MTL - Martial Arts Master-Chapter 19 "challenge" (request for votes)

Since this time, Wu Dong’s heart has always had a fire. After being instigated by the young man, he silenced for a few seconds and slowly nodded: “That line, I will help you look around.”

"Good!" The young man stood up and stretched his body.

The tattoo youth put down the beer bottle and cautiously asked: "How about the strength of the kid? How many amateurs?"

Wu Dong haha ​​smiled: "Reassured, a rookie, only began to practice martial arts, amateur nine products are not, you can easily pack him anyway."

Young people and tattoo youths dropped out of school early, and they embarked on the road of mixed society. Usually, they often fight and fight. Some of them are in a good position. In order to take the lead, they deliberately made Chen Changhua and Wu Dong to study the regular martial arts. For more than two years, although they have eaten and drank. There are a lot of gambling samples, but the practice is still diligent, and there are often "practices", all of which have reached the strength of the amateur seven products, so Wu Dong is very reassured that they have learned the building.

"That's not easy yet? Make sure you are satisfied with the winter brother!" The young man with a smile followed.

The tattoo youth thought for a moment: "Wait a minute, whoever speaks the Northeast, teach me two sentences."

"Ah?" Wu Dong and the young head of the inch are all looking blank.

Tattoo youth explained: "Song Dahao is the best university in Songcheng. It is famous all over the country. If we are mixed here, it will be easy to plant. We are measured, but we are not sure. Maybe? Which professor teacher has hit it? Right now, it’s dark, I can’t see a big face, I’m going to use the Northeast dialect, I’m really out of the situation, I can’t find us, right?”

"Yes is." Wu Dong is most afraid that they will be found, and thus hurt themselves.

The young man of the inch does not understand: "Which black light is on fire, which teacher professor will run here?"

"Black light bonfire about a female student is not beautiful?" Tattoo youth * 淫 * smile answer.

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Along the lakeside path, the building is jogging to the place where the practice of the piles is practiced. The half of the micro-water lake reflects the lights of the dormitory area and the teaching area. It seems that there is a silver sea hanging upside down, bit by bit, all of them are black, and the other half is black. Quiet and deep, occasionally you can see the street lamp projection, the edge is a stone can stimulate a lot of "wild", but also the building is now.

Observing the habits of the warriors around him, after a period of hard training, he has already internalized this into instinct. During the running, he saw two figures in the woods of the lake, and he took a look at the subconscious.

The tattoo youth immediately shouted a bit:

"What are you?"

"I didn't see anything, I'm sorry." Lou Cheng was embarrassed. I didn't expect this to trigger a squabble. He didn't want to mess with things, so he returned with a gentle tone.

Although he was arrogant and daring, he had thought about encountering the bridges of rogue heroes to save the United States. However, when he met, his usual personality and habits still dominated. Moreover, Shi Laotou also said that modern society is a legal society. If you are brave, you can't get on the table. As a warrior, you are not afraid of things, but you can try not to cause trouble.

"Mom got a bazi, but dare to blame BB..." The tattoo youth rushed to learn these two sentences. I didn't dare to say more. I used my eyes to indicate that the young man was going to block the building into the front, moving his footsteps and breaking his back.

Lou Cheng is not a fool, the other imposing manners quickly reflected in his mind, the heart has a judgment:

"This is intentional to cause trouble!"

And seeing them in the package and still maintain the footwork, obviously has a level of amateur nine or more!

——Ordinary people practice their fists and feet, and they don’t pay much attention to the footwork. They can still maintain the footwork in the usual fights, and they must be practicing the family!

The two sides are not far apart, and they are the distance that they can immediately fight when they are squatting. Seeing the young man’s slap in the next second, he will fan his face, and the building suddenly flashes to the side, speeding up the pace, winning Run to the woods.

Run to the woods...

Ran……

Ran!

The young man and the tattooed youth face each other. For a moment, they were somewhat stunned. Did the TM run away?

According to their experience, when encountering contradictions, everyone will try to explain or argue with reason. Even if it is possible to fight, the reaction of the weak is to be ruthless, and the courageous guy will try to fight one until it is obvious. I just started to run, who knows that the guy just said nothing, running TM is faster than rabbit!

Hey! run? See where you are going! The two men came back and spit, ran to chase down the building, and the facial muscles were twisted and twisted, which was a bit shameful.

Behind the footsteps, Lou Cheng did not dare to stop, dressed in the sparse woods of the lake, wearing the terrain, and soon went to the road outside the forest, that is, where he usually practiced endurance.

This road leads to the teaching area and extends to the school hill. The mountain is not high. It is only ten meters long. It is more suitable for “Qiu”. It has the largest library in Songcheng, and this road is winding around the hill. To the west of Guangzhao, which is still under construction, Loucheng stumbled and rushed to the hill.

The young man and the tattoo youth whispered through the woods and saw the building escaping to the hill.

This kid is in a hurry!

Originally, he fled to the teaching area, and the two of them would not dare to cause trouble again. Now, wait for the pine bones!

When the two men passed through the woods, Wu Dong, who was waiting for the good play, couldn’t sit still, for fear that they had a temper, made a big mess, and implicated himself, and quickly followed behind, trying to catch up.

Chasing, running, chasing, running, the young people who are eating and drinking, gambling, and the youth of tattoos soon began to gasp, and the distance between them and the building was a little bit bigger, and both of them gradually Give up.

Hey! I want to go to the five streets in one breath!

At this moment, they found that the front floor was slowed down, so they looked at each other with a smile and a look of excitement and cruelty.

We can't run, this kid must be able to run!

Hold on again, wait for it to catch up and make him look good!

After urging Yu Yong and bypassing the hill, the two chased after the Western District, which was still in the wasteland. After chasing, the distance between the two sides was a little closer. However, after running for a while, the young people could not hold up. Down, gasping for breath:

"Hey, call, hey, this, this kid, TM, TM, can run too."

Tattoo youth ran two more steps, but also could not support it, bending back, holding his hands on his knees, and looking at the building and getting farther and farther.

"Run, run old, soft hands, soft feet..." He spoke like pulling the bellows and his chest undulating.

The latter Wu Dong also chased it up at this time, panting, cold sweat, seeing the two no longer moving forward, suddenly relieved, stopped not far away, frequently do retching, it seems that even breathing gasp But it is coming.

"Forget it, forget it, no need, wave, waste time..." Smoking hurts the lungs, and the lungs breathe a sigh of relief. Wu Dong ran so long, feeling that there was a bit of blackness in front of him.

His voice just fell, his eyes suddenly solidified, only to see the front of the dark, a figure through the desolate, ran back, it is exactly the building!

"You..." Tattoo youth and inch-headed youth gasped and screamed.

This kid even dared to run back?

Staring at them, they only saw the floor as usual, the breathing was gentle, and they couldn’t see the signs of running long distances!

I am jealous, this TM is, what is the monster! Young people and young people with tattoos have a terrible feeling.

Looking at the big breath, the three people who opened each other's distance, the floor was smiling with a smile, and they didn't talk. They rushed to the top, punched their fists, and passed their muscles to the back, guiding the fists, and combining the strength of the whole body. One share, the strength of the tiger and the tiger hit the middle of the chest of the young man.

The young man in the head is about to dodge, raise his hand and fight back, but his hands and feet are sore, and he has almost not breathed in one breath. The movement is slow, and he is directly hit by a fist.

Boom!

In the muffled sound, the young man in the middle of the inch slammed the middle fist, the bones were sore, almost closed, and even retired two steps, and the building was not chaotic, followed closely, holding down his two shoulders, then his feet, He slammed him to the tattoo youth who came to the siege, and hit the same soft-skinned opponent.

Of course, Lou Cheng will not let go of this opportunity. One step, the back is twisted, the whip leg kicks out, and the young man’s left leg is facing the bone.

"what!"

The tattooed youth screamed, although it was not broken, but it was also painful to roll and roll, and like the young man who was almost closed, lost the fighting power in a short time.

To solve them, Lou Cheng, who looked at the strong support and rushed to the nearest Wu Dong, smiled slightly:

"It turns out that Master Wu wants to teach me, then I can only ask you one or two."

Wu Dong looks sullen and gasping:

"I am tired, Lao Tzu, are you not tired? Everyone, everyone is each other!"

I am a master of amateur two! Which green onion do you count?

Sorry, I am really not tired... The building is calm and well-started, and the eyes are eager to try.

Although Wu Dong is a master of amateur second-class products, Master said that he was hollowed out by tobacco and alcohol, and it is already half-waste. Now he is tired, his hands are soft and soft, and his breathing is difficult. Challenge, actual combat, then what martial arts training?

PS: I would like to recommend a ticket, I am going to the home page~