Kungfu brings goods, the whole network calls me Master Ye

According to the score he gave, it cannot be said that Yan Ming lost, it can only be said that Yan Ming was pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"you……"

Yan Tong pointed at the scoring board, feeling anxious to death.

She couldn't bear her brother being beaten all the time.

I also don't want Yan Ming to lose the game.

Because losing the game involves a lot.

Ye Chen hooked his fingers, signaling Yan Tong to come closer.

Yan Tong poked his head over.

Ye Chen said: "Recall what Ye Chen said to you when you hit the wooden dummy that night.

Taijiquan is characterized by sticking to the body and striking with both hands looking forward and coordinating. "

Yan Tong looked at Ye Chen with a confused face, "It's over?"

Ye Chen nodded, "Just tell him these two sentences exactly."

Seeing that the second round is about to start.

Yan Tong didn't care too much, and punched Ye Chen's arm, "No, I'll come back and beat you."

He turned around and ran away.

[Wow, so this beautiful woman is sister Yan Ming, she is so cute, she even punched Master Ye. 】

[The only person who took advantage of Master Ye (manual dog head.)]

[What do these two sentences that Master Ye said mean?Why are you still being a riddle at this time? 】

[Damn it, it's endless, can't you give me a clear reminder? 】

【Brother Yan Ming is miserable, his face is covered in blood. 】

[I vaguely remember that Master Ye said that brother Yan Ming would knock down Chen Feiyang within 3 minutes of the second round, now it seems...]

[What do you know, the master leads you in, and the practice is up to you. 】

……

The two scoring judges looked at Ye Chen, but they didn't understand what he meant.

Ye Chen gave Chen Feiyang a high look in his heart.

Not bad.

Chen Feiyang is very talented.

He should have practiced Tai Chi since he was a child, and his foundation is fairly solid.

The most powerful thing is that he knows how to use the Taijiquan taught by Ye Chen into his own.

This made his defense very tight, which just happened to restrain Yan Ming's open and close style of play.

To take, to transform, to send out, to pick, to pick, to rely on...

It was used very skillfully, which made Yan Ming cast a rat's hand and failed again and again.

……

At this moment, Bingbing, Li Tao, and Chen Yixing have all stepped out of the cage.

The second round of the two sides is about to begin.

The referee once again confirms whether the two sides are ready.

clap, clap, clap...

Yan Tong slapped the cage net on Yan Ming's back.

Yan Ming turned around.

Yan Tong quickly said the two sentences intact.

Yan Ming was shocked.

Recalling what Ye Chen said that night.

Don't be too tense, relax properly to punch faster, adjust your breathing rhythm...

at this time.

The second round has begun.

Yan Ming didn't attack as much as he did in the first round, instead he scurry around against the cage net.

It looked like he was scared by Chen Feiyang.

In fact, he was thinking about what Ye Chen's words meant.

"Tai Chi is characterized by sticking to the body, and my Wing Chun is close-to-short..."

Yan Ming kept staring at Chen Feiyang, his mind racing, and quickly went through the scenes of the first round.

"Yes, he has always been sticky, so I can't take advantage of the close-fitting short game..."

"Looking at the coordination with both hands..."

Yan Ming finally knew why he couldn't get in. Ye Chen was reminding him that the opponent's Tai Chi defense was very good, and his hands looked and coordinated, so it couldn't be said to be perfect.

Anyway, it is more than enough to defend against a novice like him.

"So, what if I cripple him and lose his arm?"

Yan Ming thought of this.

Of course, it's not really going up to cripple someone's arm.

Just find a way to try not to let the other party look at the coordination with both hands, so as to find out the other party's loopholes.

thought here.

Yan Ming's self-confidence suddenly returned.

As Ye Chen said, treat the wooden dummy as an opponent.

At this moment, he can also treat Chen Feiyang as a wooden dummy.

"We saw that Yan Ming seemed to have given up his attack and kept dodging."

"However, he is now 980 behind by a large margin. Even so, he will still lose in the end."

Because this is a temporary competition.

The scoring referee works directly as a part-time commentator.

Now that both of them gave comments, it was obvious that they were not optimistic about Yan Ming.

"Master Chen, Master Chen..."

The voices for Chen Feiyang were getting louder and louder, and Yan Ming's voices had been steadily suppressed.

This is still the case with Ye Chen's fan base.

Otherwise, I am afraid it will be even worse.

……

on the ring.

Chen Feiyang snorted coldly, "Boy, there is no way for you to hide like this, what? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, you will admit defeat, turn to the light, how about learning boxing from me?"

The words in the ring are difficult to be heard by the audience through the live broadcast.

Therefore, Chen Feiyang exposed his nature and began to mock.

Of course, this was also his tactic to anger Yan Ming.

That way, he has more chances.

Yan Ming learned to be smart this time.

Leaning on the cage net, an indifferent smile appeared on his face.

He made a "come here" gesture to Chen Feiyang.

And said: "You can only be arrogant when my master is not around, if he is in the ring, you have already been picked up by the ambulance.

I will learn boxing from you, I am..."

This sentence instantly broke Chen Feiyang's defense.

He rushed up directly, used Tai Chi moves to defuse Yan Ming's kick, and then turned around and elbowed.

He slapped Yan Ming on the face in a daze.

Yan Ming's head "buzzed".

However, this time he was mentally prepared.

Although it was hit hard, it still held up.

He grabbed Chen Feiyang's left arm, and one of them reacted quickly, turning around and punching.

However, this punch was dodged by Yan Ming.

Can't catch, didn't get the correct position.

Yan Ming let out a low shout, and controlled Chen Feiyang's left arm with one hand, steadfastly holding onto it.

The other hand switched elbows and hit Chen Feiyang's biceps hard.

Chen Feiyang let out a muffled groan, feeling the pain in his heart, and punched him again.

In order to dodge, Yan Ming had to let go of the opponent.

Let it go.

He knew right away that he was working.

Because, Chen Feiyang could no longer lift his left arm, his whole arm was shaking, and his face was twisted.

At this point, the game has progressed to two minutes and 30 seconds.