"That'...... How much do you want? "Philip Mexes has a black line, how do he think that the European footballer and the only pianist in football is not a person who is short of money, no matter how he looks at Zhuo Yang, he is not like a money fan who gets into the eye of money, but how can he open his mouth and close his mouth is money.

"One hundred thousand! Fixed price. I spent 100,000 yuan in tuition to learn these wrestling methods, and if I don't let me suffer a big loss, I may not be able to beat you, so you have to pay me a temporary buyout fee of 100,000 euros. "Zhuo Yang is not short of money, but he has no enmity with money. There's nothing to trade Mex, so you can't let him go in the game, right?

"Okay! You send the account to my phone later, and I'll call you when the game is over. "100,000 is not too much for Mex, and he thinks 100,000 is worth it compared to a fist victory. The third time he pulled off the fight, Mex's 'let's fight' pounced in front of Zhuo Yang's eyes.

"Wait!"

This time, the brakes almost missed Mex's waist. "How are you ......?"

'Smack! Syllable! Zhuo Yang's lightning shot was two slaps, and then he stepped back and pulled away a little distance. "Alright, come on."

Mex's anger rushed straight to the Heavenly Spirit Gai, 'Ah-' and rushed closer with a shout, stabbing with his right fist, hooking with his left fist, reaching out his shoulders and leading his arms and waist and horses together, and the momentum was quite fierce.

Turning his head to dodge a straight punch, pressing his elbow against the incoming hard hook, Zhuo Yang used his left arm to push away Mexes, and he also used his strength to slide in reverse, and the two regained their distance.

Nothing has changed, Mex's punches and kicks are still his punching and kicking routines, and the habitual connection movements that he has developed over the years are difficult to change. It's just that this time, compared with the last time, the move is more determined and broken. Zhuo Yang also only took a defensive position at the beginning, blocking and dodging, and there was this benefit when the fist road was seen clearly, if Zhuo Yang's advantage was 10 points last time, then there were 20 points at one time.

Mex's routine is very smooth, Zhuo Yang's defense is smoother, and the oil seller adds a copper coin to the gourd's mouth to pour oil.

Mex's onslaught, Zhuo Yang skillfully defended, straight fist side leg elbow, hanging arm and leg iron deadbolt. Zhuo Yang couldn't believe Mex, and of course Mex's couldn't believe what Zhuo Yang said. Zhuo Yang said that if he didn't fall, he really wouldn't fall? If you really want to suddenly burst out and throw you in the face of blood, who will Mexs go to reason?

While Mex's onslaught, he kept a cautious eye on Zhuo Yang's hand, for fear that he would use those tricks to grab the lock again, because those were the harbingers of the wrestling. As long as Zhuo Yang shook his fingers, Mex, like a frightened bird, quickly lowered his center of gravity and stabilized the plate.

Mex's left hook was carried by the wind, but it was abruptly stopped halfway by Zhuo Yang's arm block, and suddenly the gold wire wrapped around his wrist and grabbed his wrist, and the anti-joint seemed to be twisted. Mex's was shocked, and then he didn't discuss it, and hurriedly walked to free himself, focusing on the battle for his left arm. Suddenly—

‘Biang！！ ’

The right side of Mex's skull was struck by something, and he suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy, and his body was flat with 'Bia! He fell to the ground.

Philip Mex lay on the soft cushion and didn't know what was going on, he couldn't tell the direction, and finally his eyes focused on finding the person standing, Zhuo Yang was rubbing small steps on the side, and wiped it under his nose with his thumb, and his arrogant appearance was very annoying.

With a sly and contemptuous smile, Zhuo Yang played Bruce Lee's little detours. Lift your left leg and run your fingers against the upper of your shoe.

Zhuo Yang deliberately wore a pair of lightweight sneakers with soft soles and soft surfaces today, and people who practice taekwondo call these shoes 'Taoist shoes'. Not only that, Zhuo Yang also tied ankle pads and arch bandages to his feet.

Before coming, Zhuo Yang had thought about playing with his legs today, and it was boring to abuse vegetables with the wrestling method, just now he was a surprise near-height whip leg that knocked Mexes to the ground.

Mexes rubbed his head and stood up, maybe he still didn't know what was going on, but the fight was going to go on. Mexes is a defender on the pitch, but always a passionate attacker on the pitch. roared angrily and let out a strange scream in his mouth, and after stepping forward, he kicked Zhuo Yang directly, who didn't seem to be able to kick his legs?

Zhuo Yang suddenly stepped forward, bent over and turned to perform a backswing kick.

‘Biang！！ ’

‘Bia！ ’

Max was kicked in the head again, and the onion fell to the ground in mid-air. After a lifetime of haggardness, only a few evenings, he finally knew what had happened to him, and a deep sense of powerlessness hit him, and Mex's was only desolate at the moment.

"Get up, don't pretend to be a dead dog, or I'll fall you to death!"

There is no way, you must not be scared to death to be killed, and Mex's pace is disordered like a drunk. For the next few minutes, Zhuo Yang didn't kick him in the head again, but the rest of his body was kicked to his heart's content. Max was kicked down again and again, what sweeping legs, chain legs, swallow pokes, shadowless feet, side kicks, hook kicks, straight kicks, and roundabout drapes, it was completely a complete set of kicks.

Now in various ring fighting competitions, it is very common to have high legs such as high whip legs, split hanging legs, and even roundhouse kicks, because the protective measures are comprehensive in the game, and chasing is not allowed after falling to the ground, and for the sake of ornamentation, the rules encourage high legs, and high legs hitting the opponent's head will add two points.

In traditional Chinese martial arts, it is important to kick the waist too much, because the leg is too high and easy to be copied by the opponent. But that refers to the duel between two masters of equal strength, today Mexes was caught off guard and was kicked dizzy, his head was not clear, his reaction and flexibility naturally dropped a lot, the door was wide open in the moves, plus his boxing path had been touched by Zhuo Yang, if he didn't kick him, Zhuo Yang was simply sorry for himself and those ancestors of the southern fist and the northern legs.

Ordinary people can take advantage of a little kick in a street fight, especially when a small person faces a tall and strong person, using his legs is the only chance to win.

A few minutes passed, and like last time, Mex collapsed on the mat and was only panting heavily, and the bones in his body hurt as if he had been kicked apart, and he didn't need to lift his clothes to see it, and his body was definitely bruised everywhere.

Seeing that Mex's didn't get up anymore, Zhuo Yang could only give up, kicking was also a manual work, and he felt a little tired at this time, although he hadn't completely kicked it yet.

"When you leave, lock the door for others, and remember to give me 100,000 yuan." Putting on his coat, scarf and sunglasses, Zhuo Yang said to Mex, who was lying on the ground.

Mex's empty eyes looked at the ceiling, cold, miserable, and miserable, it was another sad night.

Seeing that he had lost the mood to answer, Zhuo Yang didn't wait any longer, opened the door and sneaked a look, and saw that it was still empty outside, so he hurriedly walked out.

Maldini is guarding him like a thief, but he can't be discovered!

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