The contest between An Yunshan and Lian Youcai is amazing. Some new recruits don’t understand, while some veterans are still unsatisfied.

Zhao Jianfeng frowned slightly and looked at An Yunshan. Can a person make progress so fast?

But there seems to be no other explanation. This kid uses all the things he has learned in the past two months, and there is nothing else at all.

What surprised Zhao Jianfeng was that this kid could disassemble one routine and reorganize it, and all the uses were good. It was obvious that she had a lot of effort in this area, which also showed that she did have this talent.

It's true that people should not behave like appearance.

He looks like a little white face, but he didn't expect to have such ability.

Fortunately, although this young man looks like a sissy, he is not sissy in every move. Otherwise, he would have been beaten up long ago, and those who carry eggs should look like they are wearing eggs!

It was almost five o'clock now, and only the competition between Zhao Jianfeng and An Yunshan was left.

The instructor gave An Yunshan ten minutes to rest. Although it was unfair, there was no other way.

This basic fighting test basically uses this method, so it is very important to have good physical support.

As time came, An Yunshan walked into the venue.

"Do you have to give you some more time?" Zhao Jianfeng looked at her lightly, "Don't say I'll take advantage of you."

An Yunshan looked cold and indifferent, "No."

Zhao Jianfeng sneered, "Then come on, don't be silly."

An Yunshan knew that he had a lot of prejudice against him, but for some reason, he felt a faint resentment at this moment?

Of course, Zhao Jianfeng was resentful. He had almost never escaped from the shadow of this boy this day. Everything deviated from his expectations. There was always a ghost inside that affected him!

Now, we can finally take revenge.

Zhao Jianfeng would never show mercy, not to mention that this kid is from the opponent's camp, so it is also a tactic to make her lose her normal performance tomorrow.

The whistle sounded, and Zhao Jianfeng punched him and headed straight for An Yunshan's face.

Even An Yunshan had to block this move, so that the initiative would fall into Zhao Jianfeng's hands.

Zhao Jianfeng's fists and feet were not just a joke. Every time he punched, he could feel the wind sweeping across his face. If he was hit by a fist, he would definitely be fooled.

An Yunshan kept avoiding and retracing, and was clumsy on the left and right, and seemed a little panicked, but he always hit the benefits of his movements, so he didn't let Zhao Jianfeng take any advantage.

Zhao Jianfeng attacked for five or six minutes, but An Yunshan could only resist.

"See it, what am I saying? That kid can't resist Zhao Jianfeng's fists and kicks. It's really inexplicable to win the first two games."

"Look, I guess I'll lose in two minutes."

"You said that two minutes ago."

"Who thought that kid could resist the attack?"

The people were talking about it, and a voice cut in was a voice that they could not ignore.

"You didn't notice that Zhao Jianfeng had been attacking for so long, but he didn't get a single point?"

Everyone was stunned, it seemed that this was true!

Ye Baolin looked at An Yunshan, who was dodging left and right in the field, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes.

This kid has started pretending again!

If it weren't for today's defeat, Ye Baolin would definitely not have discovered this. He even felt that the boy did not lose points because of his luck, but now he would not think so at all.

This kid is a master.
Chapter completed!