When Feng Tao hurriedly looked down, he really pinched a note firmly in his hand.

Look at the order of appearance above, it is actually No. 2.

Then, it's your turn to win the first game.

Feng Tao sighed slightly, and by the way, glanced at the position where the man's wife was sitting under the stands not far away.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Tao raised his head and looked at the opponent standing in front of him with an expressionless face.

After thinking about it, Feng Tao still simply hugged his fist at the man:

"In Xia Feng Tao, Tete asked his brother for advice."

The man's cold eyelids, and the expression on his face was basically the same as that of the man's wife:

"Wang Gang. Isn't it just that everyone is competing in one place, don't think that if you say soft words politely or something, you will let go of whoever is next. Alright, Hugh is verbose, let's go! ”

Before the cold words fell, with a long punch, it had already slammed towards Feng Tao's front door with the sound of the wind.

Feng Tao spun around, and first avoided it quickly.

A little anger also slowly spread in the bottom of my heart:

, my own kindness to others, is it so difficult, this product in front of me is actually as hateful as some people!

Unwilling to show any mercy, Feng Tao raised his big fist and pounced on the proud guy in front of him.

Judging from his body style and reaction speed, this Wang Gang in front of him should also be an old fritter in the third grade, right?

However, if you stay here for a longer time, you can be so casually defying the kindness of others?!

Ye is indeed young, it is true that he is not old enough, but his eyes are full of energy and full of fighting spirit!

An evil heart fire quietly spread from Feng Tao's mind.

This directly led to the fact that the old fist on Wang Gang's body became more and more dense and powerful.

When the smashing rose, Feng Tao forgot the so-called footwork, the so-called moves, and only cared about smashing at that guy desperately.

At first, the proud guy remembers to dodge with some subtle footwork.

However, after Feng Tao flew up and hit the target directly, the guy with a proud face could only hold his head and avoid being hit in important parts over there.

It didn't take long for Feng Tao to quickly find that the guy's eyes were also swollen, his mouth was crooked, his cheeks were blue and purple, and he couldn't see the color of his original skin.

After being in a good mood, Feng Tao raised his big fist and was waiting to continue the pursuit while he was victorious, when suddenly, he heard a loud shout in his ear:

"Enough! You crazy boy! Don't you see that everyone has no power to fight back! You've obviously won, and you're still fighting with your life, you're not in a martial arts competition, you're really sadistic, a boy who doesn't know how to measure! ”

Stunned, Feng Tao still looked at his big fist in disbelief.

That's what it is...... Is the rhythm of victory?

It turns out that no matter what kind of martial arts it learns, it is possible to win if it smashes it like this?!

That guy who is proficient in all kinds of moves was smashed by himself like this?

couldn't help but smirk, Feng Tao glanced coldly at the mess of things kneeling on the ground, and then nodded thoughtfully in a certain direction, and then staggered out of the ring.

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