The smart palms slashed across the powerful fists, and the two butterflies spread their wings and flew off, one facing the face of Mu Xiyan, and the other bent along the three fingers of the fist to clasp the wrist.

The fine hair scattered on his cheeks was lifted high by the palm wind, and Mu Xiyan hurriedly swung his fist to block the palm wind that was about to fall on his face in Chen Zhilei's smug eyes, and at the same time, the other shackled arm jerked violently, and every movement was full of strong power, and the three fingers locked on the wrist slipped off.

Mu Xiyan's boxing method is the most basic set of introductory boxing methods - Hong boxing.

Hong Fist is brutal, powerful, and consumes a lot of physical strength, which is not suitable for fighting against the nimble and light butterfly palm.

As an excellent martial artist, even if she loses her mind, when she picks up a weapon to defend or attack, the habit formed since childhood has made the best battle plan.

When Chen Zhilei saw that Mu Xiyan was using Hong Fist, a flash of light quickly flashed in her eyes, and without thinking, she changed her plan to take the initiative to attack, turned attack into defense, and consumed her physical strength first.

As she wished, her concession made Mu Xiyan turn defense into offense, and the two of them came and went, and in the blink of an eye, it was a few tricks.

Mu Xiyan is always attacking, Chen Zhilei, and has always kept a safe distance from her.

Under the audience, Jiang Danqiu was holding Mu Xiyan's still bright cotton clothes and pants in her hands, her quiet eyes moved with Mu Xiyan's figure, and her hand pinching the corners of her clothes revealed her nervousness.

On the other side, Du Feifei leaned over slightly and whispered in Tang Xinyue's ear: "Xinyue, what do you think?"

Tang Xinyue withdrew her gaze from the ring, smiled at her, and replied softly: "Don't you have the answer in your heart?" ”

Before Du Feifei could speak, Pan Honglian's hurried voice on the side interjected, and her tone was slightly dissatisfied: "What's going on with Zhilei? Why was she chased by 0845, a short-lived ghost, and couldn't fight back?

Du Feifei glanced at Tang Xinyue, raised her arm and put it on Pan Honglian's shoulder, and whispered: "Zhilei has the idea of consuming her physical strength, so she will deal with her." ”

Pan Honglian could also see this, but her thin eyebrows were still wrinkled, thinking in her heart that what if this was ......

"Honglian, are you thinking in your heart now that this is a trap?" Tang Xinyue's calm voice drilled into Pan Honglian's ears, she looked up at Tang Xinyue, and nodded incessantly, Tang Xinyue is words simply went to his heart. "That's right, we haven't specifically understood how the fighting skills of the short-lived ghost of 0845 are, Zhilei has always given in like this, in case that short-lived ghost is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and wins Zhilei, won't Zhilei have no face to see people?"

Isn't it just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?→_→

Tang Xinyue thought so in her heart, but she changed the topic, "Whether you lose or win, let's discuss how to fight next, you see ......"

Pan Honglian and Du Feifei both leaned over their heads, and the three of them pointed to Mu Xiyan who was waving his fists and constantly attacking, and I discussed it word by word, as if Mu Xiyan was the white bread in their hands, or the kind without filling, and they could pinch it as much as they wanted.

In the ring, Chen Zhilei began to decide that something was wrong, she was suppressed by the strong fist wind, and even the defense began to be unstable, she looked at Mu Xi's fair and calm look, and her heart was like a rag that was blocked and dirty, and she was out of breath, this short-lived ghost martial arts is so powerful, so me?