Chapter 1013

"Tong!"

Mexes fell a little hard and almost closed up. Lying on the ground in a daze, the rabbit hurriedly pedals the eagle. When he's done, he finds Zhuoyang doesn't catch up with him. Instead, he stands two meters away from him and sets a coffin face and hooks his fingers at him.

"Get up and fight."

From the last time, I knew that this kid was a tough guy. Zhuoyang had never met Zhuoyang before, which made Zhuoyang have great fun. As expected, Mexes came back with red eyes, not even fully standing.

Two left and right fists are put in succession. Zhuoyang swims to the side of Max's body, bends his right arm to clamp his neck, twists his body and his back to the side, bends his knees with his right hip tightly to Max's body, then squats his legs down, bows his waist and lowers his head, lifts him up and falls out again. In modern fighting, it's called neck over back wrestling, and traditional Chinese martial arts call it hall breaking.

After a three meat and five vegetable fall, Max still quickly turned over and climbed up. Although he was a bit staggering, he still beat a fierce left straight punch with his cheeks to Zhuoyang's front door. Knowing that his fist is closely followed by a low leg kick of his right leg, Zhuoyang then tilts his head to the left arm, and moves his body slightly. He steps forward and puts the straight fist on his shoulder. Mexes used to lift his right leg, but he lost his target. Before he could be stunned, Zhuoyang was forced to lean on his left leg and shoulder, while his left arm extended to hit his chest.

I fell again and looked up to the sky.

When Mexes punches right, Zhuoyang hugs his waist over his back; when Mexes uses double wind to pierce his ears, Zhuoyang falls through his arm and back; when Mexes kicks and kicks high, Zhuoyang turns the pressure on his leg. Without much effort, Mexes has been thrown out for more than ten times in a row to soak in shit, not to mention being dizzy, dizzy, brain dispersing and yellow, and his kidney has been bumped to his throat.

This scene, can be called the fall method Daquan, also can be called the dip clothes 18 falls.

Fight the immortal Xiaoqiang! Mexes stood in front of Zhuoyang trembling. He was not afraid of trembling. His bones were almost broken. He was so tired that his muscles would turn. Looking at Zhuoyang, who was swinging his catcher away, Mexes didn't know how to move. It's a watershed to distinguish a street fighter. At this time, in front of Zhuoyang, it was just a personal sack bag.

How the fuck should I do this? Take a hard breath. Mexes shakes his cheek muscles and says, "you've got a fucking seed..."

"Pa!" Before he finished speaking, Zhuoyang slapped him in the face. "You've got too much bullshit for a fight."

"Ah --" so angry that Mexes shouted and jumped up again. It's natural to greet him with a fist clasped in his arms. "What a hole!"

Struggling and standing up again, "you..."

"Pa!"

"Ah --"

"it's from!"

The shaking direction is almost out of sight. "No..."

"Pa!"

"Ah --"

"it's from!"

Up again even the knee joint is soft, the waist is not straight. This time, with a long memory, Max closed his lips and stopped talking, so as not to be distracted, but it was still useless. Zhuoyang sealed the door tightly, and he still couldn't break through.

What to do? Mexes was sad and tired like a dead dog, but he was getting more and more tired. Hang down the tired eyes and face, rest for two seconds and have a game in your mind.

"Pa! PA! "

Just after the upper and lower eyelids were put on, two slaps on the ears threw Mexes' snot out. Hurriedly opened his eyes and shrunk his head and raised his elbow to protect his face, but inexplicably left the ground. Zhuoyang bent forward, dived and put his hands around his knee socket, and fell very standard.

"What a hole!"

When he hit the ground, Mexes, who was stable, was as sad as a poet of the last century. He stared at the white ceiling with empty eyes, as if there was something strange there.

"Get up, don't pretend to be a dead dog. Don't you have a seed?" Zhuoyang hook.

"Don't you If I fall, I will get up... " Max's despair is like an oyster on the kitchen table.

"OK, I won't fall." Zhuoyang said. Mexes was overjoyed, but he heard Zhuoyang go on: " Call me Grandpa, and I won't drop you. "

"You fond dream! There's something you can do for me. "

"Yes, I'll give you a good time if you call Grandpa."

"No way! My grandfather has been dead for more than ten years... " Max was furious.

"That's not right! You don't have an elder like me to teach you. "

"You put..." Max's voice is still on.

"Shut up! You have too much nonsense to fight! Get up, counsellor one! "

Max's steel teeth were broken and he struggled to get up. Zhuoyang didn't take advantage of the danger of others. In fact, in this fight, as long as he fell Mexes, he would not pursue him, otherwise, Mexes would be cold by now.

It's said that breaking the sky is a private fight. There's no deep hatred. There's a single fight with each other blocked. Even the street gangsters can't fight for territory. Zhuoyang certainly didn't do his best. He wouldn't even leave Mexes with an injury. Otherwise, it would be annoying to see that there was a lot of saliva.I don't know anything about Max's side. I don't think he can do his best. Shaking one's head and shaking one's head are as shaking as drunk. In fact, Mexes can still stand up now, which is very admirable. He is as tired as he is not, and he wants to vomit. At this time, he relies on a breath of unyielding, also called will quality.

Try to squint at Zhuoyang, or you will not be able to focus. It's the limit to stand up. I don't have the strength to do any moves at all. But suddenly I saw Zhuo Yang lift his knee and say --

"ho!"

Max hurried to block, but in a hurry, he didn't know where to block. Are you going to smoke my mouth? Or do you want to catch my wrist and fall on me? In addition to the habit of defending Zhuoyang's kicking and kicking with his legs raised, Zhuoyang just set a score, and Mexes himself was "watong!".

He gasped for help. Max couldn't get up any more.

In fact, the most exhausting thing in the world is fighting. Don't say you play a field ball every two days, four days and one and a half horses. Those are not the same thing at all. You will know what it means to be tired if you fight once. Why is boxing only three minutes in a round? This thing is scientific!

"Sun smash, get up!"

"Call grandpa and I will not fight!"

……

No matter how provocative Zhuoyang is, Mexes just can't get up, lying on the ground with his eyes closed and saying nothing. If he is dead, he is willing to die, which makes Zhuoyang boring.

"Well, that's all for today." Zhuoyang nodded and clapped his hands, but Max didn't say a word.

He went back to the pile of felt and cotton pads he had just sat on, reached for the mineral water and drank it happily.

"After a while, lock the door and put the key on the top of the electric box." Open the door, first probe outside, "bang!". be gone!