With a fiery wind moan, he can finally fight back.

At this time, all skills are floating clouds, and boxing here in Fengyin only relies on three elements.

Speed, strength and death.

It is said that the fastest fist speed can reach 13.7 meters per second, and the wind moan will only be faster, not to mention the strength, this is a person who can fish for corpses underwater.

The little potato side who fought against Feng Yin represented the boxer, and at this time it was all defense, and it was too late to punch.

He only felt that the other party was like a thousand-armed Guanyin, and the dense fists made him unguardable, and each punch brought great pain to his body.

"Stop, Stop, Stop——-"

The other party wanted to stop, and the head coach of this side looked at the translator incomprehensibly.

"What did he say?"

The translator sighed, the little potato just now spoke in Chinese!

"He said stop."

"No, he said stop, stop——- what does that translate to?"

"Translated, it means to stop."

The head coach looked at others in disbelief and asked, "Is it?"

Is it?

I don't know if it's or not, anyway, we don't want to understand.

In the end, several people from the little potato side rushed to the training table and stopped the one-sided beating.

"It's not fair, you're cheating."

The little potato began to shout, and the translator was just about to translate when Feng Yin spoke.

"Unfair? It's unfair to lose, you deserve to win, you don't grow tall, you really treat yourself as a baby, the whole world is your mother, do whatever you say! The head is not big, but it contains a lot of water. ”

The translator is stupid, and the little potato is on it.

Because the wind groans in their native language, they have a poisonous tongue.

"Is there anything else besides Dian Baga! You haven't learned the wisdom of our ancestors at all, and it's also a barbarian land, and the brain development is really not very good. ”

"What, report? Go, my mother, a supernumerary who hasn't been included in the staff, you sue me for a fart! ”

"A bunch of dwarf stuff who can't eat milk and scold their mother!"

Feng Yin is output in his native language, looking at the other party's red face, netizens can probably guess a few points.

[Come on! Scold them! Scold them! 】

[The big guy came out to translate! ] 】

[Hahahahaha, after reading the translation of the big guy, I can only say that the wind is rising! ] 】

[It's so fucking cool! This is not a hundred times stronger than the anti-Japanese drama]

The live broadcast was not interrupted, the wind chant was output stably throughout the whole process, and the face was not red and the heart was not beating, and the other party was so angry that he jumped to his feet.

In the end, the head coach led a group of fighters to pull the fight.

"Don't don't, don't get angry!"

"Don't reach out! Don't do it! ”

"Don't, don't, fighting hurts feelings!"

The translator who was squeezed out, in the context of a group of chaotic languages, finally translated a sentence: Don't pull us!

It turned out that the head coach was all in front of Feng Yin, pulling the little potatoes back, while Feng Yin was standing alone on the opposite side, guarding the pass alone, and he couldn't open it.

In the end, in order to calm down this dispute, the head coach watched the wind groaning with great heartache.

"This is your salary, from now on, you are no longer our employee!"

The little potato on the opposite side was on his toes and seemed to have won the battle.

Feng Yin took off his boxing gloves, took the red banknote handed over by the head coach, and counted them very professionally.

"More?"

"Not much, fire you, always give some compensation! Besides, you've had a hard day. ”

Feng Yin felt that what the head coach said was right, so he collected the money with peace of mind and left.

The little potatoes cheered and were happy, and the netizens in the live broadcast room asked a core question: Isn't Feng Yin here to work for a day?

(End of chapter)