Whether it is an enemy or a friend, fighting against Li Jinfang is an extremely boring thing.

It is difficult for real fighting to have one move and one move. If both sides fight back and forth for half an hour, it will be impossible to decide the outcome.

But you can really determine the winner in an instant, and see life and death in one move, and there are fewer times, because that means one side is much stronger than the other.

If you go up, you will put your opponent in one go. It is still the same type because the difference in strength is too great, which makes one of them easy to be able to choose a very suitable force to knock down the person down. It makes people dizzy, and it makes people die. It can even control how long the opponent can be dizzy, so it will be boring.

The original Li Jinfang still looked fierce after hitting someone, but he was full of momentum, with a fierce look on his face, and he looked like he wanted to pick someone to beat him immediately. Now, Li Jinfang had a calm face and a compassionate face.

This kind of invisible pretentiousness is the most deadly.

Gao Yang can achieve the state of invisible display when using a gun. Just the feeling of being a scumbag in my eyes when it comes to gun skills. No matter who you are, there is no difference between you and an ant, after this state of great master comes out, you can naturally make people feel that I am a scumbag without being artificial.

But in fighting, Gao Yang's tricks are a bit despicable, and they are incomparable to Li Jinfang, so they naturally cannot learn them even if they want to.

At this time, where Li Jinfang stopped, the audience was filled with excitement, and Ravgani's face was a little uneasy.

It was blue, white, and black. Rafgani's face really seemed to be a dyeing shop.

Li Jinfang did not realize that he could let him go. He looked at the remaining four people, and none of the four people dared to ask for another fight with him.

No one responded, and Ravgani was still not saying a word, so Li Jinfang said sincerely: "Or it would be fine if you four of you can join together, I'm fine."

Andy couldn't help but laugh again. He leaned his head on Albert's shoulder and beat Albert's back, laughing like someone was pinching his neck.

Many people's eyes fell on Andy He, so Andy He raised his hand and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I just want to laugh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Rafgani breathed a long sigh, then he was the first to clap, and then said with a generous look: "Excellent, it's really amazing, but we can only have one opponent at a time, so it's better to substitute people next."

At this time, someone under Rafgani's men walked out of the queue, full of anger, and looked directly at Andy He who was smiling exaggeratedly and deserved to be beaten.

Andy He found himself targeted, coughed twice, pushed Albert aside, stretched his chest and patted him, then stood forward, nodded, and signaled to the person who was glaring at him to choose him.

Andy He was full of expectations, but Li Jinfang nodded casually after Rafgani finished speaking and said warmly: "Do you want to change someone? It's okay."

Li Jinfang couldn't walk anywhere, but he walked directly to Andy He and stood up. Then the person who wanted to choose an opponent immediately changed his sight. Without looking at Li Jinfang, he didn't even dare to teach a lesson.

When Andy He saw his opponent turning his head, he immediately became anxious. He reached out to push Li Jinfang and said anxiously: "Go away! Get out! Don't stand here with me!"

Hearing Andy He's scream, the man dared not pick on him.

His eyes swept around the crowd, and he pointed to the short and chunky Talta, who looked short and chunky.

Ravgani just wants to win now, not seek revenge, so he told his men that those who look very powerful should not let it go. The remaining four games must be won to save some face. So, knowing that Grevatov, who is very powerful, looks at the tall and strong Grolev and Albert, don't choose.

As a result, this child was also unlucky. It was not good to pick who he was, and he was the black devil.

Talta doesn't need a beating, but he just needs a beating when he smiles. He looks older and he looks older. He doesn't look like he is quick to move. If he doesn't hit him, who else can he hit him?

Talta seemed a little surprised. He pointed to his nose and nodded heavily when the opponent who picked him.

Gao Yang reached out to cover his forehead, sighed lightly, and shook his head gently. Seeing Gao Yang's appearance, Lafgani and the one who ended immediately developed strong confidence.

Talta wiped his nose, tightened his belt, and then walked to the yard with great pleasure.

Gao Yang turned his head and whispered to Grolev, "Do you think they are too lucky or have too bad eyes? Even if he chooses you, right?"

Grolev whispered: "Stop talking, I can't seem to beat people. I'm just a machine gunner and not a fighter. What if I really pick me up."

Talta walked into the field, pulled his sleeves first, then waved to his opponent, this time he was provoking his opponent.

Gao Yang really didn't know how powerful the Black Devil was in this kind of fighting, but he could never forget the Dusselev, the old KGB he met in the elevator, and the few people holding sticks and gun handles, and smashing them to death was not worth a Dusselev left a deep impression on him. Compared with the Black Devil, he was just a big deal.

The opponent yelled and Talta jumped back and forth, and then fell back and forth a few steps on the ground with his fists, just like a boxer using his steps and small movements to provoke his opponent on the stage.

"Do you want to use your fist? Then you have to hurry up."

"Hurry up, keep up."

"Ahhh, you almost hit me, continue, come again."

Talta's short and dull body dodged left and right, dodged left and right, holding his fists but refused to punch. After dodging his opponent for more than a dozen heavy blows, the fool also knew that he was playing tricks on his opponent.

I have to say that Talta is such a flexible little fat man.

"Come again!"

The opponent punched again, and Talta, who was screaming, lowered his head and flashed over. At this time, Yarebin's face looked ugly, and he used a crutch to slam the ground and coughed.

Tarta looked back and then he stopped immediately. When his opponent kicked him again, Tarta kicked his opponent's calf at a faster speed, and then a ghostly left fist hit the opponent's nose, and then his opponent immediately fell to the ground.

"Ah, fight ahhhh..."
Chapter completed!