Qin Yunjing dodges a few times, and the suit jacket is pierced by Han Zhenhui's long knife.

He retreated to the front of the container, picked up the spear beside the wall, blocked a knife, and turned his arm. The spear, like a long eye, drew a curve in the air and attacked Han Zhenhui's left side.

Han Zhenhui cuts half with his knife. Qin Yunjing turns around and kicks him in the footwall. Han Zhenhui leans back and dodges. The long knife changes hands.

In this short moment, Qin Yunjing's spear has drilled a hole, close to his arm, he did not force, but turned half way, to stir up Han Zhenhui's wrist.

Han Zhenhui's wrist is numb, and he is shocked. When he wants to fight back, Qin Yunjing sweeps his chin with one leg. He can't hide, and the long knife has been taken off.

Qin Yunjing grabbed his knife and threw it out. The long knife was inserted into the traditional Chinese medicine cabinet on the wall, and the dust on the roof fell down.

Han Zhenhui doesn't believe that he can't do anything with the boy. He throws the stool over. Qin Yunjing sweeps his legs to block it. The stool falls to the ground in several pieces. Han Zhenhui steps forward in chaos, and his fists create wind.

Qin Yunjing stops his fist and is forced to the wall under the impact force. He turns down his wrist, hits Han Zhenhui on the shoulder with his fist, pushes Han Zhenhui to the wall cabinet, and punches him with his right hand.

Han Zhenhui sweeps down to him to get a little space to avoid. When Qin Yunjing's fist touches him, he avoids a few inches.

Qin Yunjing rubbed his ear and hit a big hole in the cupboard. He quickly pulled out his fist and locked Han Zhenhui's throat with a knife.

Han Zhenhui also did not let him succeed, two people four fists instantaneous exchange more than ten moves.

Yan Zhe's heart has to stop beating. My mother, their president is like an iceberg in a suit. She doesn't want to be so hot!

He did not visit the training base in the army, this short contest has made him admire!

Yan Zhe's eyes couldn't see it. The speed of these two people was not comparable to that of ordinary people. It's really "President!"

Yan Zhe's eyes watched the president's leg past, and the cupboard on the wall was already crumbling. When they were fighting hard, the cupboard with more than three meters on both sides finally fell down.

A good medicine shop was destroyed in less than ten minutes.

Han Zhenhui and Qin Yunjing retreated to the safe area. Several walls of the room collapsed. The air was full of dust and gunpowder. Zou Fuxue's blood pressure came up.

She saw that they still wanted to fight. Taking advantage of the half moment of the truce, she went up and stopped her husband, "Zhenhui, don't fight any more. Do you want to scare me to death?"

Han Zhenhui was still angry. He pointed to Qin Yunjing and scolded: "this beast boy, I'm going to let you taste my fist today!"

Qin Yunjing took off his coat and threw it aside. He flicked away the dust from his body, loosened his shoulder bones, and his eyes were more willful and rebellious. "I'm willing to understand."

Yan zhe thinks it's not good. The shop is almost demolished. How can we fight?

Is the president's fist made of steel? Won't it hurt?

Yan zhe stood on the edge and reminded: "president, we still have a journey later."

Zou Fuxue did not allow them to fight again. "Do you want to annoy me, Zhenhui? What's the difference between you and the army? I'm always worried about you!"

She scolded a few words, reached out to hit him on the shoulder, saw that there was a scar on his arm, and was so distressed that she didn't dare to do it, so she burst into tears.

Han Zhenhui immediately surrendered, "don't cry, I won't fight!"