Chapter 8: My hand will strike you

"I ......" Zhuang Mengdie choked on these words, and her eyebrows were about to catch fire, but she didn't know how to answer for a while.

Little slut, Miss Ben wants to beat you up, but she can't beat you!

To deal with this kind of "scoundrel", Yang Jingxian is more experienced, she smiled coldly and said:

"If you don't dare to fight me, you can ask for help. But I'm going to say it before, if the helper you hired loses to me, I'll still have to beat you. ”

"Can I ask anyone to be a helper?" Yang Xiuyuan asked with a wink.

"Of course, but I'll wait for you for half an hour at most. Yang Jingxian pursed her lips with a look of disdain.

She sent a few professional fitness coaches to deal with Yang Xiuyuan, but she failed and returned, thinking how powerful Yang Xiuyuan was.

I didn't expect it to be a soft bone who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, and only knows how to bully women, but when I really meet a powerful hard stubble like myself, I immediately coaxed it.

Zhuang Mengdie was originally a little worried that Yang Xiuyuan really called some powerful helper, but when she saw that Yang Xiuyuan was looking left and right, he was actually preparing to find a helper from the scene, and she couldn't help but secretly rejoice in her heart.

In the entire zero fitness club, Sister Jingxian is also the number one master, this guy will definitely be beaten by Sister Jingxian today.

When he knows that he is powerful, see if he dares to make himself angry in the future, hehehehe.

In the corner of the room, several men who were making sandbags saw Yang Xiuyuan's gaze sweeping over, and immediately lowered their heads weakly, as if they were afraid that Yang Xiuyuan would notice them.

"Huh, Brother Feng, it's really fate, come, Brother Feng, I'll find you to be my substitute." "Yang Xiuyuan chose no one else, it was Brother Feng who was sent by Yang Jingxian to teach him a lesson before.

Brother Feng turned his face away and said:

"You've mistaken someone!"

Yang Xiuyuan looked at Yang Jingxian:

"Chest D, you said I could invite someone casually, what if he didn't come?"

Yang Jingxian glared at Brother Feng fiercely:

"Useless guy! Since they asked you to do the fight, why don't you come up quickly?"

Brother Feng was miserable, reluctantly walked out, squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said:

"Brother, don't be kidding, who doesn't know that Sister Yang is a famous heroine in Jiangcheng? Sister Yang, can I just admit defeat?"

"No way!"

When the words fell, Yang Jingxian shouted, and kicked straight to Brother Feng's chest.

Brother Feng shouted in his heart, "My life is over!"

Then he closed his eyes and waited for death.

It's not that he doesn't dare to resist, but he knows that Yang Jingxian has two feet after this kick, which is Yang Jingxian's famous stunt, which evolved from Bruce Lee's Li Sanjiao.

He knew that he couldn't cope with his combat level, so he simply chose not to deal with it.

In this way, maybe Yang Jingxian can still get a little lighter.

But suddenly, he felt a powerful force surging from his back, and his body rushed up uncontrollably.

"Bang!"

Brother Feng's chest collided head-on with Yang Jingxian's flying kick, but the scene of Brother Feng being kicked out did not appear.

On the contrary, Yang Jingxian was shocked and flew out, and she retreated five or six steps in a row before stopping.

"This ......" Brother Feng looked confused.

"Okay, it turns out that you have been hiding your strength, just waiting for the opportunity to humiliate me, right?" Yang Jingxian was furious, gritted her teeth, and rushed up again with a faster speed.

"No, Sister Yang, I just suddenly possessed the Jiuyang Divine Skill, and I don't know ......"

Before Brother Feng finished speaking, Yang Jingxian's kick had arrived, and this time, it was his head kick.

"Bang!"

Yang Jingxian was shocked and flew out again, because she was stronger this time, and the backlash was also stronger, she fell directly to the ground.

"Sister Yang, I'm sorry, I swear I really didn't mean it!" Brother Feng Khan came down, and he himself was scared enough for this strange situation.

"Sister Yang, are you okay?" Brother Feng stepped forward with a nervous face, ready to apologize and admit his mistake, but as soon as he took a step, that powerful force came again.

He stretched out his fist uncontrollably and smashed it at Yang Jingxian.

This punch was more powerful than Yang Jingxian's two feet in terms of speed and strength, Yang Jingxian was taken aback, and hurriedly crossed her hands to protect her chest.

With a muffled sound, Yang Jingxian took Brother Feng's punch, took nine steps back, and slammed her back into the edge of the ring.

This time the collision was not light, Yang Jingxian only felt that there was no pain in her body, and she couldn't use any strength for a while.

"This ...... Sister Yang, I said that my hand hit me myself, do you believe it?" Brother Feng asked nervously.

Yang Jingxian didn't speak, but the murderous aura in her eyes was terrifyingly rich.

Brother Feng swallowed his saliva fiercely, thinking that there was a guy who didn't have long eyes before who just verbally provoked Yang Jingxian, and was beaten by Yang Jingxian to the hospital for a week, and he couldn't help but rush wildly in his heart.

"Okay, Zhang Feng, it turns out that you are so deeply hidden, but I used to show ugliness in front of you! We have settled this Liangzi, and when I practice kung fu well, I will definitely fight back ten times and a hundred times!" Yang Jingxian said through gritted teeth.

Brother Feng looked bitter, so anxious that tears were about to fall, and he looked left and right at a loss, like a child who couldn't find his mother.

Yang Xiuyuan stepped forward and said:

"Hehe, my helper won you, what else do you have to say?"

After speaking, Chong Zhuang Mengdie beckoned:

"Let's go, come home with me. ”

Zhuang Mengdie's little face turned pale, and she hurriedly ran to Yang Jingxian's side:

"Sister Jingxian, are you okay?

Yang Jingxian shook her head:

"I'm fine. ”

turned to Yang Xiu and said:

"It's just the first game, let's win two out of three games, if you win me again this time, then I don't care about you and Mengdie!"

Zhuang Mengdie bit her lip and said:

"Sister Jingxian, either forget it, next time find a chance to clean him up. You're injured, I'll accompany you to the hospital. ”

Yang Jingxian shook her head strongly:

"It's okay, my sister promised to help you teach him a lesson, how can you break your promise? Don't worry, even if I only use one hand, I can deal with this stinky boy!"

Yang Xiuyuan saw that the other party was determined to compare himself with himself, and he was a little helpless, so he spread his hands and said:

"Okay, how do you compare? Let's talk about it first, this time you say it, but don't do anything about three wins in five games, five wins in seven games and so on, then it's endless. ”

Yang Jingxian's eyebrows are upside down:

"your stinky fart! Grandma said that two wins in three games is two wins in three games, and it is a good word!"

Yang Jingxian thought about it for a while, and now that she was suffering from a little internal injury in her physical strength loss, compared to strength and the like, she couldn't compare to Yang Xiuyuan for the time being.

The only way to do this is to start from other aspects.

Xiu's eyes shook around, Yang Jingxian had an idea, pointed to a horizontal bar on the left and said:

"We're dancing, pole dancing!"