On a blind date, a president's sister

Chapter 880
Zheng Yong's heart was on fire, and he tried his best. His legs were like hot wheels, flying up and down in the ring, and he couldn't leave Su Weifeng. Zheng Yong's kicks became faster and faster, and the eyes of the students in the audience gradually turned I can't keep up with the rhythm.

"360 degree"

"Chop down."

"Another backspin."

"Five hundred and four"

"Damn, I can't see what kind of kick it is."

"No, it's too fast, what are these legs?"

"Let's fly up."

"Why hasn't that man moved yet? Is it all a false move and missed the kick?"

"What sound, why did I hear the sound of iron striking, did I hallucinate?"

The students in the audience were all shocked by the battle between the two of them. Su Weifeng was okay, he just stood there and didn't move. The students didn't think how strong he was.But Zheng Yong is different. With such a big body, he should be a bulky tank type, but now he is like a dexterous assassin, with two steel-like thighs flying up and down, and he is really about to fly.

Su Weifeng was still smiling, looking at Zheng Yong calmly, without moving a step at all, his hands fluttered up and down, like two white butterflies, blocking all Zheng Yong's attacks, injecting true energy into his hands, With such a violent attack, Su Weifeng only felt a little counter-shock force, and sighed in his heart, this is the difference between internal force fighters and external force fighters.

Zheng Yong's speed gradually slowed down. Just now he had exploded at his limit. He believed that it would be no problem for him to get the top three in Taekwondo in the school just because of the explosion just now, but this man was already smiling at himself. The more you look at this smile, the more evil it becomes, like a devil's smile.

And each of my feet seemed to be kicked on the steel pipe. I just gritted my teeth and stood up in the explosive state. With the excited state, this kind of pain is still tolerable, but it can’t work now. My speed is slow, come first, The pain became more and more obvious.

The audience in the audience also noticed this. Zheng Yong seemed to be unable to keep up with his physical strength, and his movements were getting slower and slower. If this continued, he would have to stop soon.

As everyone expected, Zheng Yong finally staggered for a while, took a few steps back, and suddenly fell on the ring.

What happened, the students were very puzzled.

"Win, Su Weifeng won." Xia Bing exclaimed excitedly, who still had the usual image of an iceberg goddess.

"What did I see? The iceberg melted, and the goddess became more beautiful."

"That kid is so lucky. It seems that he is already with Miss Xia. If only I could be with Miss Xia. I would also like to live ten years less."

"Is this the difference between internal force fighters and external force fighters? Su Weifeng's defense can't be broken at all, and Su Weifeng hasn't attacked yet. I didn't expect him to be so strong. Then will I be so strong when I cultivate internal force in the future?" Xiaoqing whispered. Talking to himself, he was suddenly full of confidence in the future.

"It's too strong, he didn't even move, Zheng Yong was exhausted after being beaten." A student shouted.

"That's not being beaten. Didn't you hear the crackling sound? It was like piling. He blocked Zheng Yong's every foot." Someone who understood understood what was going on.

"Really, I seem to have heard it too. How is this possible? How did the little arm and calf meet Zheng Yong's thigh head-on, and it hasn't been injured yet."

"How could it be possible to lose? How could it be possible? That's a third-degree black belt weighing more than 200 kilograms. It's a beast." Shen Zhou was already stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho, braised in red or raw, how about some horseradish for you, it must be exciting enough." The boy with eyes smirked and said, looking at the basketball boy.

"Yes, I'm going to buy you wine, how can you go without wine after eating delicious food." Someone beside him said.

"I'm going to start a live broadcast. It's sure to be popular today. Everyone with a big appetite will stand aside. Let's have a raw basketball. Brother, I have a hunch that you are going to be popular." A student next to him said excitedly.

Everyone around looked at the basketball boy with a sinister smile. The basketball boy wanted to slap his mouth. Why is my mouth so low? I laughed like I was crying. Fortunately, someone yelled in front of me, which attracted everyone's attention again. past.

Zheng Yong tried hard to stand up in the ring, but he fell down as soon as he stood up. There was a sharp pain in his feet and legs, and his face was covered with sweat. He was not only tired, but also hurt.

It was only then that someone in the front row noticed that since taekwondo usually does not wear shoes, Zheng Yong's two big feet were swollen like two big steamed buns, and there were bloodstains on his snow-white trouser legs. Su Weifeng did not have any injuries on his body. There was no bleeding, so there was only one explanation. Zheng Yong's calf was injured, and he was still bleeding, but he didn't know what happened to the injury.

Zheng Yong is clenching his teeth tightly at this moment, no matter how hard he tried to stand up just now, but he didn't succeed, then he knew that his calf was probably injured, the last time it was a bone fracture, he was terrified Looking at Su Weifeng, who the hell is this? Could it be that he has a steel pipe hidden in his hand, but obviously this is impossible.

What Zheng Yong regrets the most now is that he promised Wang Zhengtai to take care of Su Weifeng. He didn't earn the money, and he put his leg on it. He was going to hurt Su Weifeng's leg, but in the end his leg was broken. There was no attack, only defense. If it was an attack, I was afraid that I would be seriously injured with one move, and I looked at Su Weifeng even more fearfully.

"How about it, did I win?" Su Weifeng looked at Zheng Yong with a smile and said.

"I lost." Zheng Yong lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, today this person lost a lot.

Zheng Yong's two friends came to the stage and lifted Zheng Yong down. Zheng Yong, let alone walking, couldn't even stand up now.They wanted to send Zheng Yong to the hospital, but Zheng Yong stopped them. He wanted to see what would happen next, whether Wang Zhengtai could deal with this kid, or whether Wang Zhengtai would end up like himself. Not bad, I don't lose face so much.

"Boy, you are not bad, but don't think that you can beat me if you beat Zheng Yong." Wang Zhengtai walked to the ring with a gloomy face.

"Wang Zhengtai is here. It is said that he has practiced Taekwondo since he was eight years old, and he learned it from a foreign master, and he has won the master's true biography." A student said.

"Why is it eight years old? It's four years old. It is said that he has subdued a wild boar with his bare hands." Another student said.

"It's true, the wild boar is said to dare not even provoke a tiger easily, so Wang Zhengtai can beat a tiger." A girl exclaimed.

"Wow, then this kid is really dead, can he still be as powerful as a tiger?" the girl continued.

"How could it be possible to beat a tiger? I think it's a lie. It's blown out." A boy said disdainfully, obviously not interested in this Wang Zhengtai.

"I have a brother who used to be from Wang Zhengtai's school. I heard that he kicked and broke several people's legs. It's all true. He's quite cruel." A boy said mysteriously in a low voice.

"It's so fierce, but it's too ruthless."

"You don't know, he is the young master of the Wang family, he is not an ordinary person, breaking other people's legs is nothing." A male student snorted coldly, obviously very resentful towards this kind of rich second generation of the family.

"Then it's a disaster. Even if this kid beats Wang Zhengtai, he won't get better. These family members also have bodyguards, and those are even more expert. The lowest ones have to be retired soldiers, or those who have killed people on the battlefield. .”

(End of this chapter)