My friends are gods

Chapter 62 One trick!
"Song Qiming, since you are here, you must know what's going on, so I won't say more." Zhao Huaifeng looked at Song Qiming with cold eyes, and his tone was also completely cold.

Song Qiming said flatly: "Sorry, I really don't know what's going on."

He took out the letter of challenge from his body. The envelope was completely intact and unopened. With a light wave of his palm, the envelope flew towards Zhao Huaifeng. Let's do it."

Zhao Huaifeng focused his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the envelope, his face became serious, and said: "I can't tell, you are still a practicing family."

The envelope is extremely light, and when most people throw it out, it will fall in a short distance.

However, the envelope that Song Qiming threw came flying. Even after Zhao Huaifeng grabbed it, he felt a burst of strength, which showed that Song Qiming also had some strength.

"Since you don't know what's going on, let me tell you again."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhao Huaifeng said in a deep voice: "If you lose to me in today's battle, then stay away from Qingfeng from now on, it's as simple as that."

Song Qiming scratched his ears boredly, curled his lips and said, "I'm not interested in arguing with you about Xu Qingfeng, and besides, the person Xu Qingfeng is not your commodity, it's not what you say, and it's not a fight." Fighting decides who she stays with, and if you think so, I won't fight you."

"It seems that you are scared!" Zhao Huaifeng said in a bad tone, unexpectedly Song Qiming would refuse.

Song Qiming sighed and said, "Okay, I promise you, if I lose, I will naturally do it, so what if you lose?"

From the beginning to the end, it was Zhao Huaifeng who said it was Song Qiming's loss, but he never said anything about his loss.

Zhao Huaifeng was taken aback for a moment, then felt amused for a while, shook his head, and said slowly: "I can't lose, so there is only one result today, that is, you stay away from Qingfeng from now on!"

"Not necessarily."

Song Qiming said relaxedly: "That way, I won't let you stay away from Xu Qingfeng. If you lose, apologize to me in public and don't provoke me in the future. Isn't this request too much?"

Zhao Huaifeng had always been looking for trouble, and it was not too much for Song Qiming to make this request.

The crowd watching below also nodded slightly, apparently also feeling that Song Qiming's request was reasonable.

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Huaifeng let out a strange laugh, and said darkly: "Your request cannot be realized, because you can't defeat me."

The people in the surrounding Taekwondo club couldn't help but shook their heads, their expressions a little unnatural.

This Zhao Huaifeng underestimated Song Qiming and was too arrogant.

"He will definitely lose!"

The tall man shook his head lightly, and if he said a word, it was tantamount to the verdict.

As soon as these words came out, all members of the Taekwondo club became silent, their eyes flickered slightly, and finally sighed.

Yes.

Song Qiming slapped lightly, but it caused such power that it should not be underestimated.

Even, it can be called horror!
"If you play against Song Qiming, what are your chances of winning?"

Among the silent Taekwondo club members, a person suddenly asked, staring at the tall man with burning eyes.

The tall man, named Wei Ling, was silent for a moment before he said, "I can't tell."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked, and looked at Wei Ling in disbelief.

You know, this Wei Ling is a ruthless man who can punch through a wall, and his identity is extremely mysterious.

Such a person is even unsure if he is Song Qiming's opponent?

Wei Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Everything depends on how much strength Song Qiming can use today."

Others may not be clear about it, but Wei Ling knows how terrifying it is to be able to squeeze out a palm print on a wooden board lightly. At least, Wei Ling can't guarantee that he can do it.

Therefore, he didn't dare to say that he could beat Song Qiming.

at the same time.

On the stage, Zhao Huaifeng stared at Song Qiming, and said in a gloomy tone: "Song Qiming, why don't you come up!"

Song Qiming raised his head calmly, looked at Zhao Huaifeng and said, "You haven't agreed to my request. If you don't agree, why should I go up? If I lose, I will do things according to your ideas, but if I win, there is no benefit. I'm an idiot." you are."

The corner of Zhao Huaifeng's mouth twitched.

All the onlookers couldn't help laughing.

Although this may sound vulgar, it is true.

Winning or losing is mutual, how can one person make a request and the other person not make a request?

If this is the case, isn't that obviously cheating people, who is more stupid than the other.

On the ring, Zhao Huaifeng glanced gloomyly, and saw that everyone was holding back their laughter, and knew that it would be impossible not to agree, so he said in a low voice: "Okay, Song Qiming, I promise you, if I lose, I will never give up!" I will trouble you, but if you lose, you should stay away from Qingfeng."

"Don't worry, I won't go back on my word, I just hope you can do what you say."

After clapping his hands indifferently, Song Qiming set off slowly, walked to the ring unhurriedly, and stood casually, Zhao Huaifeng didn't care about that appearance at all.

"Song Qiming, today, you will definitely lose!"

Zhao Huaifeng said in a gloomy tone, his body bowed slightly.

Taekwondo pays most attention to leg skills, and the requirements for fists are not high. In this way, Zhao Huaifeng can display leg skills.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm in a hurry."

Song Qiming sighed boredly: "There is still class in the afternoon, I don't have time to play house with you here, if you want to fight, hit quickly, I'm afraid that if I do it, you won't even have the chance to do it."

Madness!

In Zhao Huaifeng's eyes, a bright light burst out suddenly, and he was angry.

These words, in other words, even if Zhao Huaifeng made the first move, he could still make a move. If Song Qiming made a move, Zhao Huaifeng would not even be able to make a move.

"Hmph, let me teach you how to speak!"

With a cold shout, Zhao Huaifeng's legs slammed hard, his body shot up, and he spun in the air for a circle. He hit Song Qiming's chest with a powerful side kick in the air.

When this scene appeared, a voice called "Hello" suddenly sounded in the field.

Most of the students don't understand martial arts, but they can see that Zhao Huaifeng's kick is extremely beautiful, which is pleasing to the eye.

Among the crowd in the Taekwondo Club, Wei Ling shook his head lightly, with disappointment in his eyes.

Fighting is not about watching. Using such moves is flashy and gives the opponent too much time to react. On the contrary, it will expose any part of oneself, making it the easiest to be defeated.

Although Wei Ling is in the Taekwondo Club, he doesn't like the Taekwondo Club, nor does he think Taekwondo is so strong.

Taking this time as an example, Zhao Huaifeng has a solid foundation, and the volley side kick is also very beautiful and powerful, but it is just empty and gorgeous.

When you meet a master, you are not an opponent at all.

"Failed."

Shaking his head lightly, Wei Ling spoke two words calmly.

And with these two words falling.

Song Qiming on the stage looked at the approaching kick, suddenly grinned, and said, "It's all fancy."

He stretched his arm forward and turned slightly sideways. Zhao Huaifeng's foot brushed against his chest and fell directly into the air. At the same time, Song Qiming directly grabbed Zhao Huaifeng's collar with his palm and lifted it up.

"what?!"

Zhao Huaifeng's expression changed, and he wanted to break free, but he had nowhere to use his strength, and he was terrified.

"roll!"

With a deep shout, Song Qiming lifted Zhao Huaifeng's body, threw it directly to the ground, and smashed it hard on the ground.

"boom!"

A muffled sound.

Zhao Huaifeng hit the ground heavily, and the huge force hit him, causing his body to rub against the ground and face backwards. In the end, he could barely stop, but he was rolled several times by the inertia before he stopped on the ground.

This really corresponds to Song Qiming's word - get out.

(End of this chapter)