Chapter 247: Never die!

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Yang Huaiyuan's trembling has reached an extremely high level. He used to perform on the TV station. His two arms were stretched out. On the one side, the four young men pressed the arm with all his strength, shaking, and all eight people were shaking. To be shaken away, fell three meters away.
Ye Fei is no exception. It was like being hit by a bulldozer. The center of gravity of the body was shaken by Yang Huaiyuan, and the whole body flew out of the ring as if the clouds were flying.
Looking at that posture, Ye Fei is definitely going to fly out of the ring.
Yang Huaiyuan also breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he will win this time!
"Yeah!"
Watching Ye Fei flying out of the sky, the audience all exclaimed.
Zhong Mei stood up nervously, her hands folded, as if praying for a miracle.
On Yuan Chen's face, there was a ridiculous smile, and even his layman could see that Ye Fei would have to lose beyond the ring.
But at this time, Qi became abrupt.
In the air, Ye Fei's body shook, straight like a javelin, and then suddenly he formed a group, his arms clasped his knees tightly, like a diving athlete's diving posture, and then his body stretched out again, Open arms, like a big bird soaring.
It is undoubtedly very difficult to make such a series of complicated movements in mid-air, and the result of this series of strange movements also makes Ye Fei's center of gravity shift again.
Ye Fei originally flew out like a parabola, but when he reached the highest point of the parabola, he actually fell straight.
This is the "Swallow Gate" of the "Swallow Gate".
At that time, Swallow Li San saw that the swallows were flying in the wind and rain, completely ignoring the wind and rain in front of him, and felt this feeling before creating this trick. It can be said that the swallow door is a light trick, the difficulty is not in the "swallow three copy water" under.
boom!
Ye Fei's feet landed steadily, and his heel was exactly on the boundary of the ring, and did not fall out.
However, a dark red blood flowed from the corner of Ye Fei's mouth.
In a battle with Yang Huaiyuan, Ye Fei's internal organs have already suffered a lot of internal injuries, and he reluctantly used the "Yan Luo" trick to strain his muscles.
Even so, Ye Fei stood steadily on the ring and did not fall.
"Young man, your light skills are very handsome. However, you no longer have the power of a battle, not my opponent. If you fight down again, your body will be destroyed, and if it is heavy, you will be in danger of life."
Yang Huaiyuan's eyes were sharp, his eyes radiated with a fine awn, and he said lightly.
"Do you want me to surrender?"
Seeing that the other party did not attack, Ye Fei took advantage of this opportunity to secretly adjust his breath to straighten out the scattered atmosphere in his body.
"Yes. You are still young, there is no need to ruin your future for your own blood and courage."
Yang Huaiyuan said with his hands behind his back, slowly.
"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of surrender. If you have patience, you will beat me down and let me lose my heart."
Ye Fei also knew that he had no chance of winning, and Yang Huaiyuan deserved to be a master. His understanding of martial arts was really too far away from him.
Even so, Ye Fei will never surrender.
This is about the dignity of a soldier.
The motto of the Falcon Squad is "not to die".
This is also the main reason why Ye Fei believes that Liu Xiao will not surrender.
"Really don't surrender? Then don't blame me!"
Yang Huaiyuan's face was a bit gloomy.
Ye Fei didn't answer. His eyes were determined, his waist was down, his hands were like hooks, and he had the eagle-claw skill's starting style, ready to teach Yang Huaiyuan's high skills again.
At this time, Yang Huaiyuan suddenly sighed, his hands were behind him, and he slowly walked to the edge of the ring. When almost everyone thought what Yang Huaiyuan was going to do, he took a step, gently and skillfully. He jumped out of the ring and stood steadily with his feet outside the ring.
In an instant, the audience was silent.
Everyone was stunned by Yang Huaiyuan's sudden actions. After a while, the referee on the ring first reacted, holding Ye Fei's hand high and announcing: "The winner, player 288."
Wow!
At this time, all talents woke up like dreams, and a loud noise like a wave broke out.
"Guru Yang Huaiyuan lost? He took the initiative to pick out the ring? What the is going on?"
"Ye Fei won, my God, Ye Fei actually won Yang Huaiyuan, master-level master, how is this possible!"
"It's a surprise. Isn't Yang Huaiyuan feeling he can't win? Why did he admit he lost, he didn't understand, he really couldn't understand."
"Impossible, you see Ye Fei's complexion, which looks like gold paper. It is obviously the end of a strong crossbow. If you fight again, you will lose. It is Yang Huaiyuan's own initiative to admit defeat."
"The point is, why did Yang Huaiyuan do this, but he is the master, and he actually lost to the junior today. Whether he deliberately or unintentionally, it is about his face!"
Everyone is speculating, and I do n’t know why Yang Huaiyuan did this. There are many opinions, and no one guesses the real reason.
In the ring, Ye Fei also touched his head and looked at Yang Huai's back away, full of confusion. As a party, he couldn't figure out why the old man did this.
Yang Huaiyuan said nothing, with his hands behind his back, took a step, walked into the lounge, picked up the tea bowl, and drank tea slowly.
After a while, Yuanchen broke into the market with great popularity.
Yuan Chen pointed to Yang Huaiyuan's nose and scolded: "Old things, playing well, obviously taking advantage, why suddenly admit defeat!"
Yang Huaiyuan's disciples gathered around and glared at Yuan Chen: "Who are you, dare to insult my master, are you looking for a fight?"
"This is Yuan Chen, the president of the Wushu Association."
The middle-aged man behind Yuan Chen stood up and stopped in front of Yuan Chen. He said in a cold voice: "Dare you move Yuan Mao's hair, believe it or not, your martial arts hall will not open."
President of Wushu Association!
Hearing this title, Yang Huaiyuan's disciples did not dare to move anymore, all eyes were on him, waiting for the master to decide.
"There is no hero in the world.
Yang Huaiyuan smiled slightly, put the tea bowl down, and looked at Yuan Chen said: "It is the person you arranged me to fight with the boy of No. 288, I have done so."
"Be a fart! You're going to win, why do you admit defeat? You are also a lot of age, so don't you want to be skinless?"
Yuan Chen was already swearing.
"Confess? I can't admit defeat, what can I do? Am I killing the kid on the ring?"
Yang Huaiyuan gave Yuan Chen a glance, and he was very well-conserved, and replaced with ordinary martial arts, he was already angry.
"What about killing? You have no eyes, and you have signed the sign of life and death on stage. Even if you kill him, you will not be held accountable."
Yuan Chen shouted loudly.
"Of course it is nothing to kill someone on the ring. The question is who is the one who killed. Just the kid at No. 288, I can't fight. A twenty-year-old can give me a close match, if not because His strength is not pure enough, even I am not his opponent. If I kill him or kill him, then I am a sinner in the martial arts world, and I will be poked by the backbone for the rest of my life. "
Yang Huaiyuan coughed heavily. It turned out that he moved the heart of love.
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