These words are indeed one of Fang Zhe's thoughts. He used to be eager to have his own flywheel, even the most ordinary flywheel was good. Now there is a collector's version of the flywheel waving to him, how can he not be moved?

Yang Yao put away his wildness and said impatiently, "It's you, you, the glasses, and report your name and college!"

Fang Zhe was too lazy to answer, and rolled up his sleeves intently.

"The game begins!" the referee announced immediately.

Yang Yao snorted coldly and rushed over with forcefully, "Get out, I'll give you a dog a shit."

Fang Zhe was not angry, but just said intimately, "Brother suppresses his strength and speed and plays with you. Let's see how my White Rainbow Iron Palm is practicing!"

After Yang Yao approached, he punched him as fast as possible.

Fang Zhe moved his position and used a more skillful move to block Yang Yao's fist.

According to Yang Yao's attack, Fang Zhe speculated that Yang Yao's strength and speed were about 2 o'clock.

Then, Yang Yao turned around and bypassed Fang Zhe's front and continued to fist on the other side.

Fang Zhe only blocked but did not attack, constantly recalling the moves of Bai Hong Iron Palm to deal with Yang Yao's attack.

"Oh, this palm is too casual. No, you have to use the White Rainbow Iron Palm."

"I'm wrong again, but how can I follow another Baihong Palm?"

With continuous corrections, Fang Zhe gradually understood how certain moves should be connected flawlessly, thus achieving a time-saving and labor-saving effect.

If the difference between the first and the last moves is too big, Fang Zhe will achieve flawless docking between the moves by moving his body position.

After seven days of training, Fang Zhe remembered most of the moves of Baihong Iron Palm, but there was still a long way to go before he was proficient. The fight with Yang Yao could only help Fang Zhe shorten the distance a little.

Yang Yao, who could not be defeated for a long time, became a little frigid. He gradually used his unique skills - a lingering technique.

A feminine atmosphere unfolded, and Fang Zhe's iron palm began to be wrapped around Yang Yao's wrists.

"The truth is similar to that guy in the new group." Fang Zhe commented.

In dealing with this kind of fighting style, Fang Zhe gradually forgot to use the iron palm. He kept analyzing Yang Yao and his various fulcrums and playing a game of calculating with Yang Yao.

Yang Yao wanted to use some of his fulcrum, so Fang Zhe immediately changed the fulcrum and refused to let the other party use it.

Whenever he has the chance, Fang Zhe will use Yang Yao's fulcrum to put pressure on the other party.

He always abides by the rules and does not disturb the referees who beat both sides. At this time, he couldn't help but speak. He yawned, "So powerful, so powerful, the challenger and the main ring are evenly matched, and many moves were dismantled within half an hour."

After being reminded by the referee, Yang Yao realized that he had been fighting with the other party for half an hour. He suddenly felt soreness in his back and his body was very tired.

Feeling Yang Yao's speed and strength were constantly declining, Fang Zhe lost interest in fighting. He suddenly pulled out his right hand and punched Yang Yao in the eye at a speed that Yang Yao could not react.

"One punch!" Fang Zhe sang silently.

"Oh!" Yang Yao screamed, covering his left eye with his hands. He looked bitterly and stared at Fang Zhe with his right eye.

Fang Zhe recited another sentence silently, "Two punches!"

In a moment, Yang Yao felt his right eye darkening and he lost his vision instantly. The pain spread from his eyes, and tears couldn't help but flow down. Yang Yao hurriedly covered his right eye and relieved the pain in his eyes.

"I'll hit!" Fang Zhe kicked Yang Yao's abdomen.

Yang Yao was kicked to the ground and was so painful that he could not move.

"Oh, damn, I'm going to sign up!" Yang Yao roared.

"Ah? Young Master, Young Master, are you okay, Young Master!" Yang Yao's servant was stunned for a while, and he did not react until now. He immediately climbed up from the audience, took Yang Yao's hand, and cried even more miserably than the dead girl.

"Get out!" Yang Yao cursed angrily.

The referee came over and raised Fang Zhe's hand, "The winner belongs to this hero. Eight consecutive victories, come on! Are there any challengers?"

The pain in the abdomen came quickly and went quickly. Yang Yao covered his eyes, stood up from the ground, and continued to roar, "I have a way to sign up!"

Fang Zhe snatched the referee's microphone, "I'll step down immediately!"

If he loses, he still has the face to yell at others. Fang Zhe is even more disdainful of Yang Yao's character.

"Okay, sooner or later I will know your name!" After saying that, Yang Yao stopped entangling and got off the arena with the help of his servants.

"You know my name and want to take revenge on me secretly? If you lose, cry and make a fuss and get revenge. Go back to your mother's belly! This world can't hold on to you! Haha!" Fang Zhe pointed at Yang Yao and sneered loudly. He should speak out Yang Yao's attempt in public and warn him.

"Shh~, Yang Yao, villain." The audience in the audience gave Yang Yao a glimpse.

Yang Yao walked out of the crowd and stood aside. He shouted at the crowd, "Do you dare to beat me like this, will I let you go? Wait, sooner or later, I will get the venue back!"

Seeing this scene, the referee couldn't help but shake his head and smile. He raised his microphone again, "Don't be angry, there will inevitably be accidents in the ring game. This is how it is! Returning to our arena again, we have won eight consecutive victories, and we have won eight consecutive victories. Who else can go on stage to fight?"

Under the arena, no one wants to fight again. If he comes to the stage at this time, he will definitely be ridiculed. He dared not stand up and beat Yang Yao before, but now he dared to fight Fang Zhe. Isn’t this a shameless way to bully the weak and fear the strong?

Let the referee keep tempting, and after five minutes, no one still went to play.

"Okay, the title of ten consecutive victories is this hero. With this badge of ten consecutive victories, you can get a 20% discount." Then, the referee raised Kajiqi 3,000, "And the collector's version of the flywheel in my hand, the fighting hero I gave it to us!"

Fang Zhe excitedly took Kajiqi 3000 and then raised it, "Yeah!"

Then he turned on the flywheel and threw it away from his hands.

When the flywheel approached the ground of the ring, it floated up. Fang Zhe stepped on the flywheel board, and roared past the crowd and landed in the distance of the ring.

Yang Yao was looking at him with a bright look, but he didn't step forward to entangle.

At this time, a gate in the fighting hall was pushed open.

Fang Zhe glanced at him and found that the visitor was an acquaintance.

When Yang Yao saw the person coming in, he immediately waved his hand and shouted, "Brother!"

Yang Zhan ignored others and immediately looked at Yang Yao who was greeting him, and at the same time, he quickly walked forward.

In fact, Yang Zhan is not Yang Yao's biological brother, but the eldest brother. The relationship is slightly worse than that of his biological brother, so Yang Zhan attaches great importance to Yang Yao.

Just when Yang Zhan wanted to say hello to Yang Yao, he was surprised by the panda eyes on Yang Yao's face.

He quickly stopped his smile and quickly walked to Yang Yao, saying angrily, "Yao, tell me quickly, who had swallowed the courage to beat you like this?"

"It's him!" Yang Yao turned his head and pointed at the place where Fang Zhe was originally standing, "Brother, you must find a way to avenge me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yao found that Fang Zhe had gone to nowhere.
Chapter completed!