Henry's jaw shifts.

The force of Henry's fist striking the wooden man's abdomen was reduced by more than seventy percent.

Both fell to the ground at the same time.

Truth.

The Nuoda Boxing Stadium is breezy and quiet.

Simply so!

Everyone was speechless.

"Nima has some skills, but it's just a little luck!" someone spoke, his voice was clear and unconvinced, Henry's fan.

Zhou Yunyang stood in the ring and looked at the man, and said with a dry smile: "Luck is also part of ability, isn't it? Why did I hit him, not him hit me!"

"You ......," the man silenced.

Luck is really part of the ability, to play cards the same, Lao Tzu touch a big card, you touch a small card, Lao Tzu's big card presses you to play, shave your bald head, can you say that Lao Tzu has no ability to play cards?

If you have the ability, you won't suffer from a shaved head.

"There's no way, my luck is so good, I didn't expect to rub his chin when my body rubbed up, his chin hung up, hey, obviously I can't beat him, but luck doesn't let him win, what can I do!"

Everyone's lungs exploded, and their first reaction was to rush to the ring and kill you.

However, everyone has reason, what the wooden man said is right, what if Nima will fight, who will cry out if he is unlucky and abused.

Go home and soothe your wounds, no one will let you be unlucky, and you will have to take responsibility for your own bad luck.

Yu Chenglong was also very speechless in the audience, he knew how terrifying Zhou Yunyang was, and now he sacrificed his luck, you said that this kid is not angry.

Last night he suffered a big loss, the four guards were vulnerable, he was the pride of the army, his combat power was not lower than Henry, and he was abused like a dead dog in front of the boy.

Now the kid is saying on the stage that he is lucky, and that luck is part of the combat power, does he jump on the stage and show up to say the truth, scolding the kid for being shameless and immoral, and swaggering here.

"Pretend, pretend, see how you kid gets past. Yu Chenglong's mood was depressed, and he had a hunch that the kid was not mixed up, but beaten hard.

Mr. Huang watched the video of the boxing match in the office, slowed down the camera, watched carefully, studied and analyzed, and he felt that this person was definitely not as simple as luck.

It's good luck to play cards, but big cards aren't so easy to touch. Who hasn't played cards, you have touched a few times in your life to overwhelm the opponent's big cards, and you have to rely on your skills to win the cards.

He realized that today was an opportunity to make a fortune in the boxing ring, and he decided that since you offered your luck, Lao Tzu would help you show your luck.

Mr. Huang thought about it and arranged for Asan Moraas to play.

Moras is as big and powerful as a brown bear, and his fists and feet are very good.

He has a penchant for knocking his opponent to the ground, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his opponent's abdomen. Anyone who encounters Ramos's ass sitting on the ass is all spewing shit on both ends of their butts and mouths.

Moras is cautious by nature and superstitious, he must guard against Zhou Yunyang's luck, so that the kid will win Ramos by tricks.

How can there be so much luck in the black boxing field, but the kid comes to luck, which will inevitably fan the anger of the gambler, and the atmosphere of the boxing stadium will not be successful if the gambler does not place a big bet.

Gamblers make big bets, just the meaning of the little kid.

Of course, it is more like him.

To put it bluntly, he makes money by betting.

Mr. Huang looked at the TV screen and narrowed his eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Moras comes to the stage, a big, fat brown guy, creating a striking contrast to the thin-skinned and tender-fleshed wooden man.

Morath looked at Zhou Yunyang's face with a look of jealousy, he was superstitious, whether the good luck of the kid in front of him would continue.

He believes that boxing an opponent with good luck does not reflect his true ability, and he is angry, so it is better not to fight such a punch.

Wherever he went, he took the soothsayer with him, and the soothsayer gave him a hexagram, and the wooden man's luck did not pass, but he said that there was still half an hour before the wooden man's luck ran out.

After half an hour, his opponent's luck ran out, and he decided to delay in the ring for half an hour.

Morath was determined to stall in the ring for half an hour, and once he jumped in the ring, he was obsessed with delaying for half an hour.

He jumped into the ring to change his usual momentum, approached his opponent cautiously, pressed his right palm on his left chest, and whispered in a very sincere and honest manner: "Brother, you and my God's subjects, friendship first and competition second, how about it?"

"What, black boxing is also the first friendship competition second?" Brother San, are you funny!" Zhou Yunyang hehe, Ah San is really funny, "The friendship of the saint is the first and the second teaching, not only deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but also so international. ”

He said: "I don't give you a punch, I will be lucky, we don't even punch, how can friendship be the first and the second competition?"

Ramos was stunned, yes, people rely on luck, no need to box, friendship first and second rely on the side.

However, he knew he really needed to delay for half an hour.

Half an hour is composed of thirty minutes, and people spend their days like years, and he lives like years.

It's not difficult to get over the degree, gritting your teeth and passing, the key is that you can't get over by gritting your teeth and boxing.

No, the referee walked into the ring and the fight started immediately.

The referee walked up to the stage and beckoned one hand to one person.

According to the referee's hand, the two walked up to the referee.

The referee glances left and right, which means that the game is about to begin.

Ramos was panicking, there was still half an hour left, and he would start playing black boxing, even if he hid on the stage and didn't take the move, it would not be difficult for the kid to hit the big luck in half an hour.

"No, it can't be opened right now. ”

Ramos was in a hurry, raised his hand and said, "Referee, I want to drink water!"

The referee was stunned, it's all a game, you want to drink water?

Still, he agreed with Ramos to drink water and shrugged his shoulders.

Ramos turned and walked slowly to the ring, beckoning to his coach for water.

Zhou Yunyang looked at Ramos in a daze, didn't he also ask for water before, Ah San's counterfeiting ability is so powerful, no wonder he can counterfeit so many spicy cancer drugs.

Counterfeiting is also a kind of ability, you look at people's Ah San, and it is natural to do counterfeiting quietly.

Zhou Yunyang didn't care about Ramos drinking water, he relied on luck to gain a firm foothold in the ring, and the gamblers below began to adapt, and there was no incident of collectively coaxing him off the stage.

Ramos stalled for time, gamblers were annoyed, and it was entirely possible that he would be coaxed off the ring.

If the audience coaxes Ramos off the stage, of course, it will be considered lucky.

With great luck, he is not afraid of Ramos stalling for time.

After Ramos drank the water, he squatted on the edge of the ring and chatted with the coach, as if he had forgotten that the opponent and the referee were waiting for him to fight in the ring.

"Ramos of Mamai, is Lao Tzu coming to see you boxing, or is it watching you chat with the coach!"

Ramos hurriedly waved to the audience, looking very honest and polite: "Hehe, ask the coach for advice before the game, and try to make the punch violent and bloody, to thank you for your love over the years!"