Chapter 135: If you want to fight, fight with me

Song Shiye knew whether he heard it or not, so he just waved his fist and hit the strong man in fright.

Although every punch contained Bu Xiaohong's strength, Nai Song's punch was extremely chaotic and unorganized, and as a result, it was all deftly avoided by the strong man on the opposite side.

Therefore, although Song Shi was busy for a long time and sweated, in the end, he didn't take advantage of it at all, but was surrounded by a circle of people on the other side and laughed for a long time.

Even if you still understand the gap between the two sides, you should know that you have beaten others, and your knowledge will be in vain.

But Song Shi is a dead eye, a punch in the cloth, a punch, until the hit.

Uncle Liu was anxious but had no way, while the other party had a way but was in a hurry, seeing a stupid boy being amused by the strong man, but he just watched the excitement with cold eyes.

The two of them fought and hid like this, and they were entangled for a long time.

Although the strong man was just dodging and had not made a move, he was scared for a long time, and he felt a little tired, and his dodging movements gradually slowed down and scared.

But Song Shi seemed to be tired, and his fist speed did not weaken at all.

After a while, the strong man probably didn't feel bored, and he wanted to subdue Song Shi, so he began to take the initiative.

Song Shi was already very clumsy, so after the other party made a move, Shaobu suffered a little.

Bu Guo also relied on his brute strength, and repeatedly broke free from the shackles of the strong man.

The strong man saw that he had been able to get his hands on it repeatedly, and he became anxious.

It's like, Ben Yi can trample on the ant with one foot, but he stomped several times, and the ant was still safe and sound, but he was tired and tired.

Knowing that this was a way to scare him, the strong man began to look for an opportunity, thinking of giving Song Shi a trick to win.

Finally, after Song Shi was kicked in the leg, his body was stable, and he was about to be scared sideways, and the strong man also gave the other party a chance, aimed at Song Shiyang's chest, and kicked it again with all his strength.

"Bang!" Song Shi was so frightened that he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

And the strong man was even more happy when he knew that this kick had worked, and he didn't wait for laughter before he could laugh, and his face instantly changed color.

Because at the moment when Song Shi fell to the ground and was frightened, the strong man suddenly felt that he was stable again, and his whole body was also frightened.

Only then did everyone see that after Song Shi was kicked, he hugged the other party and kicked him over, so when he fell to the ground, he also scared the strong man.

The side originally watched the excitement, but saw that his own people had suffered losses, and stepped forward one after another, but before he could make a move, he saw a burly middle-aged man coming out of the tea stall and the house.

The middle-aged man's eyes swept over, and everyone stood in place, daring to move.

And the strong man on the ground also saw the man coming out of the house, only to feel that Bu Miao, although lying on the ground, but also Bu dared to be idle, and kicked a few feet at Song Shi, wanting to pull his feet out.

But who knows, no matter how he kicks himself, Song Shi is holding Buken and letting go.

Only then did the strong man realize that he had encountered a difficult master, and it was not until he really pedaled that he chose to give up.

And Song Shi had already been tossed so that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was kicked a few times later, so he directly endured it and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Xiao Shi ......", next to Uncle Liu, choked up in pain.

Song Shi probably heard Liu Boyang's voice, and then remembered something, and suddenly sat up from the ground and pulled the strong man in front of him.

"Let you bully Uncle Liu!"

Song Shi glared at the man on the ground viciously, and waved his fist again.

Only spread his fist and was about to fall into fright, but he was grabbed by a middle-aged man who came out of the house.

"If you want to fight, fight with me." The middle-aged man said lightly.

Song Shitou also raised his head, "Whoever bullies Uncle Liu, I will fight with whom!" ”

"I'm his boss."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he let go of Song Shiyang's fist, took a step back, and then looked at Song Shi quietly.

When Song Shi heard this, he raised his head and glanced at the man, "Did you let him bully Liu Boyang?" ”

"If you win the battle against me, you will let go of your Liubo." The middle-aged man put his right hand behind his back and only stretched out his left hand forward, "Come on, I'll let you have a hand." ”

Seeing this, Song Shi threw the foot in his arms to the side, and then Teng Yang stood up. come

Ye Buduo thought about it, and directly clenched his fists and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

Everyone only saw that Song Shi's punch was even faster than before, but the middle-aged man's face changed, and he seemed to be afraid at all, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging.

The fist was in front of him, and then he flipped his palm over and met it straight up.

Song Shiyang's fist was wrapped in the second time, and then he felt that his whole arm was suddenly frightened, numb and painful, and half of his body was almost stable.

When he looked up at the man opposite, he looked as if nothing had happened, and his feet were more like they were stuck in the ground.

"Enough strength, here." The middle-aged man let go of his hand, and his face did not change.

Song Shi punched the cloth, and he had already gathered a breath, and he withdrew his hand, and he also took care of the pain on the cloth, and then punched again.

Unexpectedly, this punch was still firmly caught by the middle-aged man.

"Cloth enough, here." The middle-aged man shook his head, as if it was all over.

Song Shi took a few steps back, shook his arm that was a little numb, and then rushed towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man still spread out his palms and waited in place.

This time, when he clenched his fist, the middle-aged man's waist shook obviously.

"That's a little bit of a look, here." The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth were slightly hooked.

And then another punch......

Song Shi became more and more courageous, and his fists became more and more aggressive.

And the middle-aged man's feet also retreated little by little, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger and stronger.

So, when Song Xinyi and his door arrived, they saw this strange scene:

Song Shi struck punch after punch, and the middle-aged man shook it one punch after another, and then loosened it, holding it......

The two of them were surrounded by a group of people in black who were watching the excitement, and there was a carriage and three or five horses parked in the distance of the men in black.

"You can change the position to play, the cloth must hit my hand, the shoulder is enough cloth, and you can also aim at my waist and abdomen, where you think it is easy to fight."

The middle-aged man loosened Song Shi at one time.

Song Shi was still thinking about how to hit the middle-aged man opposite, but now when he heard the other party mention something, he suddenly realized.

He stepped back again, then carefully looked at the frightened middle-aged man, and then rushed over with his fist again.

"The child is rude, he collided with this adult, and please raise your noble hand!"

Song Zhi looked at his son with a blue nose and swollen face, and knew that his son was an opponent of others, so he hurriedly shook at the middle-aged man.

In fact, the middle-aged man had already caught a glimpse of a few people who rushed to him, and he only had to mention his interest except for the stupid boy opposite.

It wasn't until he heard someone say that the silly boy was his son that he turned his head and looked at it.

And Song Shi didn't notice that his father and sister were coming, so he just rushed forward excitedly.

Everyone saw that the fist was getting closer and closer, and it was about to hit the middle-aged man's side face, and Bu Ban exclaimed, "Adult, little advice!" ”

But for a moment of fright, Song Shi suddenly stopped being scared.

The middle-aged man didn't expect that the stupid boy on the other side would suddenly give up punching at such a good time.

After all, he had clearly felt the fist wind next to his side face, and he knew that the fist was close at hand. If he dodge, he would probably get a hard punch in the face.

Of course, with his skills, it's easy to dodge.

"What's the stop? You know, if you scare this punch, it's very likely that you'll win. ”

The middle-aged man turned his face and faced the fist that was only a fraction of a millimeter away, without the slightest fear.

"You're not ready, if you win, you'll count."

The middle-aged man was supposed to be, Song Shi was frightened because he heard his father's voice, but he didn't expect that when he heard Yang answer like this, Bu Ban was a little surprised.

"At a young age, he can understand that taking advantage of people's danger is what a gentleman does, making mistakes, making mistakes."

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction.