Well!

As if the hammer smashed on the leather drum, the punch of Lao Chi hit a loud noise, and the back of the big head raised a circle of ripples like the water surface.

Looking at Lao Chi, and the old punch finger is also a numb.

The heavy punch that can interrupt human ribs only causes a little skin injury. The anti -hit ability of this big head is simply ingenious.

"It hurts, you bastard!" Big head and eyebrows looked at the old pool twisted, not fluent in Chinese: "I want to hammer you!"

"A good feet chicken in a small life?"

Lao Chi looked at him expressionlessly. Sumo players once again hit him, and Lao Chi flexibly dodged aside: "Taste this."

Speaking, a heavy boxing came out, and once again stunned him, grinning his teeth.

"Oh, although this guy's movement is awkward, he knows where he is harmful, and it is difficult to hit ..."

Trying several times in a row, Lao Chi's face became more and more important, and determined: "It is not significant to delay this way, but physical loss is more serious, and he can only defeat him on the front!"

For many years with Qi Yan, Lao Chi did not learn other skills, but I learned decisive.

The big head rushed over again, he no longer dodged, and when he mentioned his fist, he hit it.

Bang! Bang bang!

At the moment before the collision, Lao Chi blinked five or six punching fists. However, the big head was just holding his head.

At the moment, Lao Chi retracted his hand staggered at the last moment, and he ate his shoulder top.

"Hmm!" Lao Chi felt that he was hit by the rhinoceros. He had a painful pain in his hands. He took two steps back and hit the net column behind him.

The big headache grinned, the facial features were twisted, and the cold air scolded: "It hurts Lao Tzu ... You guy has two brushes, you can hold up with Lao Tzu's collision."

In the rest area, a group of serious boxing champions were dignified, and some people couldn't help standing.

They can see that they just hit at least half a ton of impact. Without touching, they were not sure of carrying it, but Lao Chi actually carried it.

"There are still those few fists ..." At the forefront of the station, he squinted at the moment, solemnly: "The good fist power, he looks like about two hundred pounds, and the strength is not weaker than that of more than 300 hundred.

The fat man's fat man, the single -wheeled muscle mass, he is definitely not worse than that fat man, how do you practice it? "

"Indeed, whether the power is good or the fight against fighting, I am far from the two people on the field ... but the fat man skills are very good, Chi Zongwu should be able to win ... This guy is too full, I am not an opponent, Gongwang, Gongwang

I am afraid that the gold medal fighters around me are between him. "

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