The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The remaining thugs were devastated and didn't know what to do.

The Zhu family father and son are scary, but the young man in front of him is not easy to talk to.

He said he would hit, and seeing his companions who were screaming, the thugs were all terrified.

If they continue to fight, they will end up in the same way.

Zhu Zhufan's father's face was livid, he already understood the situation.

It would be useless to drive the rest of the thugs to fight the young man.

He took a deep breath, thought for a while, took off his shirt and threw it to Zhu Zhufan, walked forward shirtless, squeezed his fist, and said to Ye Zhibing: "Young man is very skilled, uncle, I haven't done it myself for many years. Let me make an exception for you today."

Ye Zhibing understood what Zhu Zhufan's father meant, that is, he was going to fight himself.

"Uncle." Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, "You are so old, if I fight you, you won't think I'm bullying you, will you?"

Zhu Zhufan's father squeezed out a smile and said, "No, young man. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation is better than the old ones. Although I am old, I still have ambitions. Let me ask you for advice."

Since the other party didn't think he was being bullied because he was old, Ye Zhibing said with peace of mind, "Okay, I promise to satisfy you, uncle. I'll give you three tricks."

Zhu Zhufan's father thought about it for a while, and thought that he could use Ye Zhibing's concession, what if he could be dealt with?
Wouldn't that make a lot of money?
Even if you don't get it done, you can figure out the reality of the other party, and you are not at a loss.

Zhu Zhufan's father laughed and said, "Then let it go, young man."

"You're welcome."

Ye Zhibing stood still, watching Zhu Zhufan's father's actions with cold eyes.

Zhu Zhufan's father thought for a moment, then approached Ye Zhibing slowly, and stopped at a distance of more than one meter, thinking about how he should make a move.

After thinking about it for a while, he is old and must fight quickly, otherwise his strength will not be comparable to that of young people.

Ye Zhibing kept his eyes focused and vigilant, watching Zhu Zhufan's father's movements.

After a moment of stalemate, Zhu Zhufan's father launched an attack first. He used the toe of his left leg as a fulcrum, turned his body and kicked his right leg.

This kick is powerful and heavy, very powerful.

Ye Zhibing couldn't help admiring, this uncle is considered a talent for being able to make such skillful movements at such an age.

He stepped back lightly, allowing Zhu Zhufan's father's kick to miss.

Seeing his father kicking the air, Zhu Zhufan, who had been staring at him, shouted in disappointment: "Dad, come on, beat him to death."

The driver of Zhu's family next to him was calmer, and comforted Zhu Zhufan, saying: "This is still the beginning, young master, take your time, the master will definitely take care of that kid."

"must be able to."

Zhu Zhufan clenched his fists to cheer for his father.

On the field, Zhu Zhufan's father was a little surprised. His attack was very fast, which is his famous stunt. Unexpectedly, he was easily dispelled by the young man on the opposite side, so he immediately raised his left fist and swung a straight fist. Face to face.

Ye Zhibing dodged his head sideways, but Zhu Zhufan's father refused to accept his old ways, and quickly moved one move after another, with very short intervals, and the attack was very powerful, and greeted Ye Zhibing's face like raindrops of fists.

After dodging a few moves, Ye Zhibing jumped back and said loudly: "Uncle, three moves have been passed, it's up to me."

Ye Zhibing roughly judged Zhu Zhufan's father's boxing method, that is Wang Baquan, relying on his good physical fitness, quick eyesight and quick hands, he often beats his opponents so hard that they can't lift their heads, thus gaining an advantage.

Seeing the situation clearly, Ye Zhibing chose to fight for a long time. First, he took advantage of his agility to avoid Zhu Zhufan's father's attack and play this old thing to death.

Zhu Zhufan didn't know how to fight, and when he saw Ye Zhibing being beaten helplessly, he was very excited and shouted loudly, "Father, beat him well, kill him."

Zhu Zhufan's father fought for a while, knowing in his heart that although he had the advantage in the scene, this advantage could not be turned into victory for a long time. After attacking for a while, he already felt that his hands and feet were struggling.

In the past, when he fought other people in person, he would attack with a burst of attack at the beginning, making his opponent dizzy, so he gained fame in the small town, attracted a group of gangsters to recognize him as the big brother, and gradually made a fortune.

As time passed, Zhu Zhufan's father had more and more beads of sweat on his forehead. Every time he punched or kicked his legs, it seemed very unnatural, and his speed slowed down.

Seeing the change in Zhu Zhufan's father, Ye Zhibing smiled coldly and continued to dodge his attacks.

Since playing him to death, then play until he can't get off the stage.

He deftly circled around Zhu Zhufan's father, as if he could hit him with a punch, but when he really punched, he didn't know where he went around.

Zhu Zhufan also gradually saw something was wrong, and shouted at Ye Zhibing: "Why are you running, you kid, just stand up and beat me if you have the guts."

At this time, Ye Zhibing still had the strength to turn around and mocked: "If you have the guts, you can beat them. I will beat both of you father and son."

Zhu Zhufan did have self-knowledge, knowing that he was not that material, so he shrank back and said nothing.

Ye Zhibing dodged Zhu Zhufan's father's heavy punch just now, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I see that you are sweating all over your head. If you can't beat me, you will admit defeat. It's not shameful."

How could Zhu Zhufan's father admit defeat to a young man? He couldn't let go of his face, so he shouted: "Don't think about it, I will never die with you."

Ye Zhibing saw that Zhu Zhufan's father wanted to slap his face swollen to look fat, so he slapped Zhu Fan's face suddenly, and then quickly moved away.

"Uncle, who hit you just now? Why didn't I see clearly."

Zhu Zhufan's father was so angry that his eyes were burning. This kid hit him and talked nonsense, but it's a pity that he couldn't hit him no matter what.

Ye Zhibing stopped suddenly, remained motionless, and said with a smile, "Uncle, I'll give you one last chance to kneel down and admit defeat, or I'll make you lose all face."

Zhu Zhufan's father didn't believe it, thinking that the young man stopped and gave him a chance, so he punched him without hesitation, trying to knock Ye Zhibing down.

Ye Zhibing looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer, but still didn't move, waiting for the opportunity to come, he darted past the fist with a lunge, rushed to Zhu Zhufan's father's armpit, and bumped Zhu Zhufan's father's armpit hard with his shoulder.

Zhu Zhufan's father was immediately sent flying by a huge force, and flew backwards seven or eight meters before falling down with a loud plop.

"Ouch, my bones, my bones are falling apart."

Under the severe pain, Zhu Zhufan's father felt unable to turn over and sit up. He felt that his skeleton was falling apart, and screamed a few times.

Ye Zhibing walked up to Zhu Zhufan's father, stared at him and said, "Uncle, do you still want to fight?"

Zhu Zhufan's father endured the pain and said: "Young man, you are so skilled, we don't know each other if we don't fight, go, go to my house for a drink and make friends."

Ye Zhibing sneered and said, "We didn't know each other after we fought, so I won't be friends with you."