1156. Chapter 1156 I beat you to death in a martial arts competition 1
What made people vomit blood the most was that Murong Xitian acted like the winner before he could tell the winner. But the boss Junkui was ready to start the fight without even setting any conditions.
In martial arts competition, in addition to the level of martial arts, it also pays more attention to the performance on the spot.
In actual combat, we need to be quick, ruthless and accurate.
Whoever takes the upper hand will definitely win!
Before Jun Kui swung his fist, Murong Xitian had already dashed out like lightning. In the night, his figure was as fast as lightning, like the god of death wielding a sickle to kill people.
The moment Jun Kui felt the killing aura, it was too late to withdraw his fist to protect his body.
An afterimage flashed in front of Jun Kui's chest. Before anyone could see what was happening, Jun Kui was already frozen in place, with his arms frozen in place.
Murong Xitian, on the other hand, stood gracefully in front of Jun Kui. His dominating demeanor was like that of an emperor, making people want to worship him.
What kind of trick is this? Is it a long-lost magical acupuncture skill in the world?
"Master, what are you..." The young emperor was completely dumbfounded, "Sunflower acupoint hand?"
Murong Xitian glanced at him: "Point the acupuncture points."
Two words, unusually sonorous.
The young emperor's eyes lit up and he didn't want the gun anymore. He rushed forward to beg and begged. He just knelt down and hugged Murong Xitian's thigh: "Master, please teach me this trick!"
"No rush." Murong Xitian smiled.
He pointed at Junkui and said: "Now I have won. According to the bet, he - now is Luo'er's bodyguard."
"I'd better tell the boss myself about this." The young emperor suddenly shook his head like a rattle. He would not do such an unflattering thing.
Murong Xitian pursed his lips, walked quickly to Jun Kui, raised his finger - "shua shua shua", after three afterimages, Jun Kui suddenly stepped back, and then stood firm.
He looked at Murong Xitian in astonishment, although he grinned: "Haha, it's so interesting! I was careless just now, come on, let's do some tricks again."
"I'm willing to admit defeat. Could it be that you want to regret it?" Murong Xitian half-squinted his eyes, and a dangerous light flashed in his black pupils.
"What are you talking about? Who can regret something? We can't do it either!" Jun Kui rubbed the palms of his hands vigorously and wanted to fight, "It's not fun to fight like this. You are the master after all, so you can give me the honor to do it with us."
Give it a good shot!"
The young emperor suddenly rushed forward and hugged Junkui: "Boss, if you do it again, I will file a complaint with my second brother!"
"Go away, little brat, what else can you do besides complaining about you!" Jun Kui was a little annoyed. With a sudden movement of his arm, he threw the young emperor out.
Seeing that the young emperor was about to be thrown to pieces, he turned over the moment he landed and landed safely.
It's just that the posture is a bit awkward no matter how you look at it.
"Boss, you don't play like this. This is a foul, you are nakedly defying the referee!" The young emperor stood up with a sad face. Today, his image as a young man in the clouds was completely ruined by Jun Kui.
Jun Kui glanced sideways at the young emperor and ignored him.
He felt much more comfortable after doing this activity just now. Jun Kui raised his thumb and pointed it at himself: "This time, you win. I'll do whatever you say about the bet, but - before I say it, today is
The situation is not right, it’s not that I can’t beat you. If you want me to be convinced that I lost, let’s go back and spar again!”
Murong Xitian nodded.
"Brothers, get the gun!" Jun Kui picked up the gun on the ground and put it on his shoulder boldly, "Let's go back to Champs Elysees!"
