There were only three people on the high platform, two boxers and one referee.

The fight was fought between a tall Caucasians of the Western race and a diminutive African imp, and it was clearly a free-for-all battle with the goal of victory.

In free fighting, there is no such thing as bullying the weak, but anyone who dares to come to power is a person with certain means, as long as he knocks down the opponent or makes the opponent admit defeat, he is considered to have won.

This Western man is almost naked/naked except for the lower body, the muscles of the whole body are unusually convex, but he is not arrogant and clumsy, and every muscle and bone is perfectly matched, as if it has been carefully calculated by the most demanding mathematicians.

Contrary to this Western man, the African imp opposite him was thin and weak, like a skinny and skinny who had been hungry for more than ten days and had not eaten, which was simply weak, making people wonder if the Western man's punch would break his bones apart.

"If you still want to bet, if you want to bet, hurry up, the game is about to start, and you can't play it again after the game starts." Not far from the bottom of the high platform, a man with a microphone shouted, apparently the person in charge of the place.

"Lin Meier, is it possible to bet on the game in the stands here"?

"Yes, this principle is the same as gambling, if you press it right, you will win money, and if you press it wrong, you will lose money. Lin Meier explained.

"Well, this is interesting, let's go and have fun." Ye Ling walked towards the bet.

"Judge, what are the odds this time?" Lin Meier seems to have come to play before.

Hearing Lin Mei'er ask this, Ye Ling laughed at the time, this nickname is quite connotative, and he said sarcastically.

"The odds of the black dealer are 1 to 10, and the odds of the Westerner dealer are 10 to 1, how much does the lady have to play. "It's called the humanity of judges.

"Then I'll put a thousand on that white man, and I'll play with it."

Lin Meier took out a small stack of banknotes from her purse, and bought the white boxer to win, although she won less, but at least she made a sure profit, in Lin Meier's opinion, it was absolutely impossible for that short black African to be the opponent of the Western man.

"Don't press that white man, if you want to press that little African, I guarantee you win!" When Lin Meier was about to place a bet, Ye Ling next to her suggested.

Others can't see the difference between this Western man and the little African black, but Ye Ling can still see it.

Although people in the West can easily punch the little black man to death, it must also be on the premise that it can be hit, if it can't be hit, isn't it just a waste of effort to hit mosquitoes with anti-aircraft guns.

Although the little black man does not seem to have an advantage on the outside, he is absolutely agile in his actions, and if he attacks the white Westerners, the white Westerners will not be able to dodge at all, and the little black people seem to have practiced some special exercises, which will cause the body to be as weak as skin and bones.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you, just press the little black man. Lin Meier hesitated for a while, and finally followed Ye Ling's advice and put a thousand yuan on the little black man.

After Lin Meier placed a good bet, she returned to her seat with Ye Ling.

"Bell"!

The referee on the high platform shook the bell in his hand, and the boxing match began, and Ye Ling's eyes shifted to the little black man on the stage.

I saw that the bones on the little black man's body were attached to the surface of the body, full of the smell of steel and metal, and every movement of this would make a clicking sound, making people feel that this was a metal machine.

"It seems that the little black African man is practicing bone forging, but unfortunately he obviously didn't practice it at home, otherwise he wouldn't have made a metallic sound." Ye Ling was thoughtful.

Ye Ling now has a lot of ancient martial arts in his hands, including an ancient martial art called Yi Jin Jing, bone forging is a famous move in Yi Jin Jing, but unfortunately Ye Ling is limited by his body, he can only comprehend, and he can't practice at all.

Seeing the skinny body of the little African black man on the stage, Ye Ling knew that if he gave the Yi Jin Sutra to that person to cultivate, he was afraid that the progress of cultivation could be a thousand miles in a day, and he would quickly reach the point of Dacheng.

The most important thing is that Ye Ling now wants to protect Su Yue and Lin Mei'er at the same time, running at both ends every day in front of Dongfang University and the Su Group, and urgently needs a manpower to help him, Ye Ling has the idea of taking this little African black man into his hands.

If you take this little black man into your hands to protect Su Yue, then it will be much easier for you, and this little black man is a good seedling who is born to cultivate the Yi Jin Sutra, if such a person receives it, it will definitely be a powerful help if he cultivates it.

The Western muscular man and the little African black man quickly pounced together, and the ending was similar to what Ye Ling expected, although the Western muscular man was strong, he didn't even have the fart/share of the little black man, but was surrounded by the little black man.

After seeing the opportunity, the little black man pounced on the back of the Western muscular man like a monkey, and his hands wrapped around the muscular man's neck like two poisonous snakes, strangling the muscular man to the point of almost suffocation.

"I admit defeat"!

The Western muscular man fell to the ground clutching his neck and coughing, while the little black African jumped up from the ground and raised his hands to show that he was the ultimate victor.

"Yay, Ye Ling, you're awesome, we really won"!

Lin Meier seemed very excited, just now she heard Ye Ling invest 1,000 yuan to buy a little black to win, according to the odds of 1 to 10, she can get 10,000 yuan now.

"Let's go, let's get the money." Lin Meier happily pulled the money to the place where the bet was placed.

Ye Ling saw that the little black man got off the high platform and followed, in Ye Ling's eyes, the little African black man was much more important than money.

Ye Ling came to the little black man's side, stretched out his hand and patted the little African black man's head: "Hey, brother, the trick you used on the stage just now is bone forging." ”

Ye Ling seemed to be greeting now, and it seemed like he was bullying this little African black man, this was Ye Ling's intention, how could he talk if he didn't tease him.

This little black man was wiping the sweat on his face with a handkerchief, but he was slapped on the back of the head by Ye Ling, and he couldn't help but feel angry, and an elbow hit Ye Ling's chest.

If it were an ordinary person, I was afraid that he would be attacked by the little black man and vomit blood in his chest and fly out, but Ye Ling just stretched out two fingers and clamped the little black man's black charcoal-like hands and knees in his hands.

"The reaction is good, but it's a pity that the strength is a little weaker." Ye Ling said lightly.

It wasn't until Ye Ling let go of his two fingers that the little black man took his hand back, and the little black man felt that Ye Ling was not easy to mess with, and glanced at Ye Ling as if warning, and was about to leave.

Ye Ling looked at the appearance of this little black man, but he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, younger than Ye Ling, how could such a good seedling Ye Ling be willing to let him go.

Ye Ling walked around to the front of the little black man again, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "Brother, I see you, I'm afraid you won't live for two years, because you have internal injuries in your body, and they are still very serious internal injuries."

After hearing this, the little black man looked shocked, and looked at Ye Ling in disbelief, how did this Chinese know that he had internal injuries.

Lin Mei'er held the wad of money she had won in her hand, and said happily: "Ye Ling, come and see who is good for this one."

Ye Ling glanced at the high platform, and two boxers were re-placed on the high platform, but this time the two sides of the battle were replaced by two ordinary Chinese, and there was nothing to see at all.

Ye Ling's expression was like a swaggering liar, and he continued to say to the little black man step by step: "I have a way, not only can I heal the internal injuries in your body, but also make you stronger." ”

Lin Mei'er next to her pulled the corner of Ye Ling's clothes and whispered: "Ye Ling, you are not a doctor, don't talk nonsense, how do you know that people are sick."

In Lin Meier's eyes, this little African black man was just jumping around on the stage, beating that Western man to admit defeat, how could he be sick.

"Shall I tell you that I, Ye Ling, am not only an ancient martial artist, but also a master of ancient medicine. Ye Ling is calm and calm, with a master's demeanor