"Ah Fei, what's the situation? How did a combination of punches go down, and the iron fist fell, when did he become so vulnerable. ”

"You ask me, who do I ask. ”

For Gillian's question, Ah Fei didn't have the heart to answer at all, because the moment Iron Fist fell to the ground, it meant that his year's salary was gone.

"Get up!"

"Iron Fist!

"Iron Fist!

"Iron Fist!"

......

At this moment, most of the spectators in the stands were shouting and roaring at the iron fist, and their eyes seemed to tear the iron fist apart.

Of course, there is still a small part of the fighting spirits who are stealing fun, because they bet that Luo Feng can win.

"Won... Win!"

"Yay, my lord won!"

At this moment, the cripple and Ashin are the happiest, and at the same time, they are also the only two fighting spirits in the audience who dare to blatantly clap their hands in celebration.

Through this battle, the cripple has a certain understanding of Luo Feng's fighting ability, perseverance, and boxing potential, and he sees hope in Luo Feng, and he feels that Luo Feng will definitely be able to help him complete his unfinished dream.

At this time, it may be that they knew that Iron Fist could no longer wake up, and those viewers who lost red eyes began to fall to Luo Feng.

"Soul hunter!

"Soul Hunter!

"Spirit hunter, what are you waiting for! Kill him!"

......

The fighting spirit in the stands kept encouraging Luo Feng to kill the iron fist, which may be the alternative love and hatred.

Luo Feng ignored the agitation around him, in his eyes, boxing and fighting was a kind of competition, not a life-and-death duel, and at the same time, he was not a person who loved to kill, so he would not trample on the life of Iron Fist.

"Isn't it over yet?" Luo Feng looked at the referee on the side and urged.

At this moment, Luo Feng, who was in pain all over his body, was anxious to see a doctor and rest, the boxing arena was too noisy, and he didn't want to stay any longer.

The referee didn't expect Luo Feng to let go of the Iron Fist so easily, so he had to knock the Iron Fist a stroke and let his entourage throw some soul coins in and buy the life of the Iron Fist.

Seeing that Luo Feng didn't plan to rip off the bamboo, the referee instantly felt that Luo Feng was stupid, but he didn't say anything.

"The Soul Hunter wins!"

As the referee's verdict sounded, the duel between Luo Feng and Iron Fist ended.

......

In the boxing arena, Luo Feng walked into the lounge with the support of the cripple and Ashin.

At this time, in the lounge, a handsome fighting spirit dressed in white had been waiting here for a long time, and he was Lu Shan.

"Congratulations, first win. Seeing Luo Feng walk in, Lu Shan said with a smile.

"You're not here just to say hello to me, are you?"

Lu Shan's gentle and warm smile made Luo Feng very annoying, plus he was injured and in urgent need of treatment, he really didn't want to talk nonsense with Lu Shan.

"Of course, that's your prize money for today's game. Lu Shan smiled, took out a bag of soul coins, and handed it to Luo Feng.

Although Luo Feng's attitude was not very friendly, Lu Shan's smile did not have a trace of waves, and he didn't seem to hear Luo Feng's dislike for him at all, or pretended not to hear it.

At Luo Feng's signal, the lame man took the money bag from Lu Shan's hand.

"You are Luo Feng's coach?" Lu Shan looked at the cripple and smiled.

Before this, Lu Shan had also seen the cripple, but at that time, he didn't take the cripple in his eyes at all, because the cripple was a fighting spirit without cultivation, and he was still a cripple.

However, at this moment, Lu Shan paid some attention to the lame, because he guessed that the lock technique used by Luo Feng must have been taught to Luo Feng by the lame.

Thinking of this, Lu Shan was very curious about the identity of the lame, a disabled fighting soul like a cripple who had no cultivation was definitely the lowest fighting soul in the soul world, how could he be proficient in lock skills, it was very strange.

Under Lu Shan's gaze, the cripple did not answer, and at the same time, his eyes seemed to be deliberately avoiding Lu Shan.

"Why do I think you're so familiar? Where have we met?"

Looking at the thin face of the crippled man, Lu Shan faintly had an illusion, he seemed to have seen the cripple somewhere, but he couldn't remember anything.

"I used to be a manure hauler, and adults may have met me on the street, so I thought it was familiar. The cripple bowed his head and explained.

"Drag... Dung truck?!"

Thinking of the word 'dung truck', Lu Shan's face couldn't help showing disgust, and at the same time, his body couldn't help but take two small steps back, and pulled away from the lame man for a while.

"That's not right? You're a manure truck... How do you know how to lock the technique?"

Lu Shan's mind was extremely meticulous, although the word 'dung truck' disturbed his state of mind, but his clear logical thinking immediately detected contradictions.

"It's like this... I usually like boxing, but I don't have the money to watch the game, so I often take the opportunity to go to the gym to dig out feces and peek at the coach training boxers. Under Lu Shan's gaze, the cripple sighed and explained.

"I see..."

Although the lame man was a little frustrated when he spoke, the logic made sense, and Lu Shan didn't suspect anything. Besides, the fighting spirit in Crit City, when facing him, nine times out of ten, he will not speak well because of nervousness, which is normal, after all, his identity and status are there.

"Lu Shan, if there is nothing else, don't hinder me from finding a doctor. ”

Luo Feng's swollen and aching body urgently needed to be treated by a doctor, so how could he have the leisure to chat with Lu Shan.

"This... There's something I want to ask you. Speaking of this, Lu Shan's expression seemed to be a little hesitant, if it weren't for Luo Feng's urging, he might have been inking for a long time.

"Can you stop being so inky? Don't you see I'm hurt? I don't know if I'm in a hurry to get a doctor?"

At this moment, if it weren't for Lu Shan being the young city lord of Crit City, if it weren't for Luo Feng not being able to beat Lu Shan, Luo Feng would probably have slashed Lu Shan with one sword.

"That's... Since you're a summer friend, do you know what you like to do in the summer besides shopping?"

In the past, Lu Shan accompanied the summer, from the east of the city to the west of the city, from the south of the city to the north of the city, from the crit city to other cities, so to speak, within a radius of 100 kilometers, there is no shop owner who does not know the shopaholic summer.

Of course, all the expenses for summer shopping came from Lu Shan, after all, Lu Shan invited her to go shopping.

Previously, in order to reduce expenses, Lu Shan had invited him to visit the scenic spot in the summer and visit his house as a guest, but in the summer, he refused all other activities except shopping.

The consumption in the summer was already a little unbearable for Lu Shan, but he didn't want to give up the relationship he had just established with Xia, so he could only seek Luo Feng's help.

"Won't you ask her what she likes?"

"If she would tell me, I wouldn't bother you. ”