"Good!" The scorpion suddenly stood up from the couch and took the lead in loud cheers.

When he first started the game, seeing Ye Feng's confident appearance, he was really worried that the four of them would not be able to handle Ye Feng. This is good, but I didn't expect Ye Feng to be just a person who likes to run trains with his mouth full. It's very powerful, this fight is so vulnerable.

The younger brothers, seeing the scorpion's movements, also shouted loudly, as if they had already won.

As for the monk, he looked condescendingly at Ye Feng who was lying on the edge of the table, and there was no pity in his eyes, but a kind of contempt, contempt for a person who didn't know the height of the sky.

"At this time, is it too early to say that you will lose?" Ye Feng, who was lying on the edge of the table, did not hang his head as everyone thought, but still said confidently.

Well? The monk was stunned for a moment. Indeed, they agreed at the beginning, but knocking the other out of the table was considered a victory. At this time, Ye Feng was still lying on the table in a good manner. From this point of view, Ye Feng can't be counted as losing.

Just as he was stunned, Ye Feng's right hand quickly grabbed the hand he stretched out in front of him, and pulled it back hard, and his body rolled to the side.

"Knock knock", the monk was shocked, and hurriedly exerted force on the soles of his feet, and after stepping on the table a few times, he barely managed to stabilize himself on the edge of the table.

On the other hand, Ye Feng took advantage of this gap and had already returned to the center of the table to stand still.

"Despicable!" The monk said angrily. At that moment just now, although according to the rules, he did not win, but he was also sure of nine out of ten. And Ye Feng actually relied on the language trap to catch himself off guard, which was naturally unacceptable to the monk.

"Hehe, the rules are clear, how can it be considered despicable?" Ye Feng patted the soil on his body and said with a smile.

On his face, there was a smile on his face that made the monk and the scorpion grit their teeth with hatred, as if he didn't care at all. In his heart, he was extremely anxious. Ye Feng knows that judging from the current comparison of strength, if he relies on hard work, he will undoubtedly fall behind, not to mention one against four, whether he can handle the monk in front of him is unknown.

For the sake of today's plan, if you want to win this victory, you can only outwit it, not the enemy.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng quickly mobilized the power of his perspective, like a sophisticated scanner, and swept the monk's whole body up and down.

Soon, there was a surprise to Ye Feng - the joints of the monk's two legs actually had a lot of internal injuries!

Okay, that's it, a plan, in his head, began to take shape.

"Come again! This time, you have to lose convincingly! The monk still didn't know what was going on, and thought that Ye Feng was just playing tricks once.

After cursing a few words in a low voice, the monk was no longer polite, and once again used his complex footwork like a lost step to bully Ye Feng again. And his upper body is still dominated by fists. From this point of view, it is exactly the same as the fight just now.

The same? Can you handle the same?

Monk Ke did not underestimate the enemy to the point of thinking that he could defeat Ye Feng with one style of play. The reason why he still uses this style of play is because he feels that Ye Feng's strength, even if he is familiar with his starting move, can only be slightly proficient in dealing with it. Want to win? Let's go home and practice again.

When he beckoned Ye Feng with his fist, the monk's leg was already ready to be lifted.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Ye Feng's figure suddenly pressed down, and he was able to avoid the punch that he looked like he was going to hit.

Hmph, in this case, I'll raise my knees and see how you deal with it.

Ye Feng's movements fell in the eyes of the monk, but they did not surprise him at all. After Ye Feng dodged his fist, the monk's knee had already slammed directly towards his face!

In the time that could not be heard, I saw Ye Feng tilt his head slightly, and hit the monk's leg joint hard!

Look for death!

Everyone in the audience instantly had such a thought in their hearts.

"Ah" screamed, and sure enough, after Ye Feng's movements, he was followed by a scream after being knocked hard.

Wait, no, it's not Ye Feng who screams, it's the monk!

Everyone was shocked to find that the monk who should have had the upper hand at this time was actually sweating profusely, and his facial nerves were twisting violently, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

"You ......" The monk endured the pain in his leg and glared at Ye Feng angrily.

"What's wrong? To get started? Ye Feng said, making a gesture and kicking towards the monk's knee.

"Slow! I throw in the towel! In the astonished gaze of everyone, the monk shouted loudly, followed by a jumper, and jumped off the table.

In the first game, Ye Feng won!

"What?!" Seeing that the monk who had the upper hand suddenly bowed his head and admitted defeat, the scorpion was also very puzzled and dissatisfied. Only the monk himself knew what Ye Feng's actions just now meant. The other party has completely seen his weakness, if he doesn't admit defeat again, the monk dares to guarantee that he is afraid that his two legs will be wasted on the stage today.

"Who's next?" Ye Feng stood at the edge of the table, condescendingly looking at the few masters who had just been invincible, and said proudly.

"Wilkins, you're on!" The scorpion said fiercely.

He now desperately hoped that Ye Feng's arrogance could be dealt a hard blow, and it was best to make him never dare to be scared again in his life.

"Okay." A blonde foreigner with muscles all over his body and nearly two meters tall stood up in response.

That's a fierce rival. Ye Feng had a twelve-point spirit in his heart, waiting for the other party to jump on the table and start the competition.

The younger brothers in the audience also quickly walked out of the failure just now, pinning all their hopes on this foreigner who looked very tough, expecting him to frustrate Ye Feng's spirit.

"Bring me a chair." Wilkins said.

What the? Did I hear me right?

After hearing this request, the younger brothers almost didn't vomit blood. At such an exciting time, you told everyone that you couldn't even jump on a table that was more than one meter long?

Wilkins, on the other hand, obviously knew how out of place his words were. When he said this, he didn't even dare to look at the little brothers next to him who had just cast a reverent gaze at him. Obviously, he also felt that his move was a bit embarrassing.

The chairs were quickly moved.

Stepping on the chair, Wilkins's two-hundred-pound body stood on the competition stage.

Hehe, it turns out that there is a brute force in the air. Ye Feng was also very happy in his heart. Compared with the monk who had both strength and ingenuity just now, this foreigner was obviously much easier to deal with.

"Look at the moves, boy!" Wilkins, speaking half-baked Chinese, rushed towards Ye Feng, stomping on the table with both feet.

Just as his fist was about to approach Ye Feng, Ye Feng's body tilted slightly to the side and deftly dodged.

"Cunning!" Unexpectedly, Wilkins actually came up with such an emotion.

Seeing Ye Feng dodge his fist, he didn't rush too much, but quickly turned around, and when he turned around, it was another punch!

The fist wind passed by, and it sounded fiercely.

At this moment, Ye Feng's complexion finally changed. I thought that with the other party's movements and reactions, it would definitely be very slow, and it would be easy for me to hide. I didn't expect that I had just dodged the fist, and before I could fight back, the other party's attack beckoned me again, so fast.

Ye Feng also quickly put away his contempt at the moment, and leaned back, but he could dodge this punch.

"Come again!" Wilkins missed the second punch, but he didn't panic at all, but leaned forward, stepped forward with one leg, and then punched again.

Hide again!

In this way, Ye Feng felt very embarrassed. From the moment he started dodging his opponent's first punch, he never established his own attack rhythm again, constantly backing and dodging. In the blink of an eye, it was less than a meter away from the edge of the table.

No, if you continue like this, you will definitely lose.

After dodging the opponent's unknown number of punches, Ye Feng made up his mind, and at the moment when Wilkins punched, he quickly followed up and collided with his fist.

"!" Ye Feng scolded in his heart and shook his fist vigorously. Grandma's, this Wilkins, is much more powerful than the monk just now. I collided with him like this, and I felt that the bones crackled again, and if I continued like this, let alone force the other party out of the table. This punch alone completely destroyed himself.

Ye Feng suddenly had an extreme headache. Shaking his aching fists, he flashed to the side, looking for a fighter.

This big man, when he just jumped up, his coordination was so poor, why did he have so much strength? Wait, coordination? Ye Feng's eyes lit up.

Looking closely, I saw that every time Wilkins attacked, he was fierce and amazingly powerful, but the rest of his body was not able to coordinate well. It always feels very stiff.

I see.

Ye Feng suddenly found a way to deal with it. For this kind of fighting, which only knows brute force, our ancestors have long remembered a trick to deal with it - Tai Chi.

After distancing himself from Wilkins again, under the surprised gaze of the other party, Ye Feng stood in the middle of the table and slowly started the Tai Chi starting hand.

"Ghost trick!" Wilkins didn't want to pretend to be a ghost, seeing that his attack was missed, he rushed forward quickly, and his fist blasted towards Ye Feng.

Borrow.

Ye Feng muttered in his heart, his upper body moved forward slightly, and in the direction where Wilkins's fist came from, one hand quickly climbed up his arm, jerked hard, and sent it forward. Wilkins only felt as if he had been caught, and he couldn't control his steps at all, and shouted "Wow Wow", and he rushed out of the competition table!

There was a "bang", and before everyone could react, they saw that Wilkins had fallen heavily to the ground and was silent!

"Check it out!" The scorpion's face was like stagnant water, losing two games in a row, especially the second game that made people feel extremely humiliating, and he felt that his face was a little hot.

"It hurts!" Before a group of people could get to the front, they heard Wilkins' heart-rending scream.

"Insufficient success, more than failure!" The scorpion waved his hand and asked them to carry Wilkins down.

"Is there anyone else to challenge?" Ye Feng stood on the table, his eyes were full of confidence.

"I'm coming!" A crisp female voice, at this time, sounded.