Han Dongxiao couldn't see Yang Sibo's problem, but just looking at his aura made him feel a little breathless.

"My friend, please!"

He carried his left hand behind his back, raised his right hand slightly, and made a gesture to Yang Sibo.

The competition has officially begun, and there are only two people left on the ring. Faced with Yang Sibo's calmness, Han Dongxiao did not dare to step forward easily.

He set up a fighting style and circled around Yang Sibo for a few times, jumping around intent on finding opportunities.

On the contrary, Yang Sibo on the other side shook his body left and right, made a beautiful starting position, and then stood there and looked at Han Dongxiao quietly.

The two are moving and still, forming a sharp contrast.

Han Dongxiao's forehead was sweating slightly. Yang Sibo's body seemed to be very loose, but it was very likely a trap to allow him to counterattack after the attack.

Isn’t the so-called Tai Chi just a latecomer?

He nodded in his heart, and then he got up without rushing, just standing there vigilantly guarding against Yang Sibo.

For a moment, the two of them became stalemate, one dared not to go up, and the other could not go up.

This scene was stumped by the commentator. For a moment, the two commentators looked at each other and didn't know how to explain.

But the atmosphere must not be so stiff. One of the shorter ones had an idea and took out a martial arts novel and stuffed it into the tall one's hand.

"What's this?"

"Tell me this!"

"Say this? Are you sure it can do it?"

"Or what should I do? It's just a mess. Do you want to be fired?"

Hearing this, the tall man felt that it made sense. If the game continues like this, what's the use of asking them to explain it?

I had to bite the bullet and open the novel in my hand.

"Golden Lion King, no, Han Dongxiao suddenly made a set of Kongtong Sect’s unique skills in the mountains, with seven wounds. The so-called seven injuries on one side, all seven injuries are injured!"

Noting the commentary between the two of them, Ma Run's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

At this time, so many people were watching, and if they found that the two protagonists on the scene only defended but did not attack, there would inevitably be booing.

He quietly made a gesture to the cameraman, and then the scene in the live broadcast cuts into the scene of the two commentators.

When he noticed that the camera turned to his side, the tall commentator quickly put the novel under the chair. He was very excited, but he didn't expect that he would become the protagonist one day.

Then he continued to explain the scenes in the novel.

"Zhang Wuji, ah, no, Master Yang is calm and unhurried. He draws circles with his hands, uses the universe... to use Tai Chi to resolve the power of the Qishen Fist one by one."

Such a picture fell into the eyes of two Han Dongxiao's fanciful girls, and they immediately looked at each other.

"Qianshen Fist? Isn't he Sanda?"

Pang Ting asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Yes, what's this explanation? We have to see it with our own eyes. Send the barrage quickly and let the screen cut back."

The black and thin woman said, then typed a string of words on her phone and sent it out.

Then another group of people refuted her on the barrage, and she raised her eyebrows, secretly angered, and started to squirt with the many keyboard warriors in her eyes.

On the other hand, the tall commentator gradually entered the state, and his mouth was like splashing saliva and his face was dancing.

"Master Yang shouted loudly, and for a moment, there were many ghosts on the ring, and he was suddenly filled with his figure on the field. Han Dongxiao had no way of telling who was Master Yang's true body..."

Speaking of the wonderful things, he couldn't help but slap the table heavily. The book hidden under him accidentally fell to the ground, and the high commentator's expression changed.

"Don't be afraid, there's still this."

Another commentator took out another copy from his pocket and handed it over.

"You really have..."

He looked at his partner with appreciation, then the tall commentator opened the book, found a random clip and started talking.

"Han Dongxiao gasped and fell into Master Yang's arms. At this time, his eyes were as thin as silk, and his lips were slightly opened, and an orchid-like fragrance emanated from his mouth..."

As I read it, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and then turned it over and took a secret look at the cover.

"Jin Ping Mei?"

I wanted to stop, but when I saw my partner's encouraging eyes, the tall commentator had to bite the bullet and continue the commentary.

At this time, Han Dongxiao frowned slightly in the field, and he could hear the commentary's voice. The gradually unpleasant words made him feel more and more uncomfortable.

"Shut up!"

He turned around and pointed at the commentator on the stage and shouted angrily.

The commentator was so scared that he shivered, and the novel in his hand accidentally fell down again.

In the end, there was nothing to read in my hand, so I had to shut up for the time being.

Feeling the sudden quiet environment, Han Dongxiao took a deep breath, and then just as he was about to rush forward to whip his legs, the referee's bell rang.

The first game is over.

The two were separated, Han Dongxiao sat in the corner, rinsed his mouth with the water sent by the staff, and then looked at Yang Sibo on the diagonal with a cold look on his face.

But he still looked calm and smiling.

In fact, he was also very anxious.

His real name is Yang Qi, but he is just an ordinary person who practices morning exercises in the park. After learning Tai Chi for two days, Ma Run fell in love with him and changed his name that sounds a little taller.

Then he gave him a lot of money and sent it here, saying that he was working together to play a fake match.

This made him feel relieved, so he responded, changed his clothes, and made various preparations in accordance with Ma Run's request throughout the whole process.

Now that the fight is finally started, I didn't expect that the opponent would rather go around there than come up.

This made Yang Qi very anxious. Let me defeat me quickly and then go home!

In his mind, the boss should have already discussed with this man named Han Dongxiao, ran over to win, and then the task was over.

As for the situation where Han Dongxiao won, he didn't even think about it, because if this was the case, it would not be a fake match, but a serious match.

Look at the muscle mass. If it hits my old bone, wouldn’t it be that I just lie to the hospital?

I thought about it in my mind, but I didn't reveal any strange colors, and I still pretended to be my master's demeanor.

The second game began soon. This time, Han Dongxiao did not continue to confront him, but made a starting move, and then ran over and hit Yang Sibo in the face.

This scene fell into the commentator's eyes and suddenly became excited. The second scene finally became a little interesting, and there was no need to talk about the novel.

"Just just started the second game, Han Dongxiao couldn't bear it. He shouted loudly, then he rushed to Master Yang while he was moving. Taking advantage of this momentum, he waved his right fist and hit Master Yang's cheek."

This wonderful scene immediately attracted the attention of many viewers, and everyone's hearts were suffocated for a moment, wanting to see how Master Yang would deal with it.
Chapter completed!