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

The moment his feet landed on the ground, Zhang Yujie's figure was crooked and he almost fell down, as if he was still drunk.

"You can't even stand firmly." Iron Tong said, "Are you sure you can fight?"

"You can tell if you can fight." Zhang Yujie's eyes were blurred, he stumbled and rushed over.

"Overthinking one's abilities." Tie Tong snorted softly, watching Zhang Yujie's chaotic steps, and remained motionless.The iron tongs could see clearly that with Zhang Yujie rushing over in this state, he only needed to trip and throw this boy to pieces.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yujie rushed over.It didn't rush straight, but rushed crookedly, the speed was not slow, and it was in front of Iron Tong in an instant.The corners of Iron Tong's mouth curled up slightly, easily dodging Zhang Yujie's flaccid fist, and then tripping quickly, Zhang Yujie's body fell down. [

"Vice Hall Master of the Martial Hall? Heh..." Before the last laugh could be heard, Iron Tong's eyes had changed!

Zhang Yujie, who was about to fall, stood up again in a strange posture, and then attacked from an incredible angle, hitting his ribs with one punch!Obviously, it looked like a weak, slow and brisk fist, but when it hit his body, it seemed like it was going to pierce all the internal organs!

Everyone watching the battle in the hot spring gave a "drink", obviously they did not expect Zhang Yujie's weird move!

The iron tongs took two quick steps back, cold sweat instantly drenched his back, he had realized that he could no longer underestimate this seemingly drunk young man in front of him!Holding his breath, he took a light step forward with his left leg, taking a defensive posture.Someone in the hot spring said softly: "Twelve Road Tan's legs!"

Zhang Yujie rushed over crookedly again, and the right leg of the iron tongs was struck out like lightning, straight to Zhang Yujie's waist.He has already judged that the speed of the two is very different, and he is bound to win this leg!Just when his leg was only an inch away from Zhang Yujie's waist, a strange thing happened again. Zhang Yujie, who was moving slowly just now, did not know whether it was intentional or not, he flitted away from this leg, and then stretched out his hand to grab it. Caught the calf of the iron tongs.

As soon as he grasped it, Zhang Yujie suddenly changed color. The legs of the iron tongs were as hard as iron bars, and he could even clearly feel the powerful force in them!If he was kicked by this kick, then... just as he was slightly distracted, the iron tongs yelled: "Damn!" His right leg had already been released from the restraint, and he kicked it with a bang, hitting Zhang Yujie's chest!