Yang Yi suddenly kicked Zhang Yong.

Yang Yi was convinced by Zhang Yong, so he wanted to try whether Zhang Yong could avoid this kick without any precautions.

Now Yang Yi has a strong fighting level, and he is attacking again. The most important thing is that Zhang Yong trusts him very much and will definitely not be prepared when approaching him.

But Zhang Yong still avoided Yang Yi's kick, to be precise, it was to block, not to hide.

Zhang Yong completed the turn quickly and took Yang Yi's kick with his hips. Then his right leg swept out at a faster speed and kicked Yang Yi's left leg as support.

Yang Yi could not avoid this kick, and his body lost his balance and fell to the ground. However, he did not end the battle, but stretched out his legs and tried to trip Zhang Yong and continued to fight with his ground skills.

But Yang Yi couldn't beat Zhang Yong down, so Zhang Yong jumped up, and then he could kill Yang Yi in various ways.

"stop!"

There was no way, but he could not beat Zhang Yong. Yang Yi could only shout in time, so Zhang Yong jumped gently to the side.

"I'm the second, you want to die! How dare you use the slaughter of the clan to me? You're looking for death!"

Zhang Yong was furious, and Yang Yi said anxiously: "Brother Yong, Brother Yong! There are reasons, there are reasons!"

He quickly got up from the ground. Yang Yi touched his calves and grinned, "I knew I couldn't kick you, so I gave it a try."

Zhang Yong said proudly: "Your soft and weak leg breaking technique also wants to kick me? I just showed mercy. Humph, if I directly hit you, hehe."

Yang Yi grabbed Zhang Yong's arm and said anxiously: "Brother Yong, teach me!"

"What are you teaching?"

"Tell me how to prevent a grandson from being killed! I tell you that I was at a loss this time, and I was hit!"

Zhang Yong glanced down and said, "What's going on? Who is the one who kicked you, white, black or yellow?"

"White."

"Are you tall? Are you big?"

"He is tall, not very big, but his muscles are indeed quite developed."

Zhang Yong frowned and said, "That's wrong. With your current skills, it's impossible for you to be unable to escape."

"I took the initiative to get this kick, and I stabbed my opponent with one kick and killed him. But, does this have anything to do with race?"

"You demonstrate the situation to me."

Yang Yi followed the scene as he was, and then said, "This was the situation at that time. If I avoided it and fought back, I guess he would have shot it with one shot, so I couldn't hide and could only take it head-on."

Zhang Yong breathed and said, "That's right. You have to know one thing. This is the foot of the priest and grandson, which is particularly tempting. It must be fast, ruthless and accurate enough. If you hit the kick, you will make the opponent lose your ability to move. But if you don't hit the kick, it will be miserable. The empty gate is exposed and you can fight back as you want. Therefore, although this priest and temptation is powerful, few people use it."

After saying that, Zhang Yong pointed to Sergei next to him and said, "Look at them, they are tall, big, and powerful, but they are strong, but their speed of extruding legs is slower. If ordinary white people and big guys attack you, the first choice is definitely fists. They rarely extrude legs, and it is even more impossible to extrude vaginal legs."

Yang Yi looked stunned and said, "So that's the case. Then how should I avoid such a kick?"

"How can you hide... just hide that way. You can just be faster than him, or you kick his support leg. In short, you can attack him and get off the plate when you meet a tall and big man."

Zhang Yong's interest came up, and he waved his hand and said, "Come on, imitate that person's movements, let's fight."

When it comes to reviewing things, no one is more suitable than Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's imitation of the movement was at least 90% accurate. He kicked Zhang Yong, then imitated the shooting movement with his fingers, and waved at Zhang Yong while kicking his legs.

Zhang Yong's choice was different from Yang Yi. He did not choose to take the kick head-on, but he turned sideways, making Yang Yi's kick fall and bend his body straight in. His shoulders directly to Yang Yi's chest, and then quickly hit Yang Yi's hand that imitated the gun, and hit Yang Yi's throat with one punch.

After putting Yang Yi down on the ground with one punch, Zhang Yong closed his fist and said, "Do you understand?"

Yang Yi climbed up from the ground and said helplessly: "You are Wing Chun, I can't use it."

Zhang Yong nodded and said, "Yes, we have different styles. It is a bit difficult to use my way to fight against you, but I know who is fighting with you."

"Who?"

"Sas, British Special Air Service Corps, if you learn correctly, then the person you fight with was using sas' standard fighting skills at that time, and it's absolutely impossible to be wrong."

Zhang Yong made a quick kick while pulling his gun, saying, "This action is used by people who come out of sas. It is one of the standard quick reactions that suddenly get attacked. To be honest, they are inappropriate in their vaginal legs. But then again, the main purpose of this kick is not to kick you, but to be sure wherever you kick, it is mainly used to open the distance and make it easier to shoot."

Yang Yi sighed lightly and said, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure there are basically no fighting skills in this world that I don't know."

Yang Yi said with emotion: "It's worthy of being Brother Yong, but he's amazing. Then I want to practice how to prevent vaginal legs from being flirted with. You can teach me."

"There is nothing to teach. You should know now. No one specializes in using vaginal legs. You can specialize in practicing this for hair."

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "I have a psychological shadow. I have to practice. If I encounter such a thing again in the future, I can't get hit no matter what I say."

Zhang Yong said with a giggle and laughter: "Aren't you? Djokovic may be coming now, and it's time to have a big fight soon. What are you practicing to pull your vagina at this time?"

"It's not about practicing twitching the vagina, but about preventing the vaginal leg from being kicked. I want to take some time to practice specifically."

Zhang Yong's mouth twitched a few times, then he waved his hand and said, "Get out!"

Yang Yi grabbed Zhang Yong's arm again and said with a sincere look: "I really have a psychological shadow. Brother Yong, please do a favor!"

"It's useless to practice this!"

"I have a psychological shadow, Brother Yong! I want anyone who uses the vaginal legs to lift him in front of me will make him suffer!"

"No time."

"When Djokovic comes, Djokovic hasn't come yet. When Djokovic comes, he has to wait for Ivan and the others to take action. Maybe how many days will it take. Brother Yong, please do some targeted training!"

Finally, Zhang Yong said helplessly: "Okay, okay, look for protective gear. Since you want to find abuse, I have to give you my best."
Chapter completed!