up and clean him!" the young man whispered to the third warrior.
The youngest shook his body and frowned, "Master...that guy went from Tai Chi to Muay Thai, from extreme quietness to extreme movement..."
"What do you mean?" The young master was a little impatient.
"It's...I can't beat it!" The youngest blushed and took two steps back.
Even if he was scolded, even if he was swept out, he would never get ahead.
One middle and one outside, the two styles of fist switch instantly, putting it on the martial artist will cause a big deal, the light one will bleed, the heavy one will be disabled.
But that handsome guy just played like that, and he was like a marketing account.
The third child felt that he had this life, and he couldn't give it here in vain anyway.
"Fight or not?" Zhou Yang became impatient.
The opposing camp was silent.
The young master patted the armrest of the chair: "Everyone, let me get on!"
"Zhou Yang be careful!" Mu Ziqing shouted.
"Everyone, get on with me!" Mu Baocheng yelled.
A total of dozens of people from the two groups of younger brothers roared towards the center of the field instantly.
Seeing a large group frame is inevitable.
"Stop it!" Zhou Yang stopped drinking.
The horses were struck by lightning, and their bodies were shaken at the same time.
Both parties looked at Zhou Yang in amazement.
"Why? One-on-one is not enough to change the group fight?" Zhou Yang said proudly, "Have the ability to rush to me!"
"You asked for this!" The young master was out of control, and with a big wave of his hand, the horses rushed over Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang said to Mu's family: "You all stand back!"
Then, he leaped from the ring like a big bird and rushed into the opponent's crowd.
Fractures and screams kept ringing.
One by one, Ma Tsai left the battle group holding a certain part of his body, either falling to the ground or completely unconscious.
Zhou Yang entered the flock like a wolf, and between hands and feet, someone must fall.
In the eyes of everyone, Zhou Yang's movements already had obvious phantoms, and his vision could not keep up.
Within two minutes, all the horses in the opposing camp were defeated.
Only the trembling young man and the dumbfounded young master remained.
"It's impossible!" Young Master yelled in anger.
Zhou Yang smiled, rushed to the young master, and picked him up with one hand.
"You...you... let me go!" The young master was shocked.
"Let go? Okay!" Zhou Yang shook his wrist, the young master screamed and flew seven or eight meters, smashing several rows of neatly arranged chairs into a mess.
The third child was trembling, suddenly shouted, turned and ran out of the field.
"Asshole... asshole!" The young master looked at the direction the youngest was running away, suffocated his chest and passed out.
Behind Zhou Yang's hands, he swept across everyone's faces so coldly, he let out a long sigh, "I'm so disappointed, there is no one who can fight!"
"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the temporary task."
Zhou Yang quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
It's really hard work to pretend so much!
"Zhou Yang, you are so handsome!" Mu Ziqing yelled and threw into Zhou Yang's arms.
Mu Baocheng behind her looked surprised.
When is my daughter so close to a man?
"Zhou Yang, are you so good?" Mu Ziqing's eyes were full of admiration, "I thought you could play games?"
"Am I just so meaningless?" Zhou Yang pretended to be unhappy.
"Oh, I know you are amazing!" Mu Ziqing stubbornly held his hand, how could she not let go.
The moment when a man shows off his power is the most manly moment.
Mu Ziqing will always remember the scene just now.
When she was most helpless, when she was most desperate, Zhou Yang came forward.
"Ahem..." Mu Baocheng coughed and laughed twice, "Ziqing, who is this handsome guy? I won't introduce him to my father!"
Mu Ziqing's face blushed for no reason, and she introduced Zhou Yang to her father and gave Zhou Yang the title of "friend".
Mu Baocheng mixed up the rivers and lakes for a long time, and at a glance she could see that her daughter's heart was on this boy.
"Zhou Yang..." Mu Baocheng said slowly, "Have you ever touched my daughter?"
"Huh?" Zhou Yang and Mu Ziqing looked at each other.
I wiped, what's the problem?