Chapter 1618

1618 Li Fan's top 16 competition

Parson is a famous black boxing champion, and no one dares to underestimate his strength. It is said that even the white tiger will give way to parson when he meets him. This boson's fist is fast and fierce, and he is called the bullet champion. In other words, his fist has the same speed and power as a bullet!

At this time, Parson fought against an unknown Chinese martial artist, and almost all Westerners' eyes were on parson. Even the easterners themselves have no hope for Li Yun, who has never heard of Yingwu sect. You know, they often go to see the boxing match of parson!

They have seen the video with their own eyes. Parson punched a cow directly in the head! Not everyone can have such terrible strength, can they? Especially when seeing Li Yun's appearance and his thin body, people couldn't help but sympathize with him.

This guy, it must be terrible!

Li Fan patted the dust on his clothes and stood in front of black and hard parson in the voice of the host.

Although he is not two meters tall, he is also one meter nine. His muscles are streamlined and very full. At first glance, he is a person who often fights, and he trains himself well and keeps his body in peak condition.

"Oh, my God, our yingwumen little player unexpectedly met the bullet boxing champion parson! He was really unlucky!"

The host made an exclamatory voice, "I don't know. Can our contestant Li hold out for a longer time under Bosen's hands!"

Bo Sen's winning rate against Li Fan is to let three. As long as Li fan can keep unbeaten for three minutes, he is the winner on the gambling disc of the world bank.

Only three minutes... It seems that no one is optimistic about Li Fan at all.

"It's time for the game. Let's pray for contestant Li!"

Li Fan felt that the host's voice seemed to be a little noisy.

While parson shook his arms and stepped on the boxer's unique pace with his feet, jumping back and forth for a few steps. He seems to be a powerful hunter, staring at his poor prey. Many fans of parson are cheering for parson and shouting his name in unison. The momentum rose from wave to wave.

Wu Huang sat in his seat, looked at the scene outside, and snorted.

Although you have changed your appearance, I can still recognize you at a glance. Li Fan, see, even if you work hard for these people, they still don't care about you. If you don't do it for yourself, heaven will destroy you. These fools should be led and educated by me.

The bank boss sat in front of the TV, watching the live broadcast, sneering in his heart.

Poor Chinese monkey, you will soon become my cash cow.

As the cue sound for the start of the game, Berson's fans are ready to celebrate their boxing champion! And parson quickly stepped forward. He was very fast in the galloping state. A gust of wind blew, and he came to Li Fan. Then he directly punched Li Fan on the nose!

Bosen is not polite. The Chinese in front of him is the one who has blocked his attack! He is not weak and must not be underestimated!

In everyone's eyes, Li Fan must have been beaten by this punch and flew out upside down. But they were wrong. Li Fan just stretched out a hand and blocked Parson's fist.

With a bang, Li Fan's palm exploded with an angry force, and the strength of Bosen's fist was indeed not weak.

"Some skills!"

Bai Sen said, taking his fist out of Li Fan's hand, and facing Li Fan was a series of fast fists!

"Bang bang!"

The air burst, and parson hit more than 30 punches in the blink of an eye! But Li Fan put one hand behind him and the other in front of him, blocking all these fists!

"God, the bullet champion is as fast as his name, and his fist is as fast as a bullet! But player Li is not inferior. He is thin and weak, but he tied with parson!"

When the host was talking, Li Fan suddenly hit his body horizontally, and then his fists came out together and hit Bosen heavily on the chest.

Luohan strikes the bell!

It was a move taught by Liu Bufan to Li Fan, which was also the basic fist technique of Shaolin sect. Unexpectedly, he knocked this Bosen upside down and fell heavily on the ground, lying there.

"I can't believe it! Li Yun's player beat boxing champion parson away!"

Before Bosen stood up, Li Fan flew forward again, kicked Bosen on the head, kicked him out and hit him hard outside the challenge arena.

Parson fainted there, motionless, and had lost his qualification.

The whole audience quieted down. The fans of parson were stunned, the audience in front of the TV was stunned, and the boss of the bank was also stunned.

Boxer parson lost?

"Oh, yes!"

Theresa waved her little fist excitedly in the grandstand, while Liu Bufan sat not far away, completely stupid. My God, what's the situation? Is he so strong, junior brother? I also Baba served as a guide for others. As a result, they are the real masters... I have practiced arhat boxing for half my life, and I have no effect as a younger martial brother

Shame, what a shame!

Fortunately, younger martial brother, he has a good character and probably won't laugh at himself. However, seeing Theresa's smiling expression on one side, he was a little anxious to die. But he didn't know that the one who wanted to die most at this time was the bank boss.

"Damn it! What magic did the Chinese use to defeat parson! Damn it, I lost miserably this time!"

Although not to the extent of breaking bones and muscles, it also made him very painful!

"Well, if you earn or lose, let you lose all to me in the next game!"

The eyes of the bank boss showed a vicious light of revenge.

"It's really unexpected..."

Li Fan could hear the host swallow his saliva, "our little player of China Yingwu gate, Li Yun, defeated boxing champion Bai Sen and won the last 16! Anyway, this is a miracle. Let's be happy for him!"

A burst of applause finally broke out in the stands, and many Chinese audiences also shouted the name Li Yun.

Li Fan doesn't care whether they support him or not. But hearing that everyone was cheering for him, Li Fan still felt a little happy.

No matter when it comes, it's always good to know that someone supports you.

"Honey, do you want to go back and celebrate? I'll accompany you!"

Li Fan received a wechat from Theresa. This girl, do as the Romans do in Rome, and even registered a wechat when she came to China.

"No, I want to see the next opponents... You'd better also have a look. You will have a new understanding of Kung Fu."

"Well, a man without interest."

Theresa had to cry.

"The list of players for the next game is also out. Let's see who they are."

p. S Xiaobian missed the time to pass the manuscript in the afternoon final exam, and then, mentally disabled, forgot, sorry