Wang Long took three steps back, but Jiao En only took one step back. After stopping, both of them looked surprised, especially Wang Long. Although his punch was passive, the power he used was really not small, but under this situation, he was at a disadvantage, which made him unable to accept it.

Jiao En seemed to be in the same mood. Although he had a slight advantage, the gap between them was not particularly large. After all, both of them were the first punch and did not use all their strength. He always thought that no one could block his power. Now there was actually one person who could be similar to him, and an enemy who was so small than him.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt, and then I said, "Damn Chinese guy, let's try again." As he said that, he punched him again, and shouted while punching. It seemed that he had used all his strength.

Wang Long looked at the fist that Jiao En hit, and knew that this punch was extraordinary. He gritted his teeth and used his strength to punch. The two fists were facing each other. This time the sound was louder than last time. With a "touch", both of them retreated, but this time they both took five steps before stopping. Tef now

When Chu Run saw this scene outside the TV, he felt worried. The hand on the table suddenly grabbed, but inadvertently grabbed Zi Yan's small hand on the table, and thought to himself, how could Wang Long compete with the other party for strength? He should use the knife directly. That Jiao En is obviously a power player. If this continues, Wang Long will definitely suffer a loss.

Zi Yan was also very worried about it, but Chu Run suddenly grabbed her hand and reacted. Chu Run's grasping power was not very strong, especially after seeing Wang Long and Jiao En fight, she relaxed her strength. However, Zi Yan felt a rapid heartbeat. She knew that Chu Run was unintentional, but how shy it was to be grabbed by a boy like this.

But when Zi Yan saw Chu Run's worried look, she did not pull her hand back, but her face turned red, and she continued to sit there and pretended not to notice it and Chu Runqi was watching the next situation on TV.

In the picture, Jiaoen seemed even more surprised. He used 80% of his strength to fight Wang Long this time, but he did not gain the upper hand, and his hands were shocked and hurt.

This is a phenomenon that he has never seen when he fights against others. Generally, people who fight against him have been knocked away when he uses this power, but Wang Long on the opposite side can't see that he is particularly sad.

In fact, Wang Long was not feeling well at this time. He just punched and thought he could give him some face, but the bone in his hand was about to break, but the other party had nothing to do, which was too perverted.

Jiao En looked at Wang Long: "Haha, Chinese, I didn't expect you to catch my fist, but I'll put in all my strength next time. I'm going to see when you can hold on."

Wang Long was also aroused by the other party’s arrogance: “Okay, today we will see who is more powerful.”

Soon the two of them fought again. The sounds of fists and feet were touching each other and the sounds of the collision made the audience feel happy. However, Chu Run became more and more worried at this moment. She couldn't help but put her hand on her chest, because when Jiao En laughed just now, he clearly saw a cunning light flashing in his eyes, which meant that the other party must have left behind, but Wang Long at this moment was thinking about fighting head-on with the other party, which was really irrational.

But Chu Run did not realize that she was holding Zi Yan's little hand. This made Zi Yan touch his chest directly. Xia Tian was already wearing thin clothes. Although she was wearing a layer of sweatshirt, Zi Yan felt very strong when touching Chu Run's chest. His chest was so strong, and the solid muscles seemed to be emitting endless heat, which made her heart beat faster, and two red clouds flew on her face.

Especially Chu Run's powerful heartbeat seemed to be transmitted to her heart through his little hands. She wanted to tell Chu Run this way and let him go, but when she saw him worried, she still couldn't bear to say it out.

The two on the stage are fighting more and more intensely. Wang Long is becoming more and more frightened. His strength is his strength, but although he is not as good as his swordsmanship, his speed is much faster than ordinary people. However, with a single attack, Jiao En is not slower than him at all.

When Jiao En faced such a powerful attack, his expression became more and more serious. He also didn't expect that Wang Long could be so powerful. He was originally thinking of defeating the other party with speed, but now it seems that the speed of the two is about the same. It is indeed not that good to have hundreds of punches.

The two people in the field were still constantly colliding with each other, and dull sounds were constantly making in the air, and everyone could see that they were doing their best now, and the attack was getting stronger and stronger. Even every step they took under their feet, there would be a loud step sound.

At this moment, their fists were already red, their expressions were very painful, and they were breathing heavily, and their faces were filled with sweat.

Finally, after a collision, both of them screamed in pain and retreated aside. They looked at their fists in disbelief. They were actually broken and blood oozed out.

But none of them shouted in pain, but kept gasping for rest, as if they were brewing the next battle.

But Chu Run found that a strange light seemed to flash in Jiaoen's eyes. It was a very dangerous signal, indicating that this guy must have thought of some bad moves. He was very worried and couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his mouth, gently touching his palm with his lips, and stretching his tongue out. Because he knew that the other party had already understood Wang Long's physique now, but he still used this method to attack, indicating that his hidden moves must be extremely powerful.

However, his movements made Zi Yan, who was standing aside, no longer in the mood to watch the game. Chu Run's hot lips were tightly pressed against her hands, and with the touch of his tongue, it was just kissing her hands. A burst of electric current spread to her heart through her arms, making her whole body warm up.

Zi Yan didn't know what to do. If a man dared to do this on her normally, she would have been angry and even waved to slap her. But now she liked this feeling in her heart, and even remembered the scene of Chu Run's pants, and couldn't help but floated her eyes at Chu Run's part.

It didn't matter when Zi Yan almost cried out. It turned out that Chu Run's pants were actually taller than when she saw them. It looked like there was a small tree inside. And as Chu Run's expression continued to be excited, it was still swaying there.

Zi Yan only felt that the current coming from her arm seemed to be stronger, and it kept hitting her heart, making her unable to help but think about it. What if Chu Run did not do that to her now? Can she really bear it? It just depends on whether the huge appearance would hurt herself.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt her heart beating faster. The constant craze of her heart made her unable to help but tightly tweak her legs, as if she was resisting the evil deeds of a thug, but she seemed to be unable to resist it.

In fact, Chu Run didn't think about this at all. His heart was always on the screen on TV. He wanted to rush to the stage to replace Wang Long, and then beat the Jiao En to a crazy beating. But there was a crispy little hand on his mouth, but his body instinctively reacted violently.

At this time, Wang Long on the stage was slightly hesitant. He seemed to feel the difference between Jiao En. There was no reason for this guy to fight with him like this, especially his constantly flickering eyes, as if he was preparing for something.

Wang Long has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has practiced ancient martial arts from China. As he grows older, he can be said to be a veteran of all kinds of battles. He has seen many masters, but he does not impulsively think that his power is invincible in the world. Even his sword skills are just a slightly higher character among ancient martial arts masters, and he is far from a real strong man.

But there is one thing that Wang Long is still very confident, that is, if he really uses a long sword, he will definitely defeat the opponent. It’s just that he is waiting for an opportunity, the best attack opportunity that can make the opponent proud. After all, Jiao En is so fast, and if there are any other tricks, it is not easy to use a knife to deal with him.

Jiaoen on the opposite side is also planning his moves. He could see that Wang Long is similar to his speed and strength. If he wants to defeat the opponent, he must use his special moves. He believes that as long as he uses his decisive moves, the guy on the opposite side who only knows how to compete with his strength will definitely be caught off guard and will be able to defeat him easily at that time.

So after the two of them looked at each other for a while, Jiao En finally laughed out loud; "Haha, I didn't expect to meet a Chinese man who was so resistant today, but I have to do my best below. I hope you must not give up before being torn apart by me."

His words were very arrogant, but Wang Long smiled disdainfully: "Go to you, MD, I tell you, today your uncle will let you see the integrity of our Chinese people. If you don't kill them, you won't be finished."

Jiaoen looked at Wang Long's reckless look, and a trace of successful smile flashed across the corner of his eyes: "Okay, now we will fight another game, and we both use our best efforts to see who handles and who wins."

"Okay, come and fight." Wang Long said as he rushed forward.
Chapter completed!