Before everyone could see clearly what happened, Fang Qi was easily forced to the edge of the ring by Jin Yao, and then let out a exclamation, and fell down the stage with a loud bang, unable to get up for a long time.
Everyone was shocked and dumbfounded. In comparison, the pros and cons were immediately obvious. The housekeeper beside Ma San was so powerful and she really couldn't be provoked.
"I didn't expect that Sister Yao's martial arts is so powerful." Lan Shan was also surprised.
"Hehe, the real person doesn't show her face. If Lao Ma thinks so highly of her, she must not just do errands and imitate her tongue." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"My eyes are dazzled, how did Sixth Senior Brother get beaten down?" Lan Shan asked.
"It's very simple. Fang Qi lacked defense, and Jin Yao quickly took the lead. Her kung fu is very special, specializing in hitting the joints of bones." Ding Fan said.
"I see, I will ask her for advice in the future."
"You can't learn. You are not as patient as Sister Yao, and you will hurt others if you take action." Ding Fan waved his hand.
"Why is uncle not so friendly to Master?" Lan Shan couldn't understand.
"The money was wasted, and you haven't learned your skills. Masan feels that Dongfang Xu only cares about making money, and the followers are too perfunctory. When they come here, they don't talk about rushing to compete, but also advertise for Chongwu Sect. It's too worldly."
"It's annoying. You always look like you've seen through the world." Lan Shan rolled her eyes and agreed with Ding Fan's statement. Her current level is barely on par with Yan Xiaoyun.
Jin Yao won, jumped off the ring, and returned to his seat.
Dongfang Xu looked ugly, but he kept his word and sent someone to deliver a check for two million.
Masan took it and without even looking at it, he kneaded it into a ball and threw it aside.
What a waste of money!
The prodigal old gangster doesn’t like giving it to Brother Fan!
I just don’t know if it has been crushed or not and can it still be used after being picked up?
While Ding Fan was regretting, Long Yan stood up and finally came to the ring. He stood with his legs spread apart and his hands folded on his lower abdomen. The powerful aura emanating from his body immediately made the surrounding area quiet.
He had the appearance of a warrior, stable and upright, which made Ding Fan envious. But when he thought about how he damaged his desk, he felt angry all over again.
"Xiaofan, please pay attention to safety." Bai Yifei's voice trembled.
"Hey, old man Dongfang just said, I'll be back in half a minute." Ding Fan smiled nonchalantly, stood up and waved around, as if he was the star of the audience.
"Brother Fan is mighty, Brother Fan will win!"
Under the leadership of Fang Meiqian, the models shouted loudly and raised the plastic bouquets in their hands. From a distance, it looked like a sea of flowers.
"I love you!" Ding Fan pouted and blew a kiss in a long arc that covered the entire audience.
"Brother Fan will win and will never be defeated for eternity!" Chi Li raised her arms and shouted.
The models were stunned for a moment, and then they also shouted in unison. This made everyone present laugh. Gui Qingyue laughed so hard that her belly trembled, and she had to cover it with both hands, fearing that she might have fetal gas!
The winger also swept away the haze of defeat and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
"What are you doing!" Fu Dongyang looked disdainful.
Bai Yifei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she also applauded and cheered. Amid the cheers of the models, Ding Fan proudly left his seat, stood at the bottom of the ring, and stretched out his hand towards the top.
"Dragon Flame!" Ding Fan shouted.
"Please give me your advice!" Long Yan said politely, cupping his fists.
"Pull me up!"
Long Yan originally had a good posture, but was instantly confused. Knowing that Ding Fan did it on purpose, he smiled helplessly and still bent down and stretched out a hand.
"Thank you!"
Ding Fan stepped on the wooden board on the side of the ring, gritted his teeth and glared, jumped up, and finally climbed onto the ring with the help of Long Yan's upward pull.
However, an unexpected scene occurred. Ding Fan was pulled up, but Long Yan was unstable and fell off the stage.
"Haha, I won! I won!"
Ding Fan suddenly took off his suit jacket, raised his arms, and ran around the field, cheering and announcing victory.
Chi Li quickly raised her hands and shouted slogans! The models began to shake the bouquets in their hands again and shouted in unison: "Brother Fan is mighty, Brother Fan will win!"
This time, Ling Zifeng was amused, and even the old Yintian-faced Masan started laughing! The master laughed, and Jin Yao's face softened and she whispered, "She is quite cute."
Ma San's smile immediately faded, and Jin Yao quickly lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.
"Cheating! It doesn't count, cheating!"
Yan Xiaoyun jumped to his feet and shouted, and there were also echoes. It was Fu Dongyang who hated Ding Fan deeply, and he also shouted cheating. The bodyguards behind him also shouted loudly!
Long Yan, who was standing in the audience, had a gloomy expression, not because Ding Fan had teased him, but because he discovered that the playful Ding Fan was actually a formidable opponent!
Who is Long Yan? How could he, the great disciple of Chongwu Sect, fall off the ring so easily? At the moment when his hands came into contact, Long Yan only felt numbness in his wrists, along with a numbness all over his body, and then his body became unstable and he fell.
Go down.
Ding Fan has great internal strength, and he obviously used his true energy to attack, but he boasts a body of steel, but he can't withstand this impact!
"Since so many people are against it, forget it. Brother Long, come up!"
Ding Fan scratched his head, sighed reluctantly, and picked up the clothes thrown on the ring and put them on again.
Long Yan jumped up and came to the ring again. His eyes shot out light, aiming at the acupuncture point on Ding Fan's chest. Without saying a word, he quickly attacked.
Long Yan has mastered the essence of Wuyingquan. The speed of punching and the accuracy of hitting acupuncture points are astonishing.
"so amazing!"
Ding Fan looked horrified, and ran away with his head in his hands. If you look carefully, you can even find that Ding Fan's hair was hit by Long Yan's fist wind, and the ground looked like a rice field after the rain!
Long Yan chases and fights fiercely, and Ding Fan runs away with his head in his hands. The scene on the field is quite funny!
However, experts can all see that Ding Fan is just pretending. Long Yan's fierce attack failed to hit him at all.
Ma San stared at the ring tightly, his eyes unblinking, Dongfang Xu also leaned half of his body, feeling horrified in his heart.
The disciple of Taoist Master Shenxuan is indeed extraordinary. It is incredible that he can run at such a speed with such messy footsteps!
Both of them ran into shadows and turned countless times on the ring. Finally, Long Yan stopped, while Ding Fan leaned on his knees, breathing heavily and retching several times.
It looks very painful.
"Ding Fan, don't run away, you're a man, just fight him head-on!" Long Yan said angrily, holding his arms.
"OK!"
Bang bang bang!
Ding Fan rushed forward and punched Long Yan several times in succession, all of which hit Long Yan's chest, causing the muscles above to undulate and tremble. Long Yan's eyes were round, and he didn't realize until he felt severe pain in his chest that he had been attacked.
Got it!
"Damn, my hand hurts so much!" Ding Fan stepped back and shook his hand vigorously, with a look of pain on his face.