"Still fighting?" The red stick of the deputy pointed impatiently to the incense burner in the corner of the ring.

Half of the incense has burned nearly a third.

It's no wonder that the red stick is impatient, the two of them are talking, and the ring next to them is starting to fight the second game.

If everyone is like the two of them, they still can't light up the lights and fight at night?

"Fight and fight...... The middle-aged man nodded again and again, and the other party who smiled and said noisily, "The contemptible surname is Huang, and I shouted at my junior brother...... Brother, come, let's join hands ......"

Hand is to test the meaning of strength, the martial arts masters of the Republic of China have this tradition, before the hands-on competition will first hand in hand, after the hand, you will know how the opponent's fist strength is.

The rest depends on the individual's skills.

Fang Buwei did not doubt it, took two steps forward, and stretched out his hands.

As soon as the two approached, Fang Buwei only felt a flower in front of him, and the middle-aged man squatted slightly, pressed down with his right elbow, and hit Fang Buwei's lower abdomen like lightning.

This move is called "Cannon Flash", and it is a unique move in natural boxing, fast and heavy.

Want to sneak attack?

Fang Buwei sneered, his left hand closed his elbow, his right hand crossed his arm, and he stepped forward under his feet, and his right arm was not light or heavy on the middle-aged man's chest.

With a strange cry of "ah", the middle-aged man flew out like a kite with a broken string and flew directly out of the ring.

The red stick in the prison wanted to stop it, but it was a step too slow, and the middle-aged man flew directly towards Gao Zhensheng.

Gao Zhensheng got up violently, and put his palm on the middle-aged man's back, and as soon as he made contact, he felt extremely heavy.

Can't seem to catch it?

Between the lightning and flint, Gao Zhensheng's arms shook violently and threw the middle-aged man back.

"Ouch......"

"Whoa......

Directly smashed over seven or eight.

So strong?

Gao Zhensheng squinted at Fang Buwei.

He didn't see whether Fang Buwei threw it here intentionally, or unintentionally.

Fang Buwei put his hands on the rafters on the edge of the ring, and asked with a smile, "Senior Brother Huang, is it okay?" ”

The middle-aged man got up, his face was not red, and he said breathlessly, "Sure enough, it only took half a step, thank you for the mercy of my junior brother......"

Fang Buwei used skill, otherwise he would have to vomit at least half a bowl of blood.

According to the ring rules, as soon as the gong sounds, the fight begins, and the man does it in the name of a partner, which is not a sneak attack.

Who asked Fang not to catch up with others?

"Ding Ganwu wins!" The superintendent shouted loudly at the red stick.

"Papapapa......" The venue resounded with warm applause.

Including Situ Meitang applauded.

Fang Bu played too beautifully for this hand.

Connoisseurs can see how clever Fang Buwei's hand is.

If it weren't for the profundity of kung fu, he wouldn't have been able to do this step at all, and the man surnamed Huang would at least have to break a few sternums like the first disciple to fly out of the ring.

Fang Buwei hugged his fists and walked off the ring unhurriedly.

He didn't notice that under the ring, among the female disciples of the Four Golden Phoenixes, there was an exclamation.

A pair of wonderful eyes are round, as if they have seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"What's wrong?" The fourth sister next to her asked An Zhirong.

"I didn't ...... Not much...... It's so exciting......" An Zhirong subconsciously replied, and looked at Fang Buwei stupidly and walked out of the ring.

"It's really exciting!" The fourth sister of Jin Feng also agreed, "No matter how good you are, with this etiquette alone, no one among the disciples can match ......."

Even if he turns to ashes, he will recognize him......

An Zhirong covered his mouth, and tears rolled down from his eyes one after another.

He's alive?

He's not dead......

An Zhirong's heart was beating faster and faster, and there were large strands of hot air in his mouth and nose.

"Zhirong?" The fourth sister of Jin Feng noticed that something was wrong, and when she looked sideways, An Zhirong was already in tears.

"Maybe it's a ...... from the cold" An Zhirong tried hard to calm himself down, but his heart was like a boiling hot pot, unusually spicy.

Why did you cry all of a sudden?

The fourth sister looked at An Zhirong, and then at Fang Buwei, who stood out from the crowd.

……

It was almost noon after the first fight, and after dealing with two mouthfuls casually, Fang Buwei went to find Zhang Yonghe again.

Zhang Yonghe and Mr. Situ sat at the same table, looking at the costumes, and the other six should be guest secretaries.

The chances weren't too suitable.

I can only wait until the second fight is over.

Fang Buwei was just about to turn around and saw that the old man sitting next to Mr. Situ was a little familiar.

He looked at it and almost jumped.

Anvalue?

Why is he here?

Didn't Zhang Yonghe say that An Qin took An Zhirong to San Francisco?

Anqin is the patriarch of the Zhi Gong Court, and it is impossible not to go to the main hall of the Zhi Gong Tang when he arrives in the United States.

Since An Qin is in An Liang Hall, what about An Zhirong?

Fang Buwei's breathing was a little heavier.

He turned around sharply and looked at the disciples in the hall.

Whether it is a guest or a guest, there is a clear distinction between men and women, and there are only three tables for female guests, which is not very far from him.

Fang Buwei looked at it carefully, but didn't see An Zhirong.

Didn't you come today?

You can't take this kind of chance.

Fang Buwei shook his head.

It is necessary to confirm that An Zhirong is not present and whether he recognizes himself.

If his identity is revealed and the Japanese know about it, he will have only one way to hide abroad before the official declaration of war......

Fang Buwei looked around the back hall three times, but he didn't find An Zhirong's figure.

He settled down, and went to a place not far from the main table, and waited quietly.

Waiting for Zhang Yonghe to get off the table, Fang Buwei hurried up.

"Something?" Zhang Yonghe asked.

"Is that Mr. An?" Fang Buwei didn't seem to care, and pointed to An Qin, who was drinking tea with Situ Meitang.

Zhang Yonghe looked at Fang Buwei in surprise, "Didn't you say that you saw it with Second Master Yu, and you didn't recognize it?" ”

"I just thought he was still in San Francisco!" Fang is not a return.

"Oh!" Zhang Yonghe responded, "I just went and came back, and the mountain lord invited him to watch the ceremony......"

Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

There is no helper around, and he can't even find out the news and keep an eye on it.

"No wonder!" Fang Buwei replied lightly, and asked again, "Miss An is also there?" ”

Zhang Yonghe glanced at Fang Buwei thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "You kid is a drunkard, not in the bar?"

Before eating, Miss An also came to Mr. An, saying that she was infected with a cold, and the mountain owner asked Jin Feng to take her to the inner hall to rest......"

I'll just ......

Fang Buwei really wanted to scold.

He was so windy just now, how could An Zhirong not notice himself?

Maybe he's standing behind some window, secretly looking at himself.

Seeing that Fang Buwei's face was wrong, Zhang Yonghe patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Miss An is a famous family and has been in the United States for many years......"

Halfway through speaking, Zhang Yonghe stopped talking.

It means that Fang Bu is not dead for the sake of being too late.

Fang was not angry and scolded in his heart.

It's too late for Lao Tzu to hide from her.

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