In the Black Tiger circle, there are three friends who love fighting, two men and one woman, each with a tendon, which makes it difficult to mess with.

The youngest one is Xiaolong, who is only two years older than Wang Yan.

The biggest one is Bourne, who is in his early 30s.

The girl's name is Qianqian, and she is the most famous. Heihu introduced the "authentic Wing Chun successor, and the female self-defense coach".

Wang Yan was in awe of grace.

"Female hero! Traditional martial arts are not easy to practice. I admire you, admire you!"

"Don't listen to the tiger's tyrant!"

He smiled generously, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he made a big Northeast accent, which made Wang Yan stunned.

Isn’t Wing Chun a Southern School of Fist?

I haven't heard of the inheritance of the Northeast...

Heihu smirked, revealing the answer: "Qianqian is best at chanting poems about Wing Chun's boudoir. The train drove to quote scriptures, so it is called the descendant of Wing Chun!"

“…”

Your uncle!

Wang Yan was so amazed and laughed, but when he looked back at Qian Qian's beautiful girl, he was surprised.

It turns out that a girl who is not good at being beautiful is actually able to convince the black tiger.

Xiaolong kindly reminded: "Don't underestimate Qian Qian, maybe you can take it out and be bigger than you!"

Yes, you three brothers, Dragon, Tiger, Leopard, and a shallow girl, you can’t afford to offend you!

"Come on, chat in the boxing ring. What are the rules?"

Wang Yan slowly walked into the boxing ring, looked left and touched right, looking at Yazi who had never seen the world before.

When things come to an end, the black tiger is a little shrunk.

The key is that Wang Yan is so calm!

According to Heihu's observation of Wang Yan, that guy is definitely a person who refuses to suffer any loss and refuses to do something that he is not sure about.

Moreover, not only Wang Yan is calm, but He Miaomiao is even more abnormal!

Why are you so excited?!

Why are you looking at me with that pity?!

MMP, can't she be really fooled?

The so-called intelligence means being able to detect problems from clues.

The so-called caution means that once you find something wrong, you would rather be meaningless than to keep your mistakes.

Black Tiger is smart, but not cautious enough. The zodiac sign is a bad person and has good face. Although I realize that it may not be so optimistic, I still plan to fight hard.

Qianqian noticed the little uneasiness of Heihu, and in the spirit of international melon-eating dynasty who was not afraid of trouble when watching the fun, she screamed and cheered.

"Brother Hu, you are afraid of a ball. There is a little chick on the opposite side. You can even crush him by weight. Pay attention to your posture, and the black tiger will take out the car! Pay attention to the rhythm, one, two, three, and four!"

Miss He smiled and glanced at her, sat in the viewing area, crossed her legs, and was so leisurely that she was very relaxed.

In terms of figure, Wang Yan is 178 and weighs about 145, and looks very thin.

The Black Tiger is only about 176 and weighs at least 165, which is much stronger than Wang Yan.

In fighting, weight is a huge advantage.

Wang Yan's weight just hit the upper limit of the middleweight, while Heihu is the standard weight of the second heavyweight, which is two levels away.

The 10 kilogram gap is enough to form a crush in any level of competition.

So none of those three friends are optimistic about Wang Yan.

Xiaolong is also adding fuel to the fire: "Don't slap the slap in the face, you can play the rest as you like!"

Brother Leopard smiled and was not a good thing.

"Brother, you must wear a head guard, there is no need for an upper body armor, right? It's not enough to fight!"

Can't you hear the surging impact of the flesh from the fist?

Young Master Wang smiled and nodded indifferently: "I can do anything."

Heihu gritted his teeth: "Then don't wear it!"

Start changing clothes immediately and wearing protective gear.

Brother Bao was the referee, but he read the rules briefly.

"Free fighting, no limit on any attack methods such as fist, elbow, knee, etc., but it is not allowed to dig the crotch, insert the eyes, bite, or sniff the butt... Given that you both are handsome guys, the above prohibited sexual behavior is invalid, you can hug and play freely!"

Depend on!

You are indeed a women's wear driver!

Wang Yan was covered in black lines on his forehead and immediately signaled to the waiter of the fighting hall to bring me the best crotch-protecting shorts. I’m not short of money!

A full set of protective gear is not cheap, Wang Yan will definitely not use other people's ones. He will choose the best one to buy and kill 8,000 oceans.

Maybe I was cheated... No, I must have been cheated, but the eldest young man doesn't care. Just have fun, it's the most important thing to be happy.

I cleaned up and came out again, with my upper body naked, my lower body with big shorts, my head protective gear, and my fingertips exposed on my hands.

A strange exclamation suddenly erupted in the fighting hall.

“Wow…”

The most important thing in the fighting hall is muscular men. Many girls and young women who are not interested in fighting are essentially motivated to practice. The motivation is probably just the muscle tough guy who often loses his shirt.

Wang Yan is not a tough guy.

Because the eldest young man’s figure is not achieved through training, it is purely natural.

Fluid, strong, just right, neither too hard nor soft.

To use the simplest and most straightforward language to describe it, just two words: good-looking.

Miss He clicked his eyes and reached out to cover her face - the lower half.

Then continue to click on the big eyes and look excitedly.

The opposite sex who exclaimed generally had the same idea: How could that young man have such a good figure!

The natural golden ratio and the muscles trained the day after tomorrow are completely different concepts.

Before they saw it, they thought that the clearer the edges of the muscles, the more beautiful they were. After seeing Wang Yan, they understood what the beauty of lines is.

Heihu's muscles were very developed. Before Wang Yan came out, he was happily moving his pectoralis major muscles and poses to discharge electricity on his alleys.

He looked at Wang Yan, silently put on his sports vest, and then shouted angrily: "Hey, that meat-exposed maniac, what are you doing? The rules of the competition are to wear a vest!"

You are so shameless...

Wang Yan was a little embarrassed by someone for the first time, shook his head, sighed, and put on a vest.

Heihu swished two jabs and swung the punches and hooked up, and his routine was well-proportioned and his boxing style was fully structured.

It seems that he is indeed a true enthusiast who practices frequently.

After showing off, he hooked his fingers at Wang Yan.

"Comeonbaby, It'sShowtime! Please listen to the title: Who'syourdaddy?".

Young Master Wang had never played Warcraft before, and didn't know what kind of old bad joke it was. He sneered and began to move his digits and joints.
Chapter completed!