To be honest, Ye Fan is not worried about the opponents of the boxing club, but he is really a little jealous of the folk masters and the children of the ancient martial arts family. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Especially the children of the Guwu family, the family has a long heritage and a very deep heritage, which should not be underestimated.

But Ye Fan has never been afraid since he was a child, even if it is a tiger's butt, it has to be a bucket stick.

Besides, Ye Fan thought, his luck is not so bad, could it be that all the masters let himself run into it?

The world is unpredictable!

"Fighter No. 199 in the ring No. 1. ”

Suddenly, the sound of the radio came from the loudspeakers on the roof.

Number 199, isn't it yourself!?hey!

Ye Fan smiled strangely, his eyes lit up, and he put on a mask and walked out of the VIP box.

In the No. 1 ring, there was already a capable man, who was Ye Fan's opponent in the first game.

His name is Fan Bin, twenty-three years old, a boxing fanatic, he is an apprentice of Botian Martial Arts Club, after practicing with his master for two years, he began to try to fight black boxing, but because of his own limited strength, the gym will generally arrange some weaker fighters or novices to him.

It's a pity that he has played nineteen games, and he still hasn't won one, which can't help but make him very depressed.

What annoyed him even more was that some of the novices who practiced boxing with him had won two or three fights, and some people had even begun to laugh at his reckless qualifications, and some people said: Since you can't win, you can simply lose to the end, make up 100 fights, and break a record.

Can you listen to this, you can vomit blood in anger.

Today, he exerted his strength and warned himself: he must win one game, if he doesn't win, he will lose twenty games in a row, one-fifth of a hundred games, and the meat is numb when he thinks about it......

Ye Fan had already entered the field and stood opposite him.

Fan Bin looked at Ye Fan's figure and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least not the kind of burly body shape that made people breathless......

The referee, a middle-aged man in his thirties, motioned for the two to stand in the middle of the ring, and talked about the rules as if going through the motions: "Don't hit the crotch and the back of the head, take the initiative to admit defeat, fall to the ground for ten seconds and fall off the ring is a negative ......"

After speaking, the referee asked the two if they understood.

Ye Fan and Fan Bin nodded.

"Okay, do you have anything to say to each other?"

Fan Bin had already prepared a sentence: "Thank God for letting you appear in front of me, thank God for letting you be my stepping stone to glory." ”

“……”

Ye Fan's head was a little frustrated, and he wanted to laugh inexplicably, didn't his opponents usually say some cruel words of "I will ******, I will beat you so that your parents don't know you", how did he want to go on stage to accept the award and give a speech.

If you lose to this kind of person, you really have to hit the wall.

The referee didn't seem to be able to listen anymore, so he slashed his hand down decisively and shouted in a deep voice: "Begin." ”

He, the word "start" just popped out of the referee's mouth, Fan Bin immediately pounced forward, and an old fist slammed into Ye Fan's face, I don't know if he wanted to win too much, or if he had already prepared this move.

If you don't pay attention, you will really be tricked.

But Ye Fan was on one side of his body, and he could dodge, and then, the killing trick came.

Ahem, an extremely skillful move, his right foot hooked at Fan Bin's ankle, and Fan Bin immediately grabbed and fell to the ground......

Despicable!

Ye Fan strode in front of Fan Bin, bent down and grabbed Fan Bin's hair, and then smashed it on the floor of the ring.

Bang!

Fan Bin's head was firmly planted on the floor, his eyes suddenly sparked, and then his eyes went black, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Obviously dizzy!

The referee and the spectators around were dumbfounded, and looked straight at Fan Bin, who was not moving, this is not five seconds, is it over......

The referee came to his senses first, ran close and counted "1,2,3,4,5......", and saw that Fan Bin didn't move, so he simply didn't bother to count the numbers behind.

He got up and glanced at the number on Ye Fan's chest, and announced loudly: "Player No. 199 wins." ”

The first one is done, and it is easy in two or three seconds!

Ye Fan got out of the ring and returned to the boxer's rest area to wait for the second event.

The gym side immediately posted the information of Ye Fan's serial challenge on the large screen in the hall, and if no other fighters responded within ten minutes, the gym side would arrange another fighter to fight Ye Fan.

But as soon as the information was announced, fighters immediately responded.

Therefore, Ye Fan's butt was not yet hot, and it was immediately broadcast on the hall radio: "Please ask Player No. 199 and Huo Yun to go to the No. 1 ring to fight, and those who come on stage at the end of three minutes will be judged to lose!"

Ye Fan got into the No. 1 ring again.

The opponent this time, Huo Yun, is a little older, about twenty-eight or nine years old, and judging by the aura on his body, he should be mixed up.

Again, the referee, as in the previous game, explained the rules and announced, "Go!"

There's nothing to say, let's fight!

Interestingly, Ye Fan once again played a glorious tradition, and once again hooked his feet, put down the other party, and then repeated the old trick, grabbing the opponent's head and smashing it on the stage.

Syllable!

Since you're not dizzy, let's do it again.

Syllable!

That's it!

Huo Yun was like Fan Bin in the last game, lying on the ground in a big shape, straight and straight, and didn't move.

The referee and the spectators were dumbfounded again, ...... How to think about it, it's only about six or seven seconds, and the two fighters are so dizzy, what kind of fight is this?

What's even more exciting is that when the third fighter takes the stage, the tragedy repeats itself.

Ye Fan simply cultivated the despicable and insidious skill of hooking feet to the point of being superb, and once again knocked down the opponent with an uncontrollable hook kick, and then grabbed the opponent's head as a ball.

Bang, bang!

Ahem, the third fighter followed in the footsteps of the first two and was unconscious.

The referees and spectators, who had already witnessed two such scenes, were silent, trying to digest what it was, three hooks, a few "bang, bang, bang", and then the three fighters fell unconscious on the ring......

"Fighter No. 199 wins!"

Next, Ye Fan had half an hour of rest, and he returned to the VIP box.

When Jiang Pi saw him, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Ye, where did you learn this hooked foot, you have time to teach me." ”

"Hahahaha, what is this, let alone people, it's a four-legged pig and dog, I can also fall down. ”

“……”

At the same time, the information that Ye Fan won three games in a row was sent to each VIP box.

In the No. 18 box, the two boss-style people were putting cold arrows at each other: "Boss Zhan, this No. 199 is a dark horse, hurry up and arrange your people to get on, this is a good opportunity to make money." ”

Zhan Boss is called Zhan Sheng, he loves to play gambling, and in the past few years, he has won at least thirty or forty million in gambling on black boxing.

He held a pregnant woman's belly and said with a dry smile: "No problem, my people can go on, but do you Boss Sun dare to play, if you dare to bet two million, I will let my people go immediately." ”

"Heh, my Sun Yi has nothing to dare to play, isn't it just two million, when I give your little lover to buy a sanitary-sheng-towel, but the rules of the game still have to be there, how many odds do you put. ”

"3:1, if my men lose, I will pay you six million. ”

"Okay, don't scold your mother when you lose, hahaha. ”

"Lose? Heh, when have my people ever lost. ”

Zhan Sheng let out a strange laugh, turned his head sideways and said to a masked man behind him: "No. 77, you go and win the right to fight in the next game." ”

"Understood!"

Obviously, Zhansheng and Sun Yi are the bosses who play gambling professionally, and this No. 77 is a master of Zhansheng invited from other places.