Chapter Seventy-One: Together?

Leaving Ye Weiwei, who was still in a daze, You Mengyu hummed a song and left in style, but the chaos on the scene did not stop because of his departure, but tended to intensify. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Fortunately, the school is so big, even if you don't know it, you know it, right? After reacting, they basically know how to stop, of course, it is not excluded that there are a few people who really take advantage of the chaos to do the black hand.

For example, at this time, there was an unlucky guy who had fallen to the ground at some point, holding an origami in his hand, which was the one handwritten by You Mengyu himself.

In terms of ferocity, Han Mobing and Zhao Xiajue were simply crazy, and they didn't do anything else to focus on those who had been stained with origami, and in just a few minutes, people who were interested in it left them a vacant space.

"Yo~ Isn't this who's coming? I usually look like a very serious person, but I didn't expect to have two fights! ā€

kicked the kid's waist on the ground, and after making sure that the other party had really been beaten and fainted by himself, Han Mobing muttered meaningfully to Zhao Xiajue.

Speaking of fighting, Han Mobing's historical footprints can be extended to junior high school, and now there are basically no thorns in each class in high school who don't know that he can fight and pick up girls.

Unexpectedly, Han Mobing would never have imagined that Zhao Xiajue would be so capable of fighting, and his gestures looked standardized and funny, but every stroke could make a person fall to the ground.

"You're not bad, either! I'm afraid that even if the old master who taught me a few hands of sanda will have a headache when he sees it! ā€

I don't know whether to praise or belittle in a word, but Zhao Xiajue's movements did not stop, and he was pressing towards Han Mobing step by step, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

In fact, in Zhao Xiajue's heart, he had already been annoyed enough at this time, leaving Ye Weiwei here to grab things from others, which was definitely not what he should have in the education he had received since he was a child.

But the reality is that you always have to make a choice, right? Fortunately, as long as you solve the person in front of you who you have long been unhappy with, you can get the origami, and things seem to be simpler.

"Tut-tut, it turns out that I learned from the master? It's really enviable! ā€

"It just so happens that I also learned sanda, but I went to the club to learn it, what's the matter, play?"

As Han Mobing's words fell, he immediately made a sanda starting move, but in Zhao Xiajue's opinion, he only felt that he was a layman full of loopholes and even vulnerable.

Needless to say, the elbow of the punch followed the transmission of the strength of Han Mobing's feet, and the next punch went straight to Zhao Xiajue's shoulder blades, and everyone who has learned it knows it.

Unless it is an emergency, it is generally rare to hit other people's faces and chests, because it is really likely to have an accident under the strong sinking, and the relative shoulder blades and other parts of the ability to resist hitting are more suitable for shooting, and it only depends on who has better strength and skills in the end.

"Hmm~ The strength is okay, but it's a pity that the speed is too slow, exposing the throat, is it really a layman?"

For Han Mobing's decision not to attack the door of death, Zhao Xia still admired it from the bottom of his heart, but the disappointment in his eyes still betrayed his mood.

It's just that there is no time to sigh extraneously, Han Mobing has another elbow blow and goes straight to his jaw, seeing that trend If he is hit and doesn't lose a few teeth, it will be hell.

"Hmph~ Showing such a big gap, and daring to hit my jaw, it's just looking for death, just knock it on your throat......"

Oh, yes! In Zhao Xiajue's opinion, Han Mobing's movements were really flawed everywhere, just like he said, casually attack Han Mobing's death door, then everything will be over.

But in fact, did Zhao Xia dare to do that? Just like Han Mobing only targeted Zhao Xiajue's shoulder blades and other parts at the beginning, it's not that he doesn't dare to fight, but he can't fight! Something is going to happen.

If Han Mobing knew Zhao Xiajue's thoughts at this time, he would have laughed off his big teeth a long time ago, did he really not know the threat of those dead doors?

It's just that everyone's environment is different, and what Han Mobing has to face is basically those teenagers who fight with a ruthless spirit, we just know how to make a move and add a little more strength.

And after just knowing that Zhao Xia Jue learned from that kind of master, Han Mobing became even more unscrupulous, because orthodox martial artists regarded those dead doors as more serious than anyone else, and unless necessary, they were all ordered to make a move.

It is precisely knowing this that Han Mobing's shot is even more unscrupulous, and he will definitely not leave his hand if he can disfigure Zhao Xia without hurting the roots.

Hit the whip leg in the waist mercilessly, and took the time to come to the black hand for a while, which soon made Zhao Xia cry bitterly, have you really learned sanda? This is only used in hooligan fights, is it good?

"Hey! Doesn't it seem that the master who taught you is not very good? That's not going to work? ā€

"Lick Zhao~ You talk a lot of nonsense!"

After a while, the two were entangled together, and taking advantage of the gap, Han Mobing smiled and attacked Zhao Xiajue, and the latter's face turned black on the spot when he heard it.

If it's not as good as people, it doesn't matter, but the reality is not the same thing at all, and now it's even more insulting to the master he has taught, and now Zhao Xiajue doesn't care so much anymore.

"This is your own death, if you want medical expenses, you can ask me for reimbursement at any time, hum~"

With a cold snort, the sharp-eyed Zhao Xiajue once again avoided Han Mobing's punch, but this time he reached out and clasped his arm, and his left hand quietly wiped it on Han Mobing's fist.

It seemed that he was going to push with his arm, but the next moment, Han Mobing suddenly screamed, and there seemed to be a crisp sound invisibly, which made people's teeth ache.

"It's all said, you found it yourself, no wonder others."

With Han Mobing's screams, Zhao Xia Jue didn't intend to let him go, but instead stepped forward at once, and a perfect standard lock technique buckled it in front of him.

In fact, don't look at why Han Mobing suddenly lost inexplicably, you must know that Zhao Xiajue just wiped his fist on the doorway, and it was easy to touch Han Mobing's exposed thumb along the palm of his hand.

As long as you cover it and gently break it out, no one can stand the sudden huge pain, and this is just a small skill.

"Hiss~ Zhao Xia will teach your master to be an old woman! This kind of damage trick is used. ā€

"Hehe~ Then you don't have to worry about it, you are the one who lost today."

"Hmph~ Not necessarily, right? Do you know what other clubs I have been in besides Sanda? Judo, Taekwondo, I've got involved~"

"Does it make sense?"

Indeed, the situation at the scene seemed to be that Han Mobing had lost, but as his words fell, enduring the sharp pain on his thumb, Han Mobing suddenly slammed back.

The strength was so great that even Zhao Xiajue couldn't help but let go of the hands that locked Han Mobing at this time, and the next moment Zhao Xiajue suddenly felt as if he was flying.

At a glance, it was Han Mobing who grabbed his arm and took advantage of the situation to throw himself on the back, no, it looks like it should be a throw, right? Or both?

"Shall we perish together? What a mockery! ā€

Zhao Xiajue, who was flying in mid-air, was still in the mood to say such a sentence at this time, and even had a smile on the corner of his mouth, just because before he landed, his two hands also took the opportunity to hug Han Mobing's neck.

"Bang~"

With the sound of a dull body falling to the ground, Zhao Xia was definitely thrown to the ground, but at the same time, Han Mobing was also taken to the ground together, and a burst of dizziness made him unable to move at all, or did he really die together?

The atmosphere at the scene was cold for a while, leaving only the exhausted gasps of the two of them, just waiting for whoever had good stamina to stand up first.

"Heha~ Dead open, you scum, all of them are out of the way of labor and capital, haha~ Origami is mine......"

The fight between Han Mobing and Zhao Xiajue was fierce, but the other side was not bad, and at some point, Qi Minghui's howl suddenly sounded in the field.

There were bruises on his face and even his hairstyle was messy, originally watching the fight between Zhao Xia Jue and Han Mobing, Qi Minghui's heart was half cold on the spot, how could he rob it? Isn't it looking for death?

It wasn't until both of them fell to the ground that Qi Minghui reacted, and under a stirring spirit, a porcupine rampant came to the man with the origami in his hand.

After picking it up, he took a deep look at Zhao Xiajue and Han Mobing, and there was a hesitant look on his face, but he didn't know how, he knew that You Meng's words were true.

Suddenly recalled You Mengyu's face just now, and did not hesitate anymore, after picking up the paper, he fled the scene with an arrow step, leaving Han Mobing and Zhao Xiajue, who were still lying on the ground with big eyes and staring at each other.

"What the hell! Rich and powerful, amazing? It's amazing to fight? ā€

"Do you really think this is a beautiful world where everything can only be left to you?"

Qi Minghui who was running didn't know what he had figured out, he was afraid of a person like Zhao Xiajue, but there was still a little hope in reality.

It's like the origami in my hand, why can't I try it as a civilian?