Yang Kexing walked out of the tomb and came to the tomb. Feng Lao Nong had already taken out all the guys on his body and threw them to the ground. Seeing this, Yang Kexing also took out the guy on his body and threw it to the ground. It seems that the two of them really understand the rules of this heads-up.

The two of them stood opposite each other, and the distance was only five or six meters away. I stood at the edge of the intersection of the tomb, and Wu Feifei stood four or five meters behind the old farmer. The old farmer didn't say a word, and stepped forward quickly, using the inertia of his body's running to kick Yang Kexing sideways.

Seeing that he was about to kick Yang Kexing, he saw Yang Kexing twist his waist lightly and flash half of his body. The old farmer kicked into the air all of a sudden, but due to inertia, his body was still rushing forward. At this time, Yang Kexing lowered his left hand, passed his arm under Feng Lao Nong's leg, and while his left hand was around Feng Lao Nong's right leg, his right hand was raised and pressed against Feng Lao Nong's neck. While leaning forward, his right foot was pinned to Feng Lao Nong's left foot. I saw that Yang Kexing used a little force, and Feng Laonong's whole person was thrown into the mud. Yang Kexing's set of actions was used to it, and it actually took a second or two.

I can't care about applauding Yang Kexing, not to mention that it is my cousin who is being beaten now, and all I can do now is to keep my mouth shut and make plans when they are tired.

At the moment when Feng Lao Nong fell to the ground, Yang Kexing stepped forward and kicked Lao Nong in the stomach with his right foot. I suddenly felt nervous, and I was about to sweat for the old farmer. I didn't expect Feng Laonong's pig-like figure to be so flexible. I saw that Feng Lao Nong rolled on the spot and rolled out five meters away, so panicked that Wu Feifei hurriedly retreated to the back, giving the old farmer a flash.

Yang Ke was unrelenting, and kicked forward while Feng Lao Nong was rolling. But it was easily avoided by the old farmer. It's too late, it's too soon. In the blink of an eye, Yang Kexing had already run to Old Farmer Feng, and stretched out his leg to kick Old Farmer.

The old farmer was not rolling and dodging, but slammed his hands on the ground, twisted his fat waist at the same time, raised his right foot to avoid Yang Kexing's kick, and smashed his right foot heavily on Yang Kexing's stomach. Yang Kexing received this blow, took two steps back, covered his stomach, and took a deep breath. Obviously, Feng Laonong's foot is not light.

Just when Yang Kexing took two steps back, the old farmer's right foot landed at the same time. His fat waist turned, and he stood up with a hey. Then a punch slammed into Yang Kexing's face. Yang Kexing saw Feng Laonong's fist beckoning towards his face, and it was too late to retreat at this time. I had to tilt my head back and raise my right arm to protect my face.

Feng Laonong's punch smashed on Yang Kexing's right arm impartially. Hit by the heavy punch, Yang Kexing's head leaned back even more, but Yang Kexing's blood-stained mouth was undoubtedly exposed. Of course, Feng Laonong, a practitioner, would not let go of this opportunity, and with a downpercut with his left hand, he took it towards Yang Kexing's chin.

Yang Kexing didn't know if it was out of instinct, or if he had that actual combat experience. Hurriedly pushed his back head forward. While pushing forward, the right arm naturally droops down to the chest as the head falls. And Feng Laonong's punch just passed through his right arm. Then it smashed into Yang Kexing's lips.

Due to the drooping of his right arm, the strength of Feng Laonong's hook was greatly weakened. But when Yang Kexing raised his head, I saw that his mouth was full of blood, and it was estimated that his teeth had been knocked out.

Yang Kexing waved his hand at Feng Lao Nong and signaled to stop. Then he wiped his mouth with his hand, and his hands were immediately stained red. Yang Kexing spat a few mouthfuls of bloody foam on the ground. I hurriedly turned on my flashlight to look, but found that there was only blood and water, and there were no missing teeth. In addition, there is another small detail that I noticed, the dark red tomb bricks did not turn cyan, but became more red.

At this time, Feng Lao Nong was scolding with his nonsense on the side. When Yang Kexing heard this, he raised his fist and rushed forward, but when he rushed to Feng Laonong's side, he stopped suddenly.