Even Zhao Dehai couldn't help but complain about his shamelessness.
"Brother Wu, Ye Fan has already given you five moves. How dare you ask if you dare to give in?"
Zhao Dehai held his forehead and sighed while shaking his head and complaining.
Wu Zhiyang snorted coldly and said: "Shut up! Today's shame, no matter what means I use, I will get it back!"
Zhao Dehai gave a helpless smile and reminded him kindly, but in the end he was scolded by Wu Zhiyang.
Wu Zhiyang, Wu Zhiyang! If you can find a way to get your face back, it's okay. But if you can't get it back, your shame will be lost at your grandma's house!
Wu Zhiyang can't control that much. Now that all the words have been released, now he doesn't think about anything but to save his face!
Otherwise, your reputation will be ruined in one day!
At this time, Wu Zhiyang deliberately provoked and said: "You brat! Do you dare to let me take ten more moves!"
"Okay, then I will give you ten moves now!" Ye Fan waved his hand indifferently and said lightly.
When Wu Zhiyang heard this, he was suddenly happy, but the expression on his face was pretending to be extremely calm, and he said lightly: "Okay! Then I will learn how powerful you are!"
As a result, before he was happy for a long time, Ye Fan suddenly asked, "But having said that, if I give you ten moves and you still can't beat me, what should I do?"
"It's impossible to be unbeatable!"
Wu Zhiyang looked rebellious and said proudly.
Ye Fan flicked the cigarette ashes and said calmly: "As the saying goes, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst! What if you really can't hit me?"
Wu Zhiyang had a dark face and said coldly: "If you can't fight, I will give up my martial arts skills!"
"Haha, are you serious about this?"
The corners of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer, looking very disdainful.
Wu Zhiyang was seen patting his chest, as if he was swearing, "A gentleman's words are hard to catch up with!"
When Ye Fan heard this, a playful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said with deep meaning: "You said this yourself, I didn't force you!"
When Wu Zhiyang saw this, he was startled. He always felt that Ye Fan in front of him seemed to be hiding something behind his words, which was a little weird.
But he didn't think too deeply. Instead, he snorted coldly and said with disdain: "Stop talking nonsense! Within ten moves, I will definitely be able to blow you away!"
Ye Fan did not speak, but made a very insulting move towards Wu Zhiyang... hooking his little finger!
"Whoa!"
Suddenly, Wu Zhiyang's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had eaten shit, and his face was almost turning green!
He had already pent up a fire in his heart, just waiting for it to burst out later.
Ye Fan is so arrogant, domineering and arrogant. If Wu Zhiyang doesn't teach him a lesson, how will he be able to survive in the martial arts in the future?
"You brat! This time, I will definitely defeat you!"
Wu Zhiyang gritted his teeth, roared angrily, then clenched his fists and rushed towards Ye Fan again.
"bring it on!"
Ye Fan still stood there calmly and calmly, and even had time to smoke a cigarette in his mouth, as if he didn't pay attention to him at all.
The more Wu Zhiyang looked at Ye Fan's appearance, the angrier he became, and he wished he could cut this kid into pieces right now to relieve his hatred.
"boom!"
At this moment, Wu Zhiyang hit Ye Fan hard on the side with his palm, but Ye Fan still stood motionless.
"Brother! You still have nine moves left! Seize the opportunity!" Ye Fan reminded with interest.