The moment before Yan Yiding held Bai Mo's hand, Yan Hua pursed his lips and told Bai Mo that he wanted to change himself, but Bai Mo refused.

Then he pursed the corners of his mouth again, and did not speak again.

Yan Yiding happily threw his arms to prepare, and was easily suppressed by Bai Mo in the inverted color of the blue flowers, and was fixed on the edge of losing but not losing.

"Ah, I don't have the strength." Bai Mo's hand did not move at all, but the mouth did not open painfully.

Yan Yiding on the other side didn't have such good luck, he felt like he was wrestling his wrist with a machine, obviously feeling that the other party didn't use much strength, but he just couldn't move, his arm was twisted into a strange angle, and even his body was twisted unconsciously, and the beads of sweat on his head fell down without money.

It's weird.

But the person on the other side also put on a full expression of under-beating, what is the lack of strength, is it because he has no strength!

"Oops, lost, lost." Bai Mo let go of his hand, shook his arm tiredly, and immediately someone beat her.

Yan Yiding: ???

Why should I suffer such an insult? Or self-inflicted humiliation!

Yan Yiding clutched his chest, and his sadness flowed backwards.

Lan Duo patted him on the shoulder gloatingly, and laughed twice: "Accept your fate, there is nothing bad about logistics." ”

The time was spent in a few noisy people, and soon it was time to open.

The design of the boxing ring is like a covered ancient Roman gladiatorial arena, with a circular competition area in the center, and the surrounding stands are raised row by row to ensure that every spectator can see the game without obstacles.

At this time, this boxing arena, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, is full of people, and it is so lively and noisy that it seems to lift the roof.

A man wearing a Tai Chi suit appeared in the center of the arena, the pure white Tai Chi suit with gold silk set off him tall and handsome, and the exquisite placket buckle dyed his profound Western facial features with the style of China.

Bai Mo realized two points:

One, this is an era when Tai Chi clothes can replace suits.

Second, the appearance of this world is generally high.

The man first warmed up the field, and then introduced the two people who were going to challenge today, and then invited the players to enter.

As his voice fell, a lifting platform slowly rose at each end of the playing area, on which stood two contrasting people.

A slender and slender person, even if she wears a mask, you can see that she looks extraordinary.

The other was tall and strong, with muscles that seemed to burst his clothes, and his arms looked thicker than his opponent's waist.

"Oh my God, although I was mentally prepared, the contrast between these two people standing together is too strong!" Lan Duo covered her mouth and exclaimed.

There was a commotion around, and it was clear that there were not a few people who thought the same way as her.

"Yuntian may not even be able to reach him......" Yan Yiding looked at the two people on the stage and muttered in a low voice.

Bai Mo thought about it when he heard his words, and it was rare to have some agreement, Guo Sen was more than two meters tall, with long hands and long feet, if he intentionally obstructed it, Yuntian was really not good at getting close.

But......

Bai Mo's inquiring gaze fell on the slender figure on the competition field, winning ten battles and ten victories, directly challenging the boxing champion, this configuration is either the protagonist or a powerful stepping stone for the protagonist.

What kind of category does she belong to?

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