Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Zhao Hong swung his fist in the air, and looked at Wu Feng in amazement.What on earth did this person do, after being punched so many times by him, he could still stand up!

At this moment, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief, as if a wish that had not been fulfilled for a long time suddenly came true.

Zhuo Dan opened Chu Tian's arm lightly, and there was a smile on Chat Tian's face.The atmosphere in the hall was not as serious and tense as before, and some people began to whisper.

"Well done, Wu Feng!" Someone actually yelled for Wu Feng!

"Haha, this is the good man in my martial arts hall!" Everyone in the hall became excited. [

"Damn it, Wu Feng, you did a good job, I forgive you for your previous arrogance!"

"Who the hell wants you to forgive?" Wu Feng suddenly roared to the audience: "I will deal with you one by one in the future!" At the same time, he waved his fist.

"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed.

"Hey..." Wu Feng rubbed his chest, "Old Zhao, your fist strength is much stronger than before, it seems that a rib was broken by you..."

Zhao Hong's eyes darkened, and if a rib is broken... as long as he works harder, he can be knocked down again!

"Brother, thank you." Wu Feng looked back at Zhou Ming who was still standing by the stage.

"It's nothing to do with me." Zhou Ming said with burning eyes, "The key is still up to you!"

"Just look at it!" Wu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't take the attack seriously at all.

Zhuo Dan raised his beautiful legs and said with a smile: "It seems that the next one will be even more exciting."

"It's really exciting to have a fight that makes you interested." Chu Tian also said.

On the stage, Zhao Hong did a Taijiquan "wild horse splitting mane" gesture, "Next, let me show you the essence of Taijiquan!"

"No matter how good something is, it's still trash in your hands!" Wu Feng strode over, and instead of rushing to attack, he got close to Zhao Hong's body first.

He knew that the blind attack would only be pushed away by Zhao Hong's "four or two strokes of a thousand catties" moves.Instead, Zhao Hong became anxious and attacked first.

"Hey." Wu Feng was not afraid, and took Zhao Hong's punch solidly, but seized the gap, and punched Zhao Hong's chin with an uppercut.

Zhao Hong was thrown into the air and fell backwards.

But Zhao Hong wasn't that fragile either, a carp stood up straight.