Chapter 3 Bigger Fist

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Looking at Ye Qinghan who rushed forward again and again, and flew back again and again. The onlookers and guards couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him coming. But... the Seventh Young Master is too bad, isn't he the enemy of the Second Young Master with one move, and he only knows one move? Although this left uppercut is good, but you always left uppercut, left uppercut. You are not tired of using it, but we are tired of watching it.

"Haha, little bastard, can you still do it? If not, I'll have to leave, and I'll continue to find someone to serve me at night, haha..."

Not far away, Ye Qinghan fell to the ground curled up, frowning in pain, his face was bloodstained, bruised and swollen, and there was no good meat. But when he heard Ye Qingxian's insult again, he roared angrily, grabbed the ground with both hands, and stood up with difficulty, with a ferocious face, and roared angrily: "Ye Qingxian, today I will make you unforgettable forever!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Qinghan turned into a violent bear, raised his left fist high, and blasted towards Ye Qingxian like a cannonball. [

"Haha, today I will never forget it!"

Ye Qingxian laughed loudly, anyone can say big things, just your bad-tuned left uppercut, the young master can knock you into the air with his eyes closed. kindness! Let's play hard this time, and end this boring game. Although bullying people is fun, but last night's Lianyu girls exhausted his physical strength and energy. It's time to go back and take a nap...

"Left uppercut..."

Seeing Ye Qinghan rushing over quickly, and his raised left uppercut, Ye Qingxian narrowed his eyes slightly. Hearing the familiar "left uppercut", he smiled coldly, subconsciously turned to the right quickly, then raised his right leg, and swung his left fist quickly.

Huh? Why didn't it hit? Ye Qingxian looked up suspiciously, but what he saw was a sneering face and a huge brick.

"Left uppercut... plus right brick!"

"boom!"

Ye Qingxian felt a sharp pain in his head when the huge slate brick was slapped heavily, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell into a coma. It's just that on the eve of coma, he was still thinking in his mind, why isn't it a left uppercut? How did it become a brick on the right? How can a person be so shameless?

Eh!

Looking at the second young master who was slowly falling to the ground, and the seventh young master who was holding a slate brick in his hand and had a hideous face. The onlookers were also dumbfounded. At this moment, it was unprecedentedly quiet, and the martial artist at the first level of the elite level actually knocked out the warrior at the first level of the commanding level. This subverted the previous cognition of the warrior theory. Although the Seventh Young Master's method of hitting the sap was a bit despicable, how can he say that he won, didn't he? Is he the one standing on the ground? Being able to beat the sap and knowing how to knock the sap is a kind of strength in itself, isn't it?

But what happened next surprised them even more. The usually honest and dull seventh young master dropped the brick and sat across the second young master's body. He started his left and right fists at the same time and slammed towards Ye Qingxian's handsome face.

"I told you something you will never forget today..."

"Seventh Young Master, stop beating, something will happen!"

The people around looked anxious, and the eight door gods took two steps quickly, and one of them spoke.

"Stop!" Ye Qinghan turned his head and glanced fiercely, and shouted: "What? You want to commit the crime? You want to be exiled for three thousand miles? This is a duel between me and Ye Qingxian! Although my second room is of low status, I am still a young master. If you don't want to be exiled tomorrow, come here!"

The eight door gods, Lima, stood still. The family rules of the Ye Family were very clear, and they didn't dare to violate them on the surface. They could only stand there and explain anxiously: "Well, of course we don't want to commit crimes. We just want to dissuade the Seventh Young Master. After all, it's not good if something happens."

"Huh!" Ye Qinghan laughed, raised his fist and beat it hard, stood up resentfully, clapped his hands, walked to the side and picked up the "medicine" bag on the ground.

"elder brother……"

And at that moment, a girl in white clothes came quickly from a distance. The girl walked in a hurry, even a little staggered, trembling slightly, and shouted as she walked, her voice was full of sadness and helplessness. [

"Eh?" Ye Qinghan heard the desolation in the voice, turned his head and looked at the girl who was rushing towards him in the distance, feeling an ominous omen inexplicably in his heart.

"Brother, mother, mother passed away..."

Snapped! The "medicine" bag I just picked up fell heavily to the ground, the outer layer of paper cracked, and the herbal medicine like a tree root was scattered all over the ground...