In this case, Qu Yong has two ways. First, of course, it is his chance to avoid his sharpness until the man’s offensive is weak. However, he just wants to try what he has reached, but he also throws a monkey-shaped splash. However, his arms are waving like two golden hoops, and Shen Xiong has been better than the Xue brothers for a long time without listening to all kinds of punches and winds, tearing out a series of shrill screams.

At that time, it was like a series of hand-foot collision fights in this square after the popping sound of mature pods in autumn was amplified several times.
The whole square vibrates continuously, and the hard ground is cracked by Qu Yong, just like spider silk climbing along it. It has amazing destructive power to cast a punch and step on it.
Even if the man doesn’t attack and defend himself, Dan Jin is, after all, strong in strength and strength, which can’t be countered by strength. After more than ten punches, the man is already arm acid and numbness, chest qi and blood surge up, but he doesn’t retreat, instead, attack and defense. At the same time, another humanized defensive attack unexpectedly touches Qu Yongjiang again.
don’t go crazy not survival
After another explosion, Qu Yong, the brother of Xue surname, finally had to retire at the same time. The two men’s faces were unconsciously and quietly shaking their arms like drunken people, and Qu Yong’s hands returned to normal size. Qi and blood were scattered and looked red.
"Ha, ha, ha, happy." QuYong laughed on his back. This war made him feel comfortable in the past two days, and he couldn’t say how happy he was. "It was carefree."
Talking, he went straight to the wooden box in the distance and took out two invitations. "Here are two invitations for the decisive battle the day after tomorrow. Please attend on time."
After World War I, the Xue brothers felt that each other’s strength was as inexhaustible as the waves of the Yangtze River, and their own body was exhausted. I’m afraid that another war has already forced him to say, "I’m waiting for the outcome to be tied." Besides, QuYong has the advantage, but he is unwilling to say this because of his face. "How can I give it first?"
QuYong laughed. "The two martial arts masters of Master Xue are all first-class. Of course, this invitation should invite two people to have a good time today. What do you say?"
The two brothers looked at each other and said, "Very well". "My brother Fu Houyi, the composer, thanked me and hoped to meet him again on New Year’s Eve this year." His words were tantamount to inviting Qu Yong to the red table to eat dumplings.
Qu Yongxi said, "Thank you. Then let’s fight again."
"Good," said the two brothers. "The invitation will be sent to my brothers later and they will leave."
They took the invitation, got dressed and said goodbye again.
This world war I is not a life-and-death war. Both sides seem to have a draw, and everyone is happy. If it is really a life-and-death story, Qu Yong has six levels of assurance to kill a person and suffer some minor injuries himself. However, he has never killed a person with his own martial arts fist, even if he played black boxing that year, it will not hurt people’s lives. This is his principle of practicing boxing.
"It’s a real pleasure to meet a group of heroes today." Qu Yong felt very comfortable after World War I. In modern words, he played a hearty lol.
After the first world war, even if some people were lucky enough to make a profit, the villain lost his mind.
It’s already night at dusk. What is the first thing to do? Eat, but Qu Yong hasn’t eaten yet.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes in that square have been cold for a long time. He didn’t mean to eat them, but the dish was for the person who took the invitation, not for him. He didn’t eat it.
Qu Yong got up and clapped his hands and said to himself, "It would be great if there were three bowls of rice, a bowl of fried vegetables and a meat dish at this time."
Well, he doesn’t ask much. It’s best to have a full stomach and some vegetarian dishes.
The man behind the scenes who had never appeared didn’t disappoint Qu Yong this time. Soon there was a beautiful red jujube dish in the middle of three bowls of white rice, which was fried Flammulina velutipes and shredded radish with beef and stomach rice.
Qu Yong is full, too. He wipes his mouth and continues to wait.
The night is charming. Now, if you don’t have the strength, fighters can drool at a distance and take a look at the dead for the heart.
There must be a lot of energy, and it must not be too little, but they are not as blessed as the Xue brothers. They are not opponents themselves, and they have always been able to wait and see.
There is not a small number of places now.
Still no one to wait, unbearable loneliness to wait.
Wait until the willow is at the top of the tree.
"Since no one has come, should I send a big bed to let me have a good sleep at this time?"
He is not ready to leave, but he has to wait for someone to come in this square. This method is simple and idiotic, but it seems to be very rich.
The big bed was not a big bed this time, but far exceeded Qu Yong’s needs. It was a house.
It was a small wooden house that was moved in, and a small retractable ladder was stretched out from the wooden house after the car was transported and parked.
Qu Yong walked the ladder and walked into a narrow, narrow, small door. There was no bed in it, but the tatami was clean. Although it was small, it had everything, and there was a small gold toilet.
Qu Yong took a look around and found that he was still satisfied, except that there was no ventilation outside the window, which was a small humble abode.
Man is a strange animal. The bigger the room, the colder it feels. The smaller the room, the warmer life.
Qu Yong is really curious about who this person is behind the scenes who has always met his various requirements.
He is thinking that if this person is good at martial arts or if he asks, he may still be given an invitation.
He thought that he had been lying on the tatami and then let himself think about something.
Suddenly the hut moved slightly and seemed to be moving forward, like walking.
"What’s the matter? No wonder someone is joking with me." But he didn’t panic. He got up lazily and gently deducted two at the door where he came in.
With this button, he suddenly realized that something was really wrong, because the door was locked and locked tightly.
"Drink" QuYong stretched out a palm and suddenly blood perfusion became nearly twice as big, and the veins stood out like black iron.
Dan Jin’s master is condensed into a spirit, and a little stone can crack the monument. The condition is a small door panel.
"Coax" him with a cannon-boxing, which directly hit the door. Even a piece of iron plate didn’t tear him apart, at least there was a big gravure.
"Bang" loud noise echoed in the small hut. The wooden board wrapped on the surface of the door was really falling apart, but there were several small metacarpal pits on the special alloy steel plate behind the wood.
And QuYong’s own hand was still dull pain.
This board is not only made of titanium alloy, but also has a layer of cotton and lead in its center, which can greatly absorb the strength of fighters and is specially designed to deal with people with excessive martial arts such as Qu Yong.