Chapter 237: If you have no words, just focus on sincerity

Tie Yan'er pursed her lips, and she heard everyone's words, and was puzzled. She had seen Zhou Xiaoxing's Foshan Shadowless Foot. After kicking seven feet, the big tree in the vegetable garden maintained a blink of a decent look and then fell down.

It is estimated that the big tree is at least older than Lei Yixiao. The latter has some martial arts skills, and it is not like the big tree that can only stand quietly. Even if he can avoid it, doesn’t Zhou Xiaoxing still have the Drunken Fist?

Two-pronged approach can always defeat Lei Yixiao.

The corners of her eyes raised, and she felt that her thoughts were wrong, but judging from the power of Zhou Xiaoxing's Foshan Shadow Foot, there were not many opponents in the world, and the reason why she had the idea that Zhou Xiaoxing might not be able to beat Lei Yixiao... It's not her fault, she was led by the atmosphere on the scene.

Huang Feihong also had this kind of psychological process. He was worried, suspicious, surprised, and blamed him. Then he was stunned when he looked back into the house.

What's going on in the house?

The two of them fought together, and the boxing speed was so fast that everyone could not keep up with the naked eye, so they had to open their mouths and their chins fell off.

"Foshan's shadowless feet...ao...you are not..."

Only then did the audience realize that Zhou Xiaoxing was not trustworthy and used Foshan Wuyingjiao. While he was confused, he felt very happy.

"Well, I have nothing to say, it's what you said...ah...Yihequan..."

Yes, Lord Zhou never said that he just had an ant at his feet, looking down at whether he had stepped on it.

I learned that I would do the same in the future when I fight with others.

Lord Zhou is wise. He has to do this to deal with Lei Yixiao's flop.

I don’t know if Lord Zhou needs someone to testify. I can do it. My eyes, two ears, hands and feet can prove that Lord Zhou has never said that he would not use his unique skills.

......

Everyone was making excuses for Zhou Xiaoxing in their hearts, but they didn't know the answer. The more serious Zhou Xiaoxing played, the happier everyone was. It seemed that they also participated in a piece of the boxing and feet of Zhou Xiaoxing.

"Well, you can use Drunk Fist without drinking. Are you the biggest me?"

Lei Yixiao knelt alone and slowly withdrew his legs. When he raised his eyes, Zhou Xiaoxing stepped forward, his hands curled up and hit the air, as if he was drunk, half-zealous, half-crazy, with a prominent eyeball, and was like a drunk man.

I turned around and swept the side, and there were many wine jars and the other one was not broken. What was Zhou Xiaoxing doing?

Scare him.

"Tieguai Li, I'm really drunk when I hit my knees."

As soon as these words were said, Zhou Xiaoxing fell forward heavily, forcing Lei Yixiao to retreat repeatedly. The latter was like a large stone, and his speed was uncontrollable until there was no way behind Lei Yixiao. He pulled his hands with his hands and pulled down the thatched hut and smashed them straight on them.

To be precise, it was hit on him alone, and Zhou Xiaoxing squatted in his arms without any injury.

Damn it.

"good!"

The audience outside the venue cheered loudly, and now the vision was completely broadened.

As soon as the thatched hut fell, a black man with a little straw on his head came out. It was Lei Yixiao. Then, his stomach moved in the direction, Zhou Xiaoxing, who stood up as if he was yawning and stretching, quickly took two steps back and posed in a warm-up position.

"This is called Han Zhongli, you can walk down and hold the crow in the heart of the crow."

“Hahahaha, OK, OK.”

It hurt so much. Zhou Xiaoxing punched him more than ten times when he left. Now his stomach hurts so much that he is Lei Yixiao, he wants to face him, endure the pain and stand up, laughing wildly.

"Clang clang clang clang clang..."

When the thatched hut fell, it hit the wine jar on the ground. It was cracked and it would not be broken for the time being without any big noise. Lei Yixiao was sacrificed all of them.

"Why are you so unhappy with wine?"

Zhou Xiaoxing sneered and complained fiercely that he hated people who waste food the most. Wine is the periphery of food, so don’t you know how to cherish it?

I picked up a wine jar and knew that it would not be complete. I wanted this position. Sure enough, what I fell into Zhou Xiaoxing's hand was a jar.

He held it on his elbow, turned several times, and tried to drink. He leaned back. The light swept to Lei Yixiao and bending down to pick up the rope on the ground. He threw it hard for the moment when the altar stopped. He cut the rope and cut Lei Yixiao's hand.

It hurts very much, not saying it, just laughing.

"Sort, Lu Dongbin, the drunken pot is powerful, it is very suitable for your taste."

"Hahahaha, usually, is there any?"

He lowered his head quickly, picked up a rope that was far away, and waved his mission. The rope was not very harmful at all. Lei Yixiao and his strength, coupled with a flexible and powerful technique, the rope was like a long snake, spitting a letter, and greedily jumping towards Zhou Xiaoxing.

Just a rope.

"Old Zhang Guo, drunk, throw a cup and kick a series of people."

He shouted loudly, stumbled and avoided the long snake, and his feet kept sweeping forward. The fragments of the wine jar on the ground bounced up from the ground one after another. As Zhou Xiaoxing kicked his feet alternately, the long snake was hit seven inches. In less than one breath, it scattered into several petals and fell down.

Lei Yixiao pulled the last time, and he threw himself into the air, and fell to the ground, pushing your lungs, it hurts so much, I greeted your whole family for me, jumped up with both feet, and stood up again.

"Hahahahaha, but that's it."

Dead duck.

"Mr. Lei, yes, it's OK, the defense ability is not bad, the front and back are covered in bruises, and you can still stand up."

As soon as the words fell, he took two steps forward, and his right hand pinched Lei Yixiao's wrist stretched out from the conditioned reflex, held his breath and held his mind, and grabbed it hard. Zhou Xiaoxing took a look and his joints were dislocated.

"ah!"

He clenched his left fist and hit Lei Yixiao's chest.

"ah!"

Another punch.

"ah!"

Three punches in a row.

Don't play like this.

"You, what are you doing, you're attacking so closely."

He is quite easy to learn, and he is not a stingy person. You ask this to satisfy you.

"Han Xiangzi, grab your wrist and hit your chest and play the flute drunk."

After saying this, Zhou Xiaoxing let go of his hand, lay back, easily picked up half of the rope on the ground, pouted and blew it twice.

Of course there is no sound.

"you......"

Lei Yixiao laughed and took action this time. With the gravity of his teeth, he spit out a large mouthful of blood. Before he could dry it, his hands formed a fist and rushed directly to Zhou Xiaoxing.

Hungry tigers rush to eat?

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Zhou Xiaoxing temporarily thought of a name for this move. He was not very satisfied, so let's just use it for now.

"Lan Caihe, Dan Ti toast to break the waist."

He took a step back and half-lying body to the right, threw away the rope in his hand, picked up a jar, threw it in front of Lei Yixiao, and made a toast position. His body tilted, hugged Lei Yixiao across his waist, and quickly threw it forward.

"Mr. Lei, I'll train you when I'm tired of doing things like Me-Brother. I'll teach you. Eat less food in the future, it's too heavy."

“Hahahahahaha…”

This was not Lei Yixiao's voice, but the ridicule of the audience outside the venue. Tie Yan'er was the happiest, so happy that she couldn't stop and directly slapped the big black bag beside her.

True Man Kong moved a few times, couldn't avoid it, gave up, dared not speak out, and saw Lei Yixiao being beaten so hard that he couldn't get up, and he felt chills behind him when he saw Lei Yixiao being beaten so hard that he couldn't get up.

He had privately discussed with Lei Yixiao, but was no match for the latter. When he saw this scene, he was afraid and very glad.

Fortunately, Tie Yan'er caught him. If it were Zhou Xiaoxing, he would probably not be in a black bag, but in a mass grave, dying with his eyes open.

When the man in the middle asked him to do it, he would do it, and there was no reason to be unable to live with his own life.

Seeing that Zhou Xiaoxing's drunken fist was not in shape, Huang Feihong was very ecstatic. If his drunken fist was both in shape and spirit, and had the strongest killing ability, he could kill people in minutes, then Zhou Xiaoxing's drunken fist was to punch casually, and the way of playing depends on the mood. The moves were sometimes dissipated, just like Zhou Xiaoxing was playing a game. He thought that the damage of boxing would be achieved, easy and natural.

Seeing Zhou Xiaoxing dealing with Lei Yixiao, in Huang Feihong's eyes, it was not like a competition, but like a master showing his disciples the way of playing Drunken Fist, or the highest level.

Whether you can understand it depends on the qualifications of the disciples.

Huang Feihong has talent, so he can understand it. As for whether he can see it at first sight or does it wrong, it depends on how much effort he is willing to put into it.

He has talent, and compared with Zhou Xiaoxing, he has sesame seeds and watermelons.

He sniffed a nose, stood up with his eyes on the thatched hut, studied hard, and nothing unexpected happened, and there were few moves of drunken fist.

Lei Yixiao struggled twice from the ground, but didn't get up, and didn't want to give up, so he couldn't give up. He gritted his teeth and stared at Zhou Xiaoxing fiercely, laughing loudly.

His original name was Lei Fei. After learning Yihe Fist, he fought invincible hands all over Guangdong. He was proud and complacent, arrogant and looked down on others. He changed his name to Lei Yixiao. The meaning is very simple. In this world, only he can laugh, and any fight with him can only cry.

After hearing about Huang Feihong's title of fists and feet, he specially transferred to Foshan for advice. He did have some skills, but that's also a bit. He took himself in for a few blind-eyed brothers. If he hadn't been lucky enough to win his centipede team today.

This is nothing. Zhou Xiaoxing, a gentle and kind little white-faced person, is so capable of fighting. He doesn't have the ability to fight back for the first time when he fights.

He doesn't believe it.

He tucked his arm on his thigh, and screamed "ah" and bit his lower lip with the pain, and stood up.

Zhou Xiaoxing tightly closed his lips. Isn’t it a bit cruel? Lei Yixiao had an iron plate with a small iron nail on his arm. If this arm goes down, more than a dozen Rong Mamas will do it together. It’s too...

I don’t know how to describe it, but he wouldn’t treat himself like this anyway. His body and hair are affected by his parents and dare not hurt him.
To be continued...