"Opportunity."

Others can't see the movements of the two clearly, it doesn't mean that Yan Murong can't see clearly. If you can't even see the opponent's moves clearly, how can you resist?

Kunlun seemed to be physically exhausted, after his arm blocked Yan Murong's elbow, the speed of retraction slowed down significantly, Yan Murong saw one or two in front of him, quickly approached, formed a fist with his left hand, and smashed Kunlun's chest with a fist again.

Kunlun didn't make a blocking move, but instead pulled a weird smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh no, this guy did it on purpose." Seeing Kunlun's smile, Yan Murong was suddenly shocked.

Yes, Kunlun did it on purpose.

The more he fought, the more frightened Kunlun became, this kid was much more difficult than he imagined, fast and powerful, he had already used all his strength, but he was worthy of a draw with him, and no one could help anyone - but his intuition told him that Yan Murong had not done his best.

Therefore, after Kunlun blocked Yan Murong's attack, the speed at which his arm was retracted was stagnant, giving Yan Murong the illusion that he was physically exhausted, so Yan Murong was fooled.

Yan Murong had already punched out, and he couldn't get it back, and Kunlun, because he was deliberately luring Yan Murong to attack, was not panicked by Yan Murong's punch, but turned to the side, grabbed Yan Murong's punch, and raised his hand and smashed it into his cheek.

This shit, you want to disfigure me.

Yan Murong was shocked and extremely angry at the same time.

His wrist was grabbed by Kunlun, Yan Murong couldn't move, but his other hand moved. The same punch smashed into Kunlun's cheek.

Kunlun was shocked, and was extremely shocked by Yan Murong's desperate way.

Originally, he thought that if he punched down, he would definitely find a way to break free from the wrist he had grabbed and dodge, but---this guy didn't dodge, and even punched himself in the cheek.

Although Kunlun is not a handsome type of man, after all, it still hurts to be hit in the face, so the hand that grabbed Yan Murong's wrist quickly let go, and he slapped Yan Murong with a punch, and at the same time, his fist also changed direction slightly and smashed into Yan Murong's shoulder.

The grabbed arm broke free, Yan Murong still didn't dodge, his right hand was slapped away, and his left hand quickly turned into a fist, punching Kunlun's chest.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two muffled sounds were heard, and the two fists of the two smashed into each other's chests and shoulders, respectively.

The huge severals caused the two of them to fly upside down at the same time and fall to the ground.

"Click!"

Afterwards, there was a crisp sound of dislocated joints.

Yan Murong's life motto is - you can kill me, but you can't ruin my beloved face.

Therefore, this punch not only used the collapse fist, but also forcibly released a trace of internal qi outside the fist at the last moment. Therefore, after Kunlun was smashed and fell to the ground, he began to vomit blood.

Kunlun clearly felt that two ribs in his chest had been broken, although it did not hurt his lungs, but it was also painful.

Compared with Kunlun, Yan Murong is much better.

Although he was punched away by Kunlun and his shoulder was dislocated, at least he didn't vomit blood like Kunlun.

"Son." Seeing Yan Minghua flying out upside down, Yan Minghua hurriedly ran over, grabbed Yan Murong and shouted in panic. "How are you, are you alright—ah, your arm."

Seeing Yan Murong's arm dangling like a willow swinging in the wind, Yan Minghua shouted in panic. "Quick, go to the hospital, and come back to settle accounts with them."

"It's fine." Yan Murong looked at Yan Minghua and smiled, and said. "I don't have to go to the hospital, I just have a dislocation."

Feeling his injury, Yan Murong breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he was even more surprised by Kunlun's strength.

He relied on the last moment to release his internal qi to hurt Kunlun, and Kunlun's real punch dislocated his shoulder, and his chest was a little stuffy.

Looking at Kunlun, who was struggling to get up from the ground, Yan Murong smiled. "You've lost."

"I didn't lose." Kunlun stared at Yan Murong with fire-breathing eyes and shouted. "Go on."

"Okay, then go ahead." Yan Murong nodded, and only then did he move his dislocated shoulder when he watched Yan Minghua walk to the side with a worried expression.

I saw that Yan Murong's dislocated arm suddenly flung upwards forcefully, and then there was a crisp "click", and the dislocated joint at the shoulder was forcibly picked up by him.

"Ahh

The surrounding audience was all frightened by Yan Murong's move.

Oh my God, is this still a human being--there are also bones in Chinese medicine, but this guy doesn't even touch it, just shake it, how much it hurts--Damn, this guy is a man.

Yan Murong looked calm on the surface, but she had already begun to scold her mother in her heart.

Rely on it, it hurts Lao Tzu to death.

The reason why he did this was because Yan Murong remembered that he had watched a movie, and he forgot the name of the movie, but he remembered part of the plot in it.

The male protagonist in it was because of a dislocated shoulder, and then he was connected with a flick, although Yan Murong was also surprised when he saw it, he was more fascinated by the handsomeness of this pure master - so, he also did the same and gave himself a little bit.

After finishing it, Yan Murong found out tragically - it really fucking hurts.

So, Yan Murong scolded in his heart, and cursed the director who made that movie - too tricky.

"Ahh

Seeing Yan Murong walking towards him, Kunlun rushed over with a loud shout, as if he was venting, and as if he was cheering himself, but from his swaying steps, Yan Murong could see that he was already injured.

His own punch, even if it was to smash a bear, was enough to stun with one punch, and if it was a human, the sternum would have been smashed long ago.

This guy just vomited a little blood and suffered some internal injuries, which is already considered lucky.

"You weren't my match just now, and you still aren't." Yan Murong said with a smile while easily coping with Kunlun's every move.

Kunlun was angry, but he also knew that his injuries would affect his moves, and every time he threw a punch, there was a sharp pain in his chest.

"Nameless, Kunlun can't do it, tell him to come down." Zheng Yan sighed and said to Zheng Wuming.

"Yan Murong, stop, Kunlun has lost." Zheng Wuming shouted at Yan Murong in the field.

Stop it? Hum!

Yan Murong sneered in his heart-this guy just wanted to ruin his handsome face, and he was going to ruin him, uh--he was going to beat his big cake face even bigger.

"Bang-bang!"

As soon as Zheng Wuming's words fell, Yan Murong avoided Kunlun's hook and raised a kick and kicked him in the face.

And Kunlun, like a kite off the string, flew upside down again—a bloody arrow bloomed in the air along with two white back molars.

PS: The battle to defend the chrysanthemum has begun...... Students, bring the flowers quickly, otherwise they will be exploded, and it will hurt very much......