Peach Fortune Ring

A palm knife came straight to Song Yan's neck. At the same time, she clenched her left hand and put it on her lower abdomen, shrinking and not letting go.

"Is this Tiger Leaping?"

Song Yan was startled. He didn't expect Zhao Xiaoyu to be so fast after performing Tiger Leap. Fortunately, these days, he has mastered the middle-level physical skills, practiced to the bone, and formed an instinctive reaction, otherwise he would have to suffer a dark loss.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and cut Zhao Xiaoyu's right wrist with the same knife, and at the same time, his right fist quickly hit Zhao Xiaoyu's right shoulder.

Zhao Xiaoyu originally planned to use Hu Yuebu to catch Song Yan by surprise, but he didn't expect this kid to react so quickly, he was a little disappointed and surprised.

In a moment of thought, she slid down the knife, turned the knife into a claw, and grabbed Song Yan's wrist. At the same time, she punched out the fist that was shrunk in her abdomen, straight to Song Yan's right hand joint.

She is a woman, practicing martial arts, focusing on attacking the weak points of the human body.

As soon as she changed her move, Song Yan changed her move accordingly, her left hand clenched into a fist to meet Zhao Xiaoyu's claw, and her right hand flew towards Zhao Xiaoyu's cheek.

The last time Zhao Xiaoyu fought against him, he found that Song Yan was very powerful, and naturally he would not confront him head-on, so he changed his move again helplessly, and with a sway of his body, he used the flexibility of the tiger's leap to go around Song Yan's side.

Song Yan, on the other hand, responded to all changes with the same, his legs were like squatting horses, rooted in the ring, his arms flipped blindly to force Zhao Xiaoyu head-on.

So, the two people on the ring fought back and forth for more than ten strokes, but there was no physical contact at all.

"That kid named Song Yan is so powerful that he can fight Zhao Xiaoyu with more than ten moves without losing the slightest bit!"

Seeing this scene, the students under the ring began to discuss quietly.

"I'm afraid it's more than that!" A look of surprise flashed in Wang Song's eyes. Although his strength is not as good as Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu's, he still has good eyesight. Now Zhao Xiaoyu is attacking and Song Yan is defending.

The two seem to be evenly divided, but in fact, Zhao Xiaoyu has already fallen behind, one is as motionless as a mountain, and the other is moving sideways and flashing.

In terms of physical exertion, Zhao Xiaoyu must be the bigger one, what's more, she is still a woman, and her physical strength is inherently inferior to that of a man. If this continues, she will lose sooner or later.

After dozens of strokes, Zhao Xiaoyu's forehead was already covered with a fine layer of sweat, but looking at Song Yan, he became more and more calm.

"No, I can't go on like this! Otherwise, I will definitely lose!" Feeling her own situation, Zhao Xiaoyu was secretly anxious.

Suddenly, her heart moved, and she had an idea.

She retreated suddenly, landed on the other side of the ring, and hooked her fingers to Song Yan: "Now let me guard your attack!"

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then understood that Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't help herself, and she said that because she wanted to save her energy.

With a thought in his heart, Song Yan called up the system interface, and looked at the column of fame value, the value of fame has increased to 58 points, which has met the requirements of the lottery draw.

That being the case, there is no need to continue fighting.

So, he said to Zhao Xiaoyu, "How about a tie?"

"What?" Zhao Xiaoyu yelled in surprise, and then his face sank: "No, you and I have to decide the winner today!"

"Then I admit defeat!"

Song Yan jumped off the ring neatly, even if he achieved his goal, he even gave a fart, the lottery is the most important thing.

"You stop!"

Zhao Xiaoyu shouted angrily.

Unfortunately, Song Yan didn't listen to him at all, but accelerated his pace instead.

"Bastard, scoundrel, coward!" Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't help but stamped her feet and cursed when she saw this.

When he came to the locker room, seeing no one there, Song Yan called up the system interface again to start the lottery draw. The lottery pointer rotated and finally stopped on the red grid.

Then, the four golden characters of "Piano Master" appeared and turned into a little golden light that flew into Song Yan's eyebrows.

After a while, after merging the skills of the piano master, Song Yan was a little depressed. You know, he didn't plan to become a musician. The piano skills were drawn to a bird's advantage, and this cheating skill even gave him ten piano pieces.

"Meow, how much fame do you need for the next lottery draw?"

"200 point."

"Why did it rise so much?" Song Yan gritted his teeth.

"The lottery points are set according to the ability of the host. It is not difficult to obtain 200 fame points based on the ability of the host."

"you are vicious!"

Song Yan knew that bargaining with the system was fruitless, so he didn't bother to complain anymore, put away the system interface, and started changing clothes.

As soon as he walked to the gate of the martial arts hall, he found Zhao Xiaoyu standing there looking at him coldly.

"Why don't you keep fighting with me?"

"Sister Xiaoyu, please let me go." Song Yan said helplessly.

"Are you looking down on me, or do you think you can win against me?" Zhao Xiaoyu didn't intend to move away, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes.

"I didn't mean it that way."

Song Yan was even more helpless. To be honest, after mastering the medium physical skills, his strength has already surpassed Zhao Xiaoyu by a large margin. In the ring just now, if he hadn't kept his hand deliberately, he would have had at least three chances to defeat her.

"Then fight me again!"

Song Yan didn't expect Zhao Xiaoyu to be so obsessed with winning or losing. He knew that if he didn't fight her again today, he might not be able to get out of the martial arts gym.

"Okay, I'll fight with you!"

"Accept!"

Zhao Xiaoyu rushed forward and kicked Song Yan's waist with a whip kick.

"Humph!"

Song Yan let out a cold snort and kicked out at the same time. At the same time, his arm stretched out, sweeping towards Zhao Xiaoyu's neck with a sharp wind sound.

"boom!"

Two legs collided in the air, making a dull sound. For a moment, Zhao Xiaoyu felt that her whole leg was numb, and at this moment, Song Yan's arm had been drawn to her ear, and the sharp sound of the wind stimulated her. It made her eardrums buzz.

Immediately, her complexion changed drastically. In a hurry, she tilted her head back and raised her hand to cut Song Yan's arm.

But at this moment, the figure flickered, and Song Yan suddenly came behind her, and the huge fist magnified rapidly in her eyes, and finally stopped in front of the tip of her nose.

"Sister Xiaoyu, you've lost!" Song Yan retracted his fist and smiled at her, showing two rows of white teeth.

"how is this possible?"

Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't accept this result.