In the Iron Fist Fight Club in Harbin, Wang Pengyu and several teammates were also watching the live broadcast of Xiang Ying. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He didn't delay a day, and even if he had something, he would take the time to watch the replay.

"Pengyu! You should be familiar with Xiang Yingxing! You seem to have competed in some kind of Korean team fighting tournament together. A young man who looked a little smaller in front of Wang Pengyu asked.

"I knew each other very well at the time, but I haven't been in touch for a long time, and my original mobile phone number can't be reached. Alas! Don't worry about it, now that people are big and small, they are considered celebrities, who knows if he still remembers me as a little person. Wang Pengyu said self-deprecatingly.

"Pengyu! You just have a bad temper, and if you give the club a soft suit, you won't be unable to play for a year. The young man said.

"Serve a wool, I'm going to take it early, anyway, there is still one month before the contract expires, and then the labor and management will flash people." Wang Pengyu spat and foamed at the mouth.

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At the gate of Zhengzhou Beacon International Fight Club, Puyang Wu said indignantly to a middle-aged man with a burly figure, a Chinese face, and a majestic expression: "Master! You're just leaving, and they're too much. ”

This middle-aged man is Duan Rong, the master of Puyang Wu, due to the reorganization of the club's high-level management, the original general manager of the club resigned, so the so-called irons as the former general manager were naturally purged, and this is the scene at the door.

Duan Rong looked at the most proud disciple with an indifferent face, and said, "Just leave, what's so angry, are you afraid that the master will not have anything to eat?" ”

"Master, you know I didn't mean that." Puyang Wu saw that Duan Rong was still joking, so he said anxiously.

"That's it! I know what you mean, but what's the point of forcibly staying? Besides, after all these years of hard work, it's time for me to take a good rest. Okay, I'm leaving, do I have to rush back to watch Xiang Yingxing's live broadcast? Duan Rong said with a smile.

Puyang Wu smiled bitterly when he heard this, and said: "You are gone, I will leave too, anyway, the contract is almost expiring, and it will be over if I don't renew it then." Walk! I'll go with you to watch that kid's live broadcast, grandma's mobile phone number is changed without notifying, and when you have the opportunity to meet him, you must beat him up. ”

"Just you! and beat him, I think it's almost as good as him beating you. Alas, you are in charge of your own affairs, and you decide whether to renew the contract or not. Let's go! After Duan Rong finished speaking, he strode out of the Beacon International Fight Club with Puyang Wu.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, it's 7:30 p.m. and the hero has finally started his last set of training. It's terrible, whenever we think he can't hold on, he still insists, his physical strength has been completely overdrawn, and he doesn't know how much sweat has flowed, and now Coach Dong They have begun to persuade the hero to give up, but the hero doesn't agree, and even Dr. Fang Yi's examination was rejected by the hero. I don't know how to express my feelings at the moment now, and I believe that the viewers who have been watching the live broadcast are now in the mood of a glance with me. I think that any language is pale in the face of the hero's insistence now, so let's silently watch the miracle happen! After sharing her feelings with the online audience, Liu Yun turned the camera to Xiang Yingxing.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Xiang Ying, who was wearing "golden armor", struggled to raise the golden sledgehammer in his hand and smashed it into the black tires, but the frequency was much slower than the previous groups. But his movements are still so standard stretched, and his legs are still so strong and powerful to nail to the ground.

Every swing of his hammer would spill a little sweat with a colorful glow, and the ground around the tire was already wet.

Every time he swung the hammer, he let out a heavy muffled snort, which was intertwined with the "bang" sound of the sledgehammer hitting the tire, playing a movement that belonged to the hero, and moved everyone present.

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At 10:20 p.m., on the brightly lit training ground, only a lone figure was struggling to move forward with a tow rope on his back and a huge tire.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Xiang Yingying's trembling legs stepped on the hard ground again and again, although Xiang Yingying's body shook with each step forward, but each time he stabilized his body that might fall at any time.

Xiang Hero tried his best to adjust his breathing, but his lungs, which were about to explode, still made him feel suffocated.

The sweat all over his body surged out of his body like crazy, and a long trail of water behind him showed his hardships along the way.

Xiang Yingying kept waving his hand to wipe the sweat on his face, but his eyes were still irritated by sweat, and even his sneakers seemed to be filled with water, and every step he stepped on, there would be a "chirping" sound.

Xiang Yingying frowned, bent down and took off his two wet sneakers and socks, threw them aside, and stood barefoot on the hard concrete floor.

He looked up at the finish line just 300 meters away, subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked the beads of sweat on his lips, and was surprised to find that it was as light as a few drops of water.

"Interesting!" Xiang Yingying muttered in a low voice, buried his head and continued to move forward.

At this time, Xiang Yingying was competing with himself, and he had persisted for so long, he must perfectly complete this perverted training to the extreme.

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Ten minutes later, Xiang Yingying felt that the tow rope on his shoulder, which was less than a kilogram, was as heavy as a mountain, and his eyes were also black for a while, and the road under his feet seemed to be soft, and he stepped on it softly, but every time he lifted his feet, it weighed more than a thousand catties.

At this moment, Xiang Hero knew that the limit of his limit had been reached, and the distance of thirty meters in front of him was like a chasm, blocking between him and the finish line.

Unwilling! Extremely unwilling! Suddenly, Xiang Yingying suddenly raised his right fist and hammered it heavily on his nose.

With a "bang", tears flowed and blood burst out, and with this ferocious punch, Xiang Yingying suddenly felt that his body actually had a trace of strength.

"Hahaha!" In the midst of wild laughter, Xiang Yingying stepped forward like crazy and rushed towards the finish line.

At this moment, the people who stayed at the scene, no one spoke, no one communicated, they all stared at the figure with a bloody face, laughing madly and running towards the finish line.

Like Shao Bin, Lu Han and Chen Lei, who were leaning limply on the side of the tire, the three of them stared intently at the figure approaching the finish line, their eyes full of shock. It took half a life to barely complete the three sets, and they can best understand the difficulty of this perverted training, but it was this madman who actually used self-harm to stimulate the potential of his body at the last moment and completed the impossible task.

Dong Wenxiu's coaching staff looked at this scene movingly, and for the first time felt the almost paranoid persistence of the hero.

The initiators, Cory, Mitte and Boris, watched this scene excitedly, and once again felt the extreme madness that belonged to the hero.

Tang Mu and the entrepreneurs who stayed behind watched this scene dumbfounded, and for the first time felt the arrogance and domineering that belonged to the heroes.

Song Ming's team watched this scene in shock, and for the first time felt the peerless glory that belonged to the hero.

Qu Zi Mo Mei looked at this scene with tears in her eyes, and once again appreciated the perseverance of the hero.

More than one million viewers in the live broadcast room watched this scene excitedly, and once again felt the pride of belonging to the Chinese, who firmly believed that such a hero was invincible, and he would one day be invincible and glorious in the international arena.