Vol 3 Chapter 157: Nanquan North Legs Shadowless Feet

"Then... how much do you want?" Philip Meeks had a black line. What did he think of Mr. European football and the only pianist in football is not a person who lacks money? Fortune fans, but how to open your mouth and shut your mouth is money.
"Hundred thousand! Price! I learned tens of thousands of tuition fees for these wrestling tricks. I won't let you lose money. I might beat you, so you have to pay me a temporary buy-out fee of 100,000 euros." Zhuo Yang There is no shortage of money, but there is no hatred for money. There's nothing to trade for Meeks, can't he let him put water in the game?
"Okay! Go back and send your account to my phone, and I will call you when the game is over." One hundred thousand is not a big number for Meeks. Compared to a victory, he thinks one hundred thousand worth. The third time he opened the posture, Mex rushed to Zhuo Yang's eyes with a ‘come to fight’.
"Slow!"
This time the brakes almost didn't flash Mex's waist. "What about you..."
'Snapped! Snapped! ’Zhuo Yang’s lightning shot was two slaps, and then he stepped back and pulled away. "Okay, come on."
Mex was so angry that he rushed towards Tian Ling Gai. ‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
He leaned his head away from the straight fist and pressed his elbow against the attacking hard hook. Zhuo Yang opened the Max with his left arm. He also used his own force to reverse the slide and the two re-opened the distance.
Nothing has changed. Meeks is still his routine of punching and kicking, and the habitual connecting movements developed over the years are difficult to change. It's just that compared with the last time, the move is more determined and broken. At the beginning, Zhuo Yang only took the defensive position, blocked and dodged. When the boxing road saw clearly, it had this advantage. If the last time Zhuo Yang's advantage was 10 points, then he had 20 points.
It is very smooth for Meks to play the routine, and Zhuo Yang is more defensive in defense. It is also the same reason to sell the oil man to add a coin to the gourd mouth.
Meeks stormed, Zhuo Yang Qiaoshou, straight fist side leg elbow, hanging arm to remove the iron door bolt. Zhuo Yang believes that it is not Mex, and of course Mex cannot be convinced of what Zhuo Yang said. Zhuo Yang said if he didn’t, then he really didn’t? If you are about to suddenly slam your face with dog blood, who should Mex reason for?
At the same time that Meeks attacked, he kept staring at Zhuo Yang's hand carefully, for fear that he would use other means to catch the tricks, because those were the precursors to the fall. As long as Zhuo Yang shook his fingers, Meeks was like a startled bird, and quickly lowered his weight to stabilize the market.
Meix left hook with wind sound, but was stopped halfway by Zhuo Yangjia's arm grid, and suddenly the gold wire wrapped around his wrist and gripped his wrist, and the reverse joint seemed to be tightened. Meeks was shocked, and then he was determined to drop him without consultation, and he quickly hurried to relieve himself, focusing on the contention of his left arm. suddenly--
‘Biang! ! ’
The right side of Mex’s head didn’t know what was being drawn, and suddenly Venus was dizzy and dizzy, and his body was flat with ‘Bia! ‘I fell to the ground.
Philip Mex didn’t even know what was happening while lying on the soft cushion. The directions were indistinguishable. Finally, he focused his eyes on the man standing. Zhuo Yang was rubbing small steps while using his thumbs. Smeared under the nose, arrogant look very annoying.
With a cunning and contemptuous smile, Zhuo Yang played with Bruce Lee's small walk. Lifting his left leg, he lingered with his fingers on his shoe.
Zhuo Yang specially wore a pair of lightweight sneakers with soft soles and soft surfaces today. Taekwondo practitioners call these shoes ‘road shoes’. Not only that, Zhuo Yang also attached ankle brace and arch bandage to his feet.
Before coming, Zhuo Yang thought about playing leg exercises today. It’s boring to use dish-wrestling to abuse vegetables. Just now, he just turned his unexpectedly close high whip legs to knock Mex to the ground.
Mex rubbed his head and stood up, maybe he still didn't know what happened, but the fight was still going to happen. Meeks is a defender on the court, but always a attacker in the fighting arena. Roaring with a strange cry in his mouth, a kick kicked after Zhuo Yang struck Zhuo Yang, who seemed not to kick?
Zhuo Yang suddenly stepped forward, stooped, turned and kicked.
‘Biang! ! ’
‘Bia! ’
Mex was kicked in the head again, and the green onions hit the ground in the air. Disappointed for the rest of his life, it only took a few twilights. He finally knew what had happened to him. A feeling of powerlessness struck deeply. Mex was only desolate at the moment.
"Get up, don't pretend to be a dead dog, or I'll kill you!"
There is no way to be beaten to death, and you must not be scared to death. Meeks has a disorderly pace like being drunk. In the next few minutes, Zhuo Yang didn't kick his head anymore, but the rest of his body was kicked enough. Mex was kicked over and over again. What sweeps the legs, the serial legs, the swallows poke, the shadowless feet, the side kick, the kick kick and the swing hang, it is a complete kick.
At present, in various ring fighting games, high whip legs, split legs~EbookFREE.me~ and even swing kicks are very common. That is because the protection measures are comprehensive in the game, and it is not allowed to chase after falling. And for the sake of enjoyment, the rule encourages the legs to be higher, and the high legs will add two points to the opponent's head.
In traditional Chinese martial arts, pay attention to kicking the waist, because the leg is too high to be easily copied by the opponent. But that refers to the match between two masters of equal strength. Today, Meikes was caught off guard and was dizzy. His head was unclear and his reaction and flexibility naturally fell a lot. The portal opened wide in the move, plus his boxing skills have been blocked. Zhuo Yang was so familiar that if he didn't kick him, Zhuo Yang would be sorry for himself and those grandfathers in Nanquan's north legs.
Ordinary people will take advantage of a little kick in street fights, especially when a small person is tall and strong, using legs is the only chance to win.
A few minutes later, just like last time, Meeks fell on the mat with only a heavy gasp. The bones of his body were so painful that he was kicked and scattered, and he didn't need to look at his clothes. His body was definitely bruised.
Seeing that Max didn't get up anymore, Zhuo Yang could only do that. Kicking was also an individual effort. At this time, I felt a little tired, although I hadn't fully enjoyed playing.
"When you leave, lock the door for others. Remember to call me 100,000 yuan." Zhuo Yang said to Mex, who was lying on the ground in a coat, a scarf and sunglasses.
Mex's empty eyes looked at the ceiling, cold and clear, miserable and miserable. This was another sad night.
Seeing that he had lost the mood to answer, Zhuo Yang didn't wait any longer. He opened the door and looked at the sneaky probe. When he was still empty, he hurried out.
Maldini guards him like an anti-thief, but can't he be found!
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