Metropolitan Doctor Sign-In System

Huo Yingxiong led Qi Ming to the front, and said, "Second Brother Feng's kung fu is about showing ugliness. I see in the whole of Kyoto, no one can do it."

"Although my skill is good, there are people outside the world, and there are days outside the world. Maybe sometime, I will be defeated by someone more powerful than me."

When saying this, Feng Jun looked at Qi Ming tightly with both eyes, and said: "I heard that the Qi brothers are very good at kung fu. They have provoked a lot of opponents since their debut, but without exception, those who have fallen are the ones who fell. , I wonder if I can enjoy the show today and go to the ring with someone Feng to play?"

"no problem."

According to Huo Yingxiong and Mo Chou's reminders, Qi Ming was not polite, let alone humble, and readily agreed to Feng Jun's engagement.

At the same time, Qi Ming said that he would use all his strength to fight Feng Jun.

Once Feng Jun is injured, don't be angry.

"Hahaha……"

Feng Jun jumped onto the ring and said, "If you let others hear this, Brother Qi would think that you were deliberately bluffing, but Feng Jun would not think so. You are willing to use all your strength to fight me, even if you are If you defeat, Feng will not have any complaints, but will think that you are respecting your opponent."

"In that case, Brother Feng will make the move first."

Qi Ming stretched out only one hand behind one hand.

"interesting."

Seeing Qi Ming said to use all his strength, but only willing to fight him with one hand, Feng Jun laughed and thought Qi Ming was a little procrastinated.

He admired Qi Ming's character, but he was a little dissatisfied with Qi Mingtuo's big actions.

Just now, Feng Jun deliberately beat the wooden man in front of Qi Ming, to let this person understand that his kung fu was not in vain.

What Qi Ming saw with his own eyes, how could he dare to confront the enemy with one hand?

Just as Qi Ming and Feng Jun were preparing to do it, a group of people poured into the training ground.

A young man in his 20s rushed to the Feng Jun ring and said: "Brother Feng, I heard that you are going to compete with others today. I wonder who can have such an honor?"

"Xiao Yang, you knowingly ask, isn't my opponent in the ring?"

Feng Jun smiled and cursed, but his face was not angry.

Xiao Yang and several others are Feng Jun's most proud disciples.

These people started practicing free fighting with Feng Jun ten years ago, and they are known as direct disciples.

Xiao Yang turned his head and looked at Qi Ming, who was not amazing, and said, "Brother, you dare to compete with my elder brother. For this courage alone, I will give you a thumbs up, but courage is not enough, I Brother is not only the world champion of free fighting, but also the double champion of Jeet Kune Do and Taekwondo. I advise you to give in as soon as possible if you can't fight for a while, so that it won't look bad if you get into the hospital."

"Thanks a lot."

Qi Ming didn't say much, he didn't take his kindness or malice toward these people in his heart.

After going down the mountain, Qi Ming encountered countless enemies, and only the mysterious person could make him scratch his head.

As for the Feng Jun in front of him, a master from outside the area is not enough to make Qi Ming feel embarrassed.

"Brother Qi, be careful, take my three punches."

After all, Feng Jun took the lead, waved his fist, and struck Qi Ming as a tiger descending from the mountain.

The boxing technique is just like its name, and it is very lethal.

Unfortunately, Feng Jun’s opponent today is Qi Ming, and his attack is destined to be futile.

Qi Ming jumped out of Feng Jun's attack range, stepped on the wooden stakes of the ring, and stared at Feng Jun condescendingly.

Seeing Qi Ming avoid with a relaxed Yang style, Feng Jun secretly nodded in his heart, took off on the spot, and swiftly attacked Qi Ming with his leg whip in Taekwondo.

It only took one second to jump from Feng Jun to the move.

Feng Jun rushed to where Qi Ming was, trying to kick Qi Ming off the ring.

Qi Ming took off again and jumped to the center of the ring.

After a short time of fighting, Qi Ming has roughly figured out Feng Jun's attack tactics.

When Feng Jun turned around and threw a fist, Qi Ming bent over and flashed over, grabbing Feng Jun's fist, and slamming Feng Jun to the other side of the ring.

With the help of the rope of the ring, Feng Jun clenched his fists and rushed towards Qi Ming like a cannonball.

Standing on the edge of the ring, Qi Ming moved his feet together slightly, spreading his internal strength, and bluntly took Feng Jun's punch.

After a successful blow, Feng Jun was not happy, on the contrary, it was full of clouds.

As the so-called expert makes a move, the winner can be divided by one move.

Feng Jun's punch used 90% of his power. Not only did he fail to knock Qi Ming down, he didn't even see the pain on Qi Ming's face.

It is enough to prove that Qi Ming's power is far beyond his imagination.

Even if Feng Jun put out ten percent of his strength, he couldn't move Qi Ming at all.

For this reason, Feng Jun did not easily admit defeat, and hurriedly punched Qi Ming in an attempt to find the person's loopholes.

After hundreds of moves, Qi Ming stood there without blushing or breathing.

On the contrary, Feng Jun was out of breath because of exhaustion.

"Brother Feng, today you and I do not distinguish between the winners and losers, I think you can just get rid of it."

"No, I lost."

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!