My 24-year-old Beautiful Boss

The hippies came on stage, and the audience calmed down immediately. All the martial arts on the scene knew that the previous engagements were exchanges. It was a discussion between the martial arts juniors. Although occasionally ridiculed, they did not avenge themselves.

But for Mercy Pavilion, it is not so simple.

There are countless Huaxia. Except for the father and son and the children, there is only the martial arts system. What is more, the combination of these two systems is that the apprentice is the son and the father is the master.

But Compassion Pavilion, which focuses on interests and combines martial artists, to work for a certain individual, is not recognized in Huaxia.

In Huaxia's history, this kind of organization cannot be called an orthodox martial arts organization. To this day, this concept is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Therefore, once Mercy Pavilion was established, it actually stood on the opposite side of the entire Chinese martial art martial arts.

At each martial arts conference, the discussion between the Chinese martial arts martial arts and the compassionate masters has a more gunpowder flavor, and sometimes even blood splashes in five steps.

So when the hippies came out, everyone was quiet.

Duan Jijun is also close to the enemy, and he is waiting.

"You seem to be the most powerful newcomer in this session." The hippie smiled at Duan Jijun with a smile. "I defeated you, does it mean that you have been hanged by me for your entire generation."

Duan Jijun looked dignified, and slowly uttered a word in his mouth: "You are too naive!"

"Oh? Really?" The hippie questioned his head a moment ago, and then kicked out suddenly, thinking about Duan Jijun's yin.

Fortunately, Duan Jijun has been fully absorbed, even when speaking, he did not relax. At the moment when the hippie attacked, he took a step to the side, while swinging his right arm to cut the hippie's waist.

The hippies immediately retracted their legs, then jumped high, jumping over Duan Jijun's arm.

Duan Jijun had already thought about the back move, no matter whether the hippie was dodging left or right, he had follow-up attack methods, but he did not expect that the hippie chose to jump high.

You should know that in Chinese martial arts, you ca n’t kick your knees, which means you do n’t raise your legs and raise your feet. It is easy to expose flaws, and you ca n’t vacate the air at will. You have nowhere to borrow in the air.

However, the hippies jumped so high, as if they had a spring under their feet, and they were very surprised. Even if there were a flaw, Duan Jijun could not catch it, and he could only let the hippies fall to the ground unharmed.

"Yes, you still have two." The hippie laughed. "It's a bit fun."

The hippie said, attacking again.

Duan Jijun is mainly anti-defensive. He seized the opportunity to use the power of Ba Jiquan to attack fiercely, but every time the hippie jumped high and avoided Duan Jijun's attack.

A few times, Duan Jijun still failed to catch the flaws of the hippies when they were vacated. Each time the hippies were emptied, it was just right. Even if there was a flaw, it was a flash, and he was not captured at all.

The fight on the ring was still going on. Xu Qingmo saw a yawn. His eyes were hot. Now the hippies have the upper hand on the scene, but Duan Jijun still has a chance, as long as he can catch the hippy's flaws in the next ten moves There is still hope of victory. If he cannot grasp it within ten strokes, with his physical strength, there is no hope of victory.

Xu Qingmo shifted her eyes from the platform to the three remaining people in the Mercy Pavilion, and found that they were not concerned about the fight on the platform, but looked at her side.

Seeing Xu Qingmo looking over, the cheongsam girl suddenly glanced, the handsome man in the robe showed no expression, but the old man with a crutch nodded kindly.

Xu Qingmo grinned and looked at the others.

Different from Xu Qingmo, Dang Erlang, the other factions at this time had to jump out of tension, one by one staring at the fight on the stage.

"The army is in danger," Bajiquan said anxiously.

"No, there is still a chance to follow the army. I know him. If there is really no chance, his expression is not like this. Looking at his expression, it should be the last fight." A middle-aged man said.

"I hope the successor will give us a long face. We have been defeated in the hands of Compassion Pavilion a few times before. This time we can't do this again, otherwise where do we lose face!"

The others did not speak, just watching the ring.

The fight on the ring has reached a point where the heat has become fierce. Duan Jijun was obviously anxious, breathing very quickly, then completely gave up the defense and desperately attacked.

The hippies became more and more relaxed, jumping and dodging, while still laughing at Duan Jijun.

"Are you octopus boxers like you a clumsy bear?"

"I'm here, fool."

"Beware of your thighs!"

When the hippies talked, they did not forget to attack. He rarely used both hands to attack with two legs, just like two guns, and kept poking Duan Jijun.

Duan Jijun dodged. He couldn't escape and used his own back to resist the attack of the hippies. He always wanted to be close to the hippies. Only when he was close can he exert the maximum power of the eight pole punch.

But hippies are like bouncing dolls, jumping and jumping, very flexible.

"Beware of your feet!"

The hippie said again, while turning his right foot into a ghost, poking at Duan Jijun's neck.

Duan Jijun subconsciously defended himself and went off the market. As a result, the hippie got a kick in the neck.

"It's over." The hippie smiled, then pulled back.

But with this pumping, his face changed.

Can't move!

Duan Jijun smirked, bowed his head, locked the toes of the hippies with his chin, and delayed the hippies for less than half a second, but he seized the opportunity of this half a second, grabbed the hippies legs, and then turned Body, stuck into the hippies, or with his back close.

Tieshan!

Duan Jijun yelled and made the most powerful move of bajiquan. It was like a black bear, leaning back fiercely.

Black bears in the mountains are said to be able to break trees with thick necks.

Duan Jijun, leaning on the strength of his whole body, slammed the hippie to the ground.

Duan Jijun stood swaying by the hippies, his mouth slowly rising.

"Oye!"

The audience cheered and many people applauded.

"Lose." Xu Qingmo's mouth fluttered, then his gaze flew around, and finally fell on Qi Buyun's body, then he greeted Fei Huiyin and quietly left.

Just before the smile on Duan Jijun's mouth disappeared, the hippie on the ground suddenly jumped up.

"It's not over yet!" The hippie suddenly stood behind Duan Jijun, his legs swayed.

Duan Jijun's face changed, but he still reacted, pressing his arms down to try to block the hippie's attack.

But the intended kick didn't come up from below, but his neck hurt, and then he lost consciousness.

The hippies chopped his hands on both sides of Duan Jijun's neck, then slowly pulled away, watching Duan Jijun fell to the ground, split his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, my best thing is not my legs, but my hands."

Duan Jijun threw himself on the ground, motionless. Although he was not dead, he had to lie in bed for at least ten days and a half months.

The audience was silent, and only the eight-pole boxer ran to move away and remove Duan Jijun.

"This is the best of your session, but is that so? Who else wants to come up and **** legs?" The hippie looked around.

silence.

Many people have chosen to bow their heads. They all have a certain understanding of their own strength. They think that they are not as good as Duan Jijun. Duan Jijun has been defeated.

After all, some people still have blood.

"I come!"

A teenager who chose to rest after winning the previous jumped up.

"Fun." The hippie jumped up again.

After three rounds, the teenager fell under the ring, and the hippies didn't even shoot.

"I come."

Another teenager jumped up, but just came down faster.

Qi Buyun watched teenagers similar to his own age go up and down, feeling very humiliated, holding his hands tightly, ready to wait for himself to fight.

Suddenly, Qi Buyun felt a pain in his back neck and was smashed by something. He immediately turned around and saw Xu Qingmo standing not far behind and hooking his hands.

"Me?" Qi Buyun didn't understand, then glanced at his master.

The master also found Xu Qingmo, was silent, and then nodded at Qi Buyun.

Qi Buyun immediately came to Xu Qingmo.

"You want to go?" Xu Qingmo asked.

Qi Buyun nodded.

"Don't be funny, Duan Jijun was stupid. He didn't choose to fight hard and choose tentative at first. He missed the best opportunity. You go up, even the chance of temptation."

Qi Buyun didn't speak, but just squeezed his fist tighter.

"I still think that if I try my best, maybe a miracle will happen?" Xu Qingmo saw it at the beginning and pierced directly.

"If you don't try, how do you know." Qi Buyun whispered.

"Of course I know, I also know that when you go up, you can beat him with two moves." Xu Qingmo smiled.

"Huh?" Qi Buyun looked up at Xu Qingmo inconceivably.

On the ring, the seventh girl was kicked by the hippies.

"Hey, you guys, okay, just come up with a decent point, and use these dishes to delay me?" Said the hippie impatiently.

People who wanted to come up and fight now also stopped.

The scene was quiet again.

"I'm coming!" Qi Buyun uttered his voice, then went up to the ring.

"You, I remember you, but the stupid boy was defeated." The hippie smiled.

The faces of the rest of the martial arts also looked disappointed.

The young men who had played before had never played against Duan Jijun, so they all held a bit of fluke and felt that they were better than Duan Jijun, but this Qi Buyun was beaten by Duan Jijun. Duan Jijun was not a hippie opponent, wasn't he looking for a fight?

"You still give up? I don't want to waste time on you." The hippie waved.

Qi Buyun walked straight up, looking at the hippies, saying one word at a time: "Two moves, it won't take long. If you think it's too long, you can go now."

The hippie chuckled, and then laughed while covering his stomach. It took him a long time to recover. He looked at Qi Buyun: "Is your brain ill, imagine two moves to defeat me?"

"Undefeated, you know when you hit." Qi Buyun turned directly, facing his hippie.

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