Park Zaiyin breathed a sigh of relief: "Wow, I don't know how you are now. Anyway, I'm in a pretty good mood. By the way, I can tell you a story, the name of the story is..."

"Super pen." Zhao Yu ignored Park Zaiyin's words, hung up the phone directly, and shouted at Zhai Fei: "Zhai Fei, how about it? How about it?"

Park Zaiyin looked at the phone and pouted: "Damn it, it's so rude. He didn't listen to people and hung up the phone."

Lu Xiaofeng covered his mouth and laughed.

"Why are you laughing at?" Park Zaiyin asked angrily.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm going to pretend, but I don't have the time to talk nonsense to you, haha."

Mr. Shen also said: "Yeah, no matter what, that kid won the call, haha."

Zhai Fei lay on the ground and gasped: "Isn't it okay?"

Zhao Yu bit his lip: "Wait a little longer."

Mao Chong laughed behind Zhai Fei: "Ah hahahaha..., useless, useless, completely useless! What a shitty Chinese martial arts museum, what a shitty Chinese martial art, in front of Taekwondo, it is vulnerable and has no ability to fight back! He also wants to defeat me with a week of special training, hahahaha... it's so funny!"

Zhai Fei gritted his teeth and got up, turned around and roared and rushed out: "You fart! Ah--!"

Zhai Fei held Mao Chong's waist with both hands and pushed him back.

Mao Chong was not surprised by Zhai Fei's strength, and he used his elbow to hit his back: "Let go! Let go! Let go, you dirty garbage!"

The corners of Zhai Fei's mouth began to vomit blood, but he still pushed Mao Chong and hit the barbed wire with a bang. Then he stared at Mao Chong's chest with his head, and attacked his stomach with both fists!

Mao Chong was a little difficult to breathe by Zhai Fei's continuous boxing. He gritted his teeth and raised his knees suddenly. Zhai Fei immediately stepped back and dodged away, but Mao Chong rushed up and kicked him directly in the face. Zhai Fei fell to the ground again.

Mao Chong gasped: "Have a ball...here."

Park Zaiyin, who was there, stood up angrily and shouted, "Mao Chong, what the hell are you doing!? Hurry up and deal with him, how long has it been?! Are you doing it!?"

Mao Chong turned around and saw in surprise that Zhai Fei stood up again.

Mao Chong couldn't understand, it was abnormal!? He... had been hit hard by himself, how could he still stand up!?

Dong Chengcheng also found the problem: "What's wrong with Zhai Fei."

"Ah?" Yao Xiaojing cared about every reaction of Dong Chengcheng: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Dong Chengcheng said: "Both Zhai Fei and Mao Chong don't wear protective gear. In this case, they have been fighting fiercely for a long time. Zhai Fei has been attacked too much. According to common sense... he shouldn't be able to get up."

"Ah? Oh, right." Yao Xiaojing seemed to remember it too: "Last time, when they were in the duel, Zhai Fei almost couldn't get up after a few moves, and let Mao Chong grab his hair and beat him up. But today, the attack he was obviously heavier than that day, but... he seems to be able to fight."

Li Meiqi looked at the stage seriously and said lightly: "Is it because Zhao Yu tortures Zhai Fei these days for this?"

"That's right!" Yao Xiaojing snapped her fingers: "Training ability to carry and strike! Haha, Brother Zhao Yu still has some tricks!"

Li Meiqi shook her head: "Just being beaten can't win Mao Chong. No matter how hard he can get beaten, there will always be times when he can't stand it."

On stage.

Mao Chong felt the pressure. This pressure was not given to him by Zhai Fei, but by Park Zaiyin, who were given to him by those in the audience who had high expectations for him, and he also gave to himself.

In his eyes, no, in everyone's eyes, Zhai Fei should have started long ago. Zhai Fei should have been defeated by himself long ago.

However, this bastard stood up again and again, and now he can still punch him twice occasionally.

This is an insult to Mao Chong!

"Zhai Fei, after this move, I will make you unable to get up at all!" Mao Chong bit.

Zhai Fei got up, wiped off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and glared.

Zhao Yu knocked on the barbed wire in the audience: "Zhai Fei, kill him."

Zhai Fei opened his eyes wide: "Is that OK?"

"Yeah." Zhao Yu smiled slightly: "Remember what I told you, fight well and give yourself a proof."

"yes!"

Zhai Fei's eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, a greedy, wild, and excited light.

"Mao Chong! I'm not me a week ago. Next, let's take a look at the mystery of Chinese martial arts and the secret of Five Elements Fist!"

"I have been talking nonsense for more than three thousand times. How can I say such nonsense when I hold my waist like a woman and punch me? Let's talk about such nonsense! Look at the trick! Stone feet!"

Mao Chong's legs swished and swished, quickly changing several directions.

Zhai Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the flexible legs and moving quickly.

"Look at the trick!"

Mao Chong's movements suddenly changed. He raised his foot suddenly, kicked it out at the most hateful angle, and headed straight for Zhai Fei's face!

Zhai Fei's eyes suddenly opened wide and his body suddenly tilted back: "Hi!"

Mao Chong kicked his foot out and felt it was broken!

At that moment, Zhai Fei's position changed rapidly, just avoiding this kick. At the same time, Zhai Fei's fist almost rose behind him and hit him suddenly: "Fist!"

Bang!

The picture almost solidified at that moment.

Mao Chong almost floated up, and his fist as big as Zhai Fei's casserole hit his face, completely blocking his face. Mao Chong's feet had already taken off the air, his head was smashed down, and his whole body seemed to be lying horizontally in the air.

Everyone in the audience grew up and couldn't close their mouths.

Yao Xiaojing covered her mouth with both hands, Li Meiqi also opened her eyes in surprise, while Dong Chengcheng was excited to stand up.

Only Zhao Yu, with a expressionless face, seemed to have known all this for a long time.

Boom! Bang!

Mao Chong's entire brain hit the ground first. After lying on the ground, he instinctively covered his face with his hands and kept wailing.

Zhai Fei's shoulders were slightly tilted, and he kept his punches down, showing a smile: "Flower style? I was just teasing you before, just Taekwondo, and I dared to compete with our national martial arts!?"

Lu Xiaofeng was almost about to fall off his chin and opened his mouth wide: "Damn, what's going on? Hey, I didn't pay attention to it just now, how could Zhai Fei avoid that kick?"

Mr. Shen also said, "No...I don't know, I didn't pay attention, maybe... it was a coincidence?"

Park Zaiyin suddenly stood up, gritted her teeth, her brows almost twisted into a mess, and suddenly pointed at the venue and shouted: "Mao Chong, what the hell are you doing!?"

At this time, the phone rang.

Following up, Zhao Yu said softly: "He is not doing anything, he is being fucked."

The phone hangs up.
Chapter completed!