Chapter 2110

Name:Golden Greenery Author:Zhuo Setong
As soon as Miguel Zendo broke into the gym, zhuoyangdeng became alert because he felt the murderous.

It's a strong sense of crisis. The hare on the wasteland can not look back and feel that the eagle is coming from behind. What Zhuoyang sees is totally different from the usual cendo.

CEN Shao?

No matter how many he Cen, Zhuoyang is very sure that the man in front of him is very dangerous.

Without hesitation, Zhuoyang jumped down from the bench of the comprehensive fitness equipment and pulled away from the fast approaching Zendo.

"More or less? What are you going to do? "

"Huhu ~"!

CEN duo didn't answer. There was only a deep sob in his throat. He set up a fighting posture and kept approaching Zhuo Yang with blood red eyes.

"If you want to do it, you will never die!"

"Huhu ~"

Zhuoyang's shrill voice didn't make Cen give up half a point, and his left jab came out in horror after he came close to him.

Once a connoisseur reaches for his hand, he knows whether there is one. It's only a tentative jab. Zhuo Yangdeng knew that today's cenduo was a master. After he put up his arms to block it, there was still a strong shock on the back of the jab.

Next to it is Cen duo's right fist. Zhuo Yang's dodging is not pleasant, but the ring hurts after wiping his ear.

Left hook and right swing, right hand straight fist connecting right fist.

The sharp and swift combo made Zhuoyang have no power to fight back. Even though he had already framed his arms and stiffened each other, he kept his eyes wide open and dodged, but he was caught in the right rib by Cen duo. When he got there, he felt stabbing pain and almost closed his breath.

And was more than Cen's right fist nearly hit the chin.

The chin is a very soft place. Once hit by a heavy fist, Zhuoyang has no choice but to lie on his back and become a man's meat sack.

Taking advantage of the interval of Cen duo's fist, Zhuoyang retreated quickly again, trying to adjust the internal breathing of his rib after being hit hard.

Just experienced a large amount of training, even if the sweat has been wet through the vest, but Zhuo Yang or cold sweat straight.

This should be the cen duo who beat de Tu into cinders! Just a face-to-face, Zhuoyang is sure that he is not an opponent in such a fight. It is only a matter of time before he is defeated.

When Uncle Li taught Zhuo Yang Kung Fu in the courtyard, he never intended to make him a Sanda player in the challenge arena or a professional fighter, because Uncle Li himself was not. Niubi, like Uncle Li, will be beaten half dead by the world champion if he gets into the rope circle.

Teach only fighting, teach only how to fight! Uncle Li can't do anything but fight the enemy. He can't even make noodles.

Make use of any available terrain, use your eyes to touch any available tool, as long as you can defeat the enemy, there is nothing to do with it.

Maybe it's a sharp key, maybe it's a handful of sand that can fascinate the enemy's eyes. Uncle Li is good at killing people, but Zhuoyang just touched the surface.

So he took a sip of phlegm.

"Bah!"

A lump of salty and sticky thick phlegm came out, and Cen duo was an expert. But he had never seen such an unruly concealed weapon and such an unruly way of playing. He was hit in a moment and just stuck on his mouth.

Zhuoyang felt sick and his stomach was churning.

CEN uses his fists to wipe the phlegm all over his face, but he doesn't slow down his pursuit on his legs at all.

Zhuo Yang and such a master can't face hard steel at once, and his internal breathing hasn't been adjusted.

Run! When he went down from the rocker arm of the comprehensive fitness machine, cen duo followed him closely. Zhuo Yang's head didn't return and he let go of it The nylon belt on the side frame is pulling on cenduo's face after rebounding.

A blood mark immediately sprang out from Cen duo's forehead to chin, but the old man did not know the pain and was still chasing after him.

Zhuo Yang continues to run, jumping over the butterfly machine with one hand support, and stepping on it, cen duo's belly just bumps into the raised bent frame.

Rao is that CEN is as fierce as a wild animal, and can't help but "utter Chi".

Zhuo Yang is playing hide and seek with Cen duo in all kinds of equipment in the gym. He doesn't have much time. The assistant coach of Real Madrid has two blood marks on his face and a huge bag on his forehead. Just shit, cen duo also fell twice.

It looks terrible!

However, the pace of his pursuit has not been reduced, and neither the pace nor the boxing seems to have been affected.

It's not surprising that such a brave Cen duo, let alone beat detu Pang, killed black charcoal head alive.

Zhuoyang was chased to no escape. He couldn't stop the car and threw it on Smith's barbell rack. Then, Zendo raised his fist and smashed it at the back of his head. He kept swinging left and right.

"BIU!" Zhuo Yang turns around, holding 20 kg barbell pieces in both hands and protecting the front door.

"Boring and boring"

Cen duo's two fists were wedged on the barbell piece, and others all hurt for him.

"Bang!"

Zhuo Yang swung the barbell slice with one hand, and crisscross took a pat on Cen duo's face. This is a moving weapon.CEN Duo is pulled out of the air and falls to the ground after two horizontal rotations.

Throw away the barbell piece of Li Xiagong, Zhuoyang claps his hands in triumph.

"Professional master, I bah! cannot withstand a single blow. If you are not a professional, I don't want to beat you... "

Before the words fell, cen duo, who was supposed to have died, stood up straight from the ground and almost scared Zhuoyang to death.

Is this a fucking man or a ghost? Or devil muscle man? Too good for beating, right?

CEN duo, whose face is full of blood, is more and more like a beast, and his ferocious animal nature is even more infuriated by his cruel touch.

One after another, a set of combo fists were beaten in the wind and rain. Although Zhuoyang still couldn't find the chance to fight back, he learned from the past. He protected the vital points of his body tightly and tried to avoid the blow to his head.

But even so, his two small arms still block the pain, the shoulder is a little bit too painful to eat.

It's clear that the way to deal with boxers is to open the distance and then use leg techniques to attack and resist the enemy. However, the height of the way is one foot, the height of the devil is one foot, and Cen duo's flexible and agile pace makes Zhuoyang unable to pull apart at all. Even if he can barely pull away a little distance, cen duo will stick it up again before he gets up.

Block dodge step by step back, Zhuoyang body slowly dive, cen more aggressive fist open big close step by step.

Zhuoyang suddenly dived into the ground, raised fire from the bottom to the top with his right palm, hit cenduo on the chin and then locked his throat. The snake in his left hand wrapped around his arm, twisted his right leg to his waist and hip. Don't hang his arm and threw cenduo out.

This is what Zhuoyang is good at.

CEN duo pours on the treadmill only then falls, smashed the treadmill screen.

Fight the snake and follow the stick. Be ruthless to the enemy like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves. Zhuo Yang steps forward, no matter his profession or not, a boxer lying on the ground must not be as good as Zhuo Yang.

"Biao ~!"

CEN duo stood up again, Zhuoyang felt that he had become a dog.

What the hell is a professional boxer? Is it a professional mechanical war police?