The man found that the strength was wrong, and the other fist quickly hooked over, and Feng Yin bent down in anticipation, resisted the action of turning his foot and kicking, withdrew one arm, and hit the man in the abdomen with a bang.

The man retreated in pain, and there was no more contempt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault just now."

The man apologized, which was a sign of respect for his opponent.

Feng Yin accepted the man's apology, collided with his fists, tilted his head, and looked provocative, come again!

This time, the man took it seriously.

The pace of the feet was added, the muscles of the body were also mobilized, and the two walked up on the stage, looking for the gaps in each other's attacks.

In the last second, the man was an arm's length away from Feng Yin, and in the next second, his footsteps hit, the distance was multi-ended, and his left hook fist led the wind to attack.

Feng Yin's right arm blocked, and when he touched it, he could even feel the collision of the bones of the two arms.

They don't know if it hurts, Zhang Boer and Lin Yu, who are watching below, have teeth on their faces, and they look more painful than the wind groaning.

Zhang Boer: Boss, come on!

Lin Yu: Boss, come on! I'll invite you to dinner if you win!

The staff didn't know when they walked to the side of the two people, and interrupted embarrassedly: "Two, Feng Yin is a sparring partner." ”

In other words, there are no wins or losses.

The pace on the training ground became faster, and I don't know when, the man gave up the defense and began to attack in full force.

But no matter which direction the man attacks from, Feng Yin can always defend impenetrable and counterattack by the way.

It's just that Feng Yin still remembers that he is a sparring partner, so the fist of the counterattack looks like a gale, but when it actually falls on the other party, it only falls gently.

This kind of precise control of force is unmatched.

The staff outside the field just watched the excitement at first, but when they looked at it, they found something terrible, isn't this sparring partner too powerful!

This defense moves so fast, so precise, and this angle is so tricky.

This punch is so beautiful!

I don't know when it started, a group of people started recording with their mobile phones, ready to go back and analyze frame by frame, and teach the team members a lesson.

Twenty minutes later, the man fell to the ground.

It's not that you're beaten by the wind, it's tired.

From the beginning to the present, Feng Yin only punched the first punch, in order to make the man a little more serious.

After twenty minutes, Feng Yin also sweated a lot, and she was sweating profusely, and she had a feeling of pleasure.

"Can you still come?"

The man lying on the ground shook his head weakly.

Wind Yin took off his helmet and sat on the sidelines, gasping for air.

"Boss, wipe your sweat!"

"Boss, drink water! I just bought it! They said to spit it out for a while. ”

Lin Yu and Zhang Boer, especially like the staff at the halftime of boxing, delivered water, towels, wiped sweat, massaged, and were all in place.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of many people, and Feng Yin, the sparring partner, accompanied several fighters to round after round.

After a few fights, the head coach came.

Looking at the wind and chanting eyes, it was brighter than the lights of the venue.

"Feng Yin, are you interested in coming to our provincial team, I will recruit you."

"I told you, according to your level, you can definitely go out of the world and play the title of boxing champion."

"You're bringing glory to your country, you know?"

Wind Yin smiled and shook his head.

"I don't have time, I have to pay off my debts."

"What are you afraid of repaying debts, if you win, there will be a bonus!"

Contacting the staff of Fengyin, nodding the shoulder of the head coach, the head coach turned around impatiently and shouted: "What are you doing!" ”

(End of chapter)