"Neither of them can win the first two." Bai Xuemi said to Uncle Liang firmly.

Shooting, if you can't win Yingtian, then no one wants to win Yingtian.

And Sanda, Mi Yufeng is an apprentice taught by himself, and his current judo kung fu is definitely not false.

"Who does the young lady want to win?" Uncle Liang asked.

Bai Xuemi looked at him sharply-

That's too sensitive, isn't it?

Uncle Liang hurriedly bowed his head and apologized.

"It's okay, why are they dueling?" Bai Xuemi asked.

"Their bet is on whoever loses and who gets out."

"Why fuck off? Where to go? Bai Xuemi asked puzzled.

"Whoever loses is not qualified to confess to you. If Tianshao loses, he rolls up and leaves Yingfu; If Mr. Mi loses, he will drive away from Yingfu by himself, and he has no right to take you away. ”

"Isn't that nonsense?" Bai Xuemi muttered.

Why did they chase the other one away in this way?

Mi Yufeng wants to confess to himself? Confession of what? Join in the fun, right?

Now that they are both friends of their own, they must live in peace and not rise to a hostile position! ——

Sure enough, as Bai Xuemi expected, Mi Yufeng was defeated in shooting.

He thought that he had acted in war movies and learned to shoot, and his shooting was better than that of ordinary people.

As a result, I was dumbfounded when I compared the target.

Yingtian, 10 guns, 10 rings of guns, 10 rings on the target, just one bullet hole.

And himself, 10 shots, only one shot is 10 rings, and it hits the edge of 10 rings, and the rest, compared with him, don't mention it.

"You're cheating!" Mi Yufeng said unconvinced, "You must have only fired one shot!" ”

"You're not convinced, are you? Then I'll lower the level and show you. ”

Yingtian was too lazy to talk to him, put on earmuffs, stood back at the shooting place, and picked up the pistol "pop"

The target was teleported back, and Mi Yufeng looked at it, damn, these 10 shots are all within the 10 rings.

However, in order to show that there was more than one shot, Yingtian shot a flower neatly near the bullet hole in the middle of the shot.

"This flower, Miss Bai once praised, saying that it is more beautiful than the flower she painted." Yingtian said ostentatiously.

Mi Yufeng was uncomfortable when he heard it, not only because he was uncomfortable losing, but also because he was jealous and sour.

When it was Sanda's turn, Mi Yufeng secretly decided:

I'm going to beat you down!

The two went to the ring and put on their helmets.

Yingtian is full of confidence——

Young Master Ben has been practicing boxing since he was ten years old and is considered a lightweight amateur fighter.

Isn't it easy to take down this weak skinny man of yours?

Because Mi Yufeng didn't learn boxing, he changed to sanda.

The rules are:

In addition to not hitting the head and the root of the life, other places are kicked and beaten at will.

A round of three minutes, a total of 6 rounds.

The venue sparring partner will be the referee.

"No, you can't use your people as referees. We are the referees ourselves, and whoever beats the other person to the point of 10 strokes and can't get up is considered to win. Mi Yufeng was afraid that their people would protect Yingtian and suffer a loss when the time came, so he made such a request.

"Okay, I'll convince you!" Yingtian made a shooting gesture with his hand.

This is a sarcasm that he is already a defeated soldier of his own.

Mi Yufeng was annoyed, and directly screamed "ah-" and pounced, and the two scuffled together.

They are not a routine at all.

Yingtian's boxing generally involves keeping a distance and relying on heavy blows from the arm to destroy the opponent's body.

And Mi Yufeng uses judo, and it is best to wrap around the opponent's body like a snake to make the opponent unable to move.

Both of them were not familiar with each other's routines at first, so they each suffered some losses in the first and second rounds.

Mi Yufeng was hammered in the chest.

Yingtian was thrown over the shoulder by Mi Yufeng and hurt his back.

One of them covered his chest and the other rubbed his back, ready to come to the third round.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, they didn't look over, and Uncle Liang walked in with Bai Xuemi.

Now the two of them are energetic, they forget the pain, and desperately start the third round.

For Mi Yufeng, Bai Xuemi is not only his antidote pill, but also his stimulant.

He rushed to Yingtian, as if he was wearing body armor, and Yingtian's fists did not work against him.

He finally grabbed Yingtian's waist from behind, pushed it against his knee socket, and pressed him to the ground.

The prey that has been put down, no matter how ferocious, is in the hands of someone who knows judo, then don't think about getting up again.

The more anxious Yingtian became, the tighter his hands and feet were entangled by Mi Yufeng, and his fists couldn't be used at all.

"12" Mi Yufeng began to pant and count.

A smile appeared on the corner of Bai Xuemi's mouth, and she said to Uncle Liang: "Don't look at it, Mr. Mi will definitely win." ”

As soon as she walked out of the hall, she heard Mi Yufeng shouting excitedly: "I won—"

It's like giving her good news.