The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Yue Peng stopped talking nonsense with Ye Zhibing, so as not to waste his time picking up girls.

"Boy, do you want to talk? No problem, let's beat the two bodyguards next to me first. Come on, Da Zhuang, Er Zhuang, teach me a lesson."

The two bodyguards beside Yue Peng turned to face Ye Zhibing, glaring at him.

Ye Zhibing smiled, "You guys look similar, I can't tell the difference, who is the big guy and who is the second guy?"

A bodyguard with a little beard on his mouth took a step forward, pointed at himself with his thumb, and said sharply: "Boy, remember your face clearly, you are strong."

Another clean-mouthed bodyguard took a step forward and said loudly: "You also remember it with me, I am Er Zhuang."

Ye Zhibing laughed, "Oh, so you are Da Zhuang, you are Er Zhuang. You are Mr. Yue's second general, right?"

Da Zhuang has little culture, so he couldn't understand the allusions Ye Zhibing said, so he thought he was humiliating him, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, what are you talking about, Master Xiao will punch your Xiang out."

Er Zhuang also waved his fist and said, "You kid is looking for death, right?"

Ye Zhibing understood their ignorance and popularized knowledge for them.

"Two, the second general Heng Ha is the door god of the temple. If the door god is as miserable as you think, will the temple still put them at the gate?"

Da Zhuang listened, thought for a while, let go of this section, and said loudly: "Stinky boy, if you are alone, we will not bully others more. Do you want to fight me or my brother?" ?”

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly, "Come on together, everyone can save time, right?"

Da Zhuang didn't expect Ye Zhibing to be so crazy, so he said angrily: "You don't need us brothers to beat you, I will teach you a lesson."

Er Zhuang also wanted to show off in front of Young Master Yue, so he rushed to say: "Brother, let me do it."

Da Zhuang thought for a while, and decided to give this opportunity to his younger brother, "Okay, go ahead, beat this guy hard for me."

Er Zhuang was overjoyed, gearing up, looked at Ye Zhibing with a smile and said, "Stinky boy, no wonder you're looking for death on your own."

Seeing that the fight was about to start, the bystanders hid in the corner and watched.

Seeing that Ye Zhibing, a stranger, was going to stand up for her, Miss Murong was concerned, so she stood in front of the crowd and watched.

Yue Peng hated Ye Zhibing very much, and shouted loudly, "Er Zhuang, beat him, beat him."

Er Zhuang approached Ye Zhibing complacently, "Boy, you are welcome."

Ye Zhibing remained motionless, as steady as a pine tree, "You don't have to be polite, and I won't be either."

Er Zhuang was really rude, and kicked Ye Zhibing in the waist.

Ye Zhibing immediately judged Er Zhuang's attack path, and quickly dodged sideways.

Er Zhuang missed a hit, turned around immediately, once again aimed at Ye Zhibing's waist, raised his leg and swept across.

Ye Zhibing couldn't help but get angry when he saw that Er Zhuang's desperate fighting style was completely putting people to death.

He dodged the kick and warned Er Zhuang: "Er Zhuang, if you want to hit like this, be careful of the consequences."

Er Zhuang failed several times, flustered with anger, ignored Ye Zhibing's warning, and said indifferently, "Consequence? What consequence, I'm going to kill you today."

Ye Zhibing couldn't take it anymore, and decided to play hard, so that this ignorant Er Zhuang could learn a little lesson.

After continuing to avoid Er Zhuang's several attacks, he grabbed Er Zhuang's ankle and pulled hard when Er Zhuang had no time to retract his legs.

Er Zhuang suddenly couldn't stand and staggered. Fortunately, he had good strength and didn't fall.

But this fight allowed Er Zhuang to experience Ye Zhibing's strength, and it also aroused his desire to win.

Just after Er Zhuang stood firm, he stopped using his legs, took out his accustomed fists, and immediately swung his fists like a storm to attack Ye Zhibing's face, without mercy.

Ye Zhibing gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "There are two tricks. Now look at mine."

This time Ye Zhibing didn't dodge anymore, he punched Er Zhuang.

Puff, puff, one punch hits the other, and the dull sound of impact can be heard endlessly.

Er Zhuang felt as if his fist had hit a rock, and it was burning and painful.

He gritted his teeth and punched harder and harder.

Seeing that he was unrepentant, Ye Zhibing immediately intensified his efforts to fight back, punching harder than punching.

Immediately Er Zhuang couldn't stand it anymore, backed up again and again, his steps scattered.

After more than a dozen punches, Er Zhuang was struggling and out of breath.

But Er Zhuang couldn't bear to admit defeat to Ye Zhibing.

Da Zhuang at the side saw clearly and knew that his younger brother was not Ye Zhibing's opponent, so he stepped forward to block Ye Zhibing, and said to Ye Zhibing: "Boy, you have two hands, let me meet you."

Er Zhuang understood that his brother was protecting him, and was very grateful that he didn't force himself, so he quietly retreated to the wall to watch the battle.

Da Zhuang and Ye Zhibing looked at each other face to face, evaluating each other's strength.

After a while, Da Zhuang shouted loudly, swung his legs and kicked.

He is different from Er Zhuang, his legs are more powerful.

Ye Zhibing gave up this kick, mainly because he wanted to evaluate the true level of a big man.

Seeing that the kick was empty, Da Zhuang was not in a hurry, approached Ye Zhibing again, looked at his position, yelled, and kicked straight at Ye Zhibing's chest.

Through the assessment just now, Ye Zhibing roughly came to the conclusion that Da Zhuang's level is not bad, and he has a lot of strength.

He evaded it once more, dodging to the left.

Since Ye Zhibing was relatively close to the big table in the box, after Da Zhuang kicked empty this time, he couldn't stop his feet and kicked to the big table.

With a click, a piece of the sturdy table was dented, revealing all the sawdust inside.

The onlookers all exclaimed, if this kick hit this young man, it might not be as simple as breaking a bone.

Miss Murong was also shocked.

If this young man is not the opponent of Yue Peng's bodyguards, no one can stop Yue Peng from harassing him.

She prayed for Ye Zhibing in her heart, hoping for a miracle.

Da Zhuang continued to attack Ye Zhibing fiercely, attacking Ye Zhibing with his legs non-stop.

Ye Zhibing chuckled inwardly, according to Da Zhuang's style of play, if he can last for 10 minutes, he wins.

So Ye Zhibing didn't confront Da Zhuang head-on, and dodged Da Zhuang's attack with his dexterous figure.

During this period of time, in the eyes of others, Ye Zhibing was in danger, and if he was careless, he would either die or be injured.

But Da Zhuang was crying in his heart, he was in the middle of the game, he operated like a tiger, but he didn't even touch the corner of Ye Zhibing's clothes.

He then understood that someone's body style is called flexibility.

Time is beneficial to the other party, but not to oneself.

Da Zhuang wanted to end the battle quickly, but he couldn't do so.

He still couldn't really hit Ye Zhibing, the young man exhausted his strength little by little with incredible words.