Master of the city

On the battlefield, those who can hold the right to speak are always winners.

Zhang Fan just stood on the challenge arena and looked down at Basong. Bassoon fell to the ground, his left hand on his right shoulder, his face very painful. A pair of eyes stare at Zhang Fan fiercely. He couldn't believe he was knocked down by the Chinese. It's still so easy to knock down.

"I said, are you unconvinced? Do you think that my two moves just now were a trick, not a hard steel with you? What do you think your Muay Thai is the strongest standing combat skill

After bashong was knocked down, Zhang Fan restored his flowing appearance, picking his nostril with a finger, and playing the mucus everywhere.

"Well, yes, you were just opportunistic. As far as frontal rigidity is concerned, no one who practices other fighting skills can be stronger than our Thai boxing. "

Just like when Song said that Chinese Kung Fu was not worth mentioning, the Chinese people under the stage were filled with righteous indignation. When Zhang Fan talks about Thai boxing, Basong is also full of anger and dissatisfaction. He stood up from the ground with his left arm supporting the challenge arena and glared angrily at Zhang Fan.

"I said the head of the plane. That's what your men look like. Just now I went on stage to beat camel. Oh, I thought he was really good. It seems that you didn't give the boxer less money before. Let the camel perform. It doesn't seem that it costs much to put the knocked down into the hospital. At that time, we can show these people at the scene the force of your plane gang. It's a pity that an expert knows if he has one. Look at your bassoon. It's just a Southeast Asian monkey. To run out is to be a clown and entertain the public. "

Just now, jinbifang was once angry by the plane. But now the situation is totally different. When Zhang Fan came to power, he knocked Basong down. This is just too much for jinbifang. And the head of a plane sitting in a chair is completely stupid.

His mouth was wide open enough to fit in a hot dog.

You know, Bassoon is no ordinary Muay Thai. This time, the head of the plane really wants to increase the influence of his plane gang. So he went to Southeast Asia to find some people who could help. And Bassoon is the person she finally found to be the red stick.

Not long ago, a Thai boxing competition was held in Southeast Asia. Bassoon is the winner of this competition. Originally, as bassoon, he would not accept the invitation from the head of the plane. Just before finding bassoon at the head of the plane, bassoon was at a loss.

As a warrior, you can't slack off in your daily practice. Bassoon won the game and returned to the countryside, only to find that his life seemed to have lost his goal. In this part of his hometown, there is no one who can threaten him, so as to challenge him.

Bassoon's teacher suggested that he leave his hometown and go out for a while. It was at this time that the head of the plane found bassoon. He promised bassoon a large sum of money. Then take bassoon to Hong Kong Island to see the world. He also assured bassoon that he had many opportunities to get in touch with martial arts experts on Hong Kong Island. But also can let go of the hands and feet to fight with people, without the slightest worry.

Bassoon was moved.

The biggest obstacle of modern martial arts is that we can't let it go. A lot of techniques in real martial arts are used to kill people, not to perform.

Even in Southeast Asia, where Thai boxing is popular, he can't let go. After thinking about it for a while, bassoon agreed to the invitation of the head of the plane and went to Hong Kong Island with him.

The cost of getting bassoon out of the mountain is also astronomical for the head of the plane.

Bassoon arrived on Hong Kong Island yesterday. Today, I can't wait to let the plane lead him to find a place where he can play freely. So the head of the plane came here with bassoon. Even if Jin Bifang and Zhang Fan didn't come today, the head of the plane was going to let Basong play.

Most of the people who come here to watch the game are from the underground forces on Hong Kong Island. Some big guys from big companies come here to seek stimulation.

After bassoon came to power, he killed the camel in just a few seconds, which made the head of the plane very happy. He thought that from today on, all the underground forces on Hong Kong island would know that his brother had a killing machine. The matter of underground forces is often who has a big fist and who has a strong voice.

But the head of the plane didn't expect that he was happy. In less than three minutes, his trump card was knocked down.

"We like to call women Southeast Asian monkeys. I didn't expect you to have duck potential. This mouth is really hard. I heard that you Muay Thai practitioners have been kicking stumps or something since childhood, breaking your bones again and again, and then growing better, so you are covered with weapons. Is this the illusion that your body is stronger than others? In fact, I will attack others with my knees. I just don't like it. "

Zhang Fan's face was full of sneers. He suddenly turned his head and walked towards a pillar in the corner of the challenge arena.

"You, this is for me..."

In the challenge arena, especially in this kind of challenge arena, it is undoubtedly a foolish act to give your back to others. But when someone does this, it means that he looks down on his opponent completely, and even with his back to his opponent, he has nothing to worry about. This made bassoon feel a huge insult.However, bassoon's words were not finished. Zhang Fan suddenly reached out and hugged the pillar in the corner of the challenge arena. He raised his right knee and ran into the middle of the pillar.

There was a dull bang. The column was hit and bent to an angle of 120 degrees. All the people who saw this scene were shocked.

The pillars of the challenge arena need to bear a lot of weight. So it's all solid things made of metal. It goes without saying how strong it is. What's more, in order to protect the boxer, a lot of sponges and other things are wrapped on the column, making it a soft thing to touch. It's very good for ordinary people to punch up, let alone discount the pillars.

"Hey, I said monkey. Can you do that? Or can you be proud of Thai boxing? "

Zhang Fan turned his head and looked at Basong, who was still angry and wanted to rush up for a few seconds. His eyes were full of contempt. And bassoon just stood in the same place and kept swallowing.

Bassoon was absolutely shocked.

Even though he still thinks Thai boxing is the strongest standing fighting skill in the world. But bassoon must also admit that among all the Muay Thai masters he knows, including those who have already become famous, none of them can do what Zhang Fan just did.

"You, how did you do it?"

After a long silence, bassoon finally asked the question out of his mouth.

"What's the difficulty? It's the powerful Vajra leg of our Huaxia Shaolin Temple. Have you heard of Kung Fu football? The star master uses the strong King Kong leg. Don't talk about you, just find out all your Muay Thai masters, take turns with me one by one, and finally your legs are all broken. "

Zhang Fan had no image at all, and he sent out another middle finger. This time, however, bassoon did not have a strong reaction. But with a very complex look at Zhang Fan.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with you? If you're not afraid of breaking your leg, I'll kick you two more. "

Zhang Fan then put on a Huang Feihong posture, with his hand toward Basong hook to signal him to come forward. This is a provocation.

Bassoon gritted his teeth. Some heavy steps toward Zhang Fan took two steps.

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Fan suddenly stopped Basong.

"What's the matter?"

"Your arm is dislocated. Let you fight me like this now is bullying you. I'm not in the habit of bullying monkeys, so I'll connect my arm to you first. "

Zhang Fan said, stride to Basong's front. He reached for Bassoon's right arm.

Bassoon did not resist. He knew that if Zhang Fan wanted his life, just when he fell to the ground, Zhang Fan had countless opportunities to kill him.

Zhang Fan holds the palm of Basong's hand with one hand, holds his shoulder with the other hand, and then pushes his hands upward at the same time. With the sound of "kale", Zhang Fan puts back Basong's dislocated arm. Dislocations and bone setting are troublesome in the eyes of Western medicine, but in the hands of traditional Chinese medicine, especially experienced old Chinese medicine, it takes only a few seconds.

Although Zhang Fan is not a traditional Chinese medicine who specializes in psoriasis, he is also good at treating dislocation.

It's incredible to see Zhang Basong. Dislocations are also very difficult to deal with on their side. How could this Chinese solve this problem when he raised his hand? What the hell is this!

"Well, come on, continue your journey to death."

After watching bassoon move a few times, there was no problem. Zhang Fan stepped back a few steps to distance himself from Basong. Make that gesture again.

Bassoon is much more cautious this time. He knew that what he was facing was not a sick cat, but a tiger.

In front of this fierce tiger, as long as he has a little bad step, he will only be crushed.

"Hurry up, or you won't have a chance."

Zhang Fan checked again with his finger. He told Basong that he had given him so much treatment. It's not that Zhang Fan is so kind-hearted and has martial virtues. It's all because bassoon looked down on Chinese Kung Fu. Zhang Fan wants to teach her a lesson that she will never forget. Let the Southeast Asian monkey never dare to be ashamed again.

"Ha

Zhang Fan's words are like a starting gun. Basong, who knows that Zhang Fan is not joking, finally makes a move. A high whip leg, with the wind toward Zhang Fan's head swept past.