The fists of the Tibetan people were black and red, the size of a hammer, and when held together, they were really like a purple gold copper hammer. His arm swung down hard, and his fist was windy, if it hit Qi Yong this time, it would be possible for his brains to burst out.

The onlookers around them all held their breath at the moment, nervously looking at the battle situation in the middle, and they didn't dare to come out, and their hearts were tightly gripped.

But seeing Qi Yong's extremely sensitive waist, he not only dodged the fist of the Tibetan man, but also stretched out his leg and swept towards the foot and neck of the Tibetan man. The Tibetan man was shaped like a tower, and Qi Yong's kick was on his leg, as if he had kicked on a thick wall, and there was no movement. Qi Yong knew that he was categorically inferior to this Tibetan man by virtue of his strength, so when he held his hands on the ground again, his body bounced up, and he went around the back of the Tibetan man, hooked his arm, strangled his neck, locked his legs, clamped his waist, and actually rode on the back of the Tibetan man. One hand grabbed him by the neck, and the other began to ram open towards his face.

The Tibetan man grabbed Qi Yong's arm around his neck with both hands and dragged it hard, trying to turn Qi Yong over to him, but he didn't think that Qi Yong's two legs were still tightly clamping his waist, and he dragged it a few times, but he couldn't pull Qi Yong after all, but he was beaten by Qi Yong several times.

The Tibetan man was annoyed for a while, roared angrily, and suddenly kicked his legs and jumped high, his back was down and he was about to fall to the ground, trying to press Qi Yong under his back. Qi Yong reacted extremely quickly, and he already knew what he was going to do when the Tibetan man jumped up, so he immediately let go of the Tibetan man and kicked his feet on his waist. Use this force to turn your head backwards. Stood still on the ground. The Tibetan man slammed his back to the ground with a bang, and a cloud of flying ash swayed.

"Hey, hey, I said this man, are you itching on your back and rubbing on the ground?" Qi Yong was not in a hurry to chase after him, and said to the Tibetan man with a poor smile.

Everyone saw that Qi Yong seemed to be very relaxed, and when they saw that the Tibetan man was at a loss, they received a few fists from Qi Yong in the face without saying anything. also smashed himself to the ground, and now he heard Qi Yong say this, so he burst into laughter.

The Tibetan man suddenly threw his legs back, and his body turned over and jumped up directly backwards, and when he came to Qi Yong, he pulled Qi Yong forward with a fist. Qi Yong only cared about his poor mouth, and this time he saw his fist coming coldly, and he couldn't hide anymore, so he had to hurriedly raise his arms to block his chest, and let the big man's fist smash on it. Suddenly, I felt a huge force go straight into my body along my arm, and my arm was numb. There was also a surge of qi and blood in his chest, and he staggered back a few steps and sat on the ground.

I couldn't help but regret in my heart, I should have been so careless and poor, and I was quick to talk for a while, but I lost the advantage I had gained, not to mention, and I lost face.

At the moment, he didn't dare to split up again, so he hurriedly turned on the spot, dodged the kick stepped on by the Tibetan man, and took advantage of the gap between turning over and avoiding on the spot, and jerked hard at the knee of the Tibetan man with one hand, and a numbness went up the leg of the Tibetan man, which made him can't help but weaken his legs and feet, and almost stumbled to the ground.

The Tibetan man was also solemn in his heart, and immediately flashed away, and opened some distance from Qi Yong, and the two stared at each other again and confronted each other.

The fight between the two is not gorgeous, it's just that you punch me and kick me, you hit me, you dodge, you retreat and I chase, there is no routine or order, it looks a bit like a street scuffle. But he went straight to the most vulnerable place on his body, in Xia Hongsheng's words, it was simple and rude, direct and effective.

This is the kung fu used in the military formation, not paying attention to whether the moves are beautiful or not, only paying attention to how to defeat the enemy with one blow at the fastest speed, so that the opponent loses the ability to resist.

"Qi Yong has worked hard these days." Yi Qiulou nodded beside him, very satisfied with Qi Yong's performance.

"Well, it's just too much talking, otherwise how can you get hurt." A voice suddenly came from the side, startling Xia Hongsheng, and quickly turned around, only to see that it was Li Feng who appeared behind him without knowing when.

"Old man, can you not be so elusive, it's easy to scare people!" Xia Hongsheng saw that it was Li Feng, and said in his heart that this old monster is becoming more and more elusive, it is all behind his back, and he doesn't even have a breath, isn't it already a demon!

Li Feng was happy, arched his hand towards Xia Hongsheng, and said with a smile: "The old slave is guilty, he shocked Xiahou, Xiahou forgives his sin!" ”

Xia Hongsheng rolled his eyes at him: "Fake! It's too fake! There is no one who wants me to forgive my sins, and I will ask Your Majesty to call you back to the palace and suffocate you! ”

Li Feng was not annoyed at all, smiled even more, and said, "Oh, that's the death hole of the old slave!" The old slave has been in the palace for most of his life, and now he can finally look at the sky outside, Xiahou is still gracious, don't let the old slave go back! ”

He actually likes to follow Xia Hongsheng, because Xia Hongsheng respects him enough, and this respect is not like the cautious and trembling fear of other little eunuchs in the palace when they see him, and there is no contempt in his heart because of his eunuch status, even if he is complimented verbally and physically. Sometimes it makes him have an illusion, making him ignore that the Hou Ye in front of him is only fifteen years old, and he feels like a friend of the same generation.

As for Xia Hongsheng, he really didn't regard him as an old eunuch, but as a warm-hearted old man who watched the gate in his former unit. The doorkeeper is also a powerful character, once a broom to beat the thief who climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to steal things from the unit, and no one in the unit would look down on this uncle.

In this way, the two of them are getting along very well.

"These two people are comparable, and they can't tell the winner if they continue to fight. It will be difficult to make a lose-lose situation, and it will be difficult to improve in the future. Li Feng looked at the two who were still fighting there, shook his head and sighed, and said.

"Then you can't just stop it." Xia Hongsheng said: "No matter how close the two are, if we stop at this time, it will seem that Qi Yong has lost." ”

"The old slave has no choice but to help." Li Feng looked left and right, squatted down and grabbed a few soybean-sized stones, and then straightened up to look at the competition inside. (To be continued.) )