When he was about to play, Song Yue squatted on the side of the shoelaces of his practice shoes, while secretly observing the people around Zhang Zixing.

There are men and women, and there are a few young men with arrogant expressions. They are not martial artists at first glance, but they can’t tell anything. He can only secretly wake himself up in his heart and not be able to rogue for a while.

Although it was a little hasty, this was also the first battle for me to officially kick the club.

Before going to the ring, Song Yue remembered something. He took his mobile phone, opened the barcode for receiving and paying, came to Zhang Zixing and his group of people, and pointed the payment code on the mobile phone screen to Zhang Zixing's face.

Everyone:?

Zhang Zixing was also stunned for a moment, then he looked dark, took out his cell phone without saying a word, and paid him 500,000 yuan.

So rich!

It seems that the upper limit of my transfer amount is only tens of thousands?

Well, I haven't told anyone about it, I don't know.

Song Yue ignored Zhang Zixing, who was dark-faced and the confused people, and directly took back his phone. Although the money could not buy much top-notch ingredients, he could have eaten it for a while if he had an ordinary martial artist's set meal.

There is still money to get when you play in the club. Some of your growth efforts are contributed by Zhang Zixing.

Those strengths will be thankful to Zhang Zixing.

When he was asking Zhang Zixing for money, Song Yue carefully observed the arrogant young people around him. Apart from being indifferent, he did not feel any hostility.

This also made him feel a little relieved.

But he did not relax his vigilance.

On the ring.

Chen He clasped his fists at Song Yue: "Chen He, from Xingwu Pavilion."

Song Yue nodded: "Stop talking nonsense, do it."

This person is so rude!

This is Chen He’s most intuitive feeling about Song Yue.

Even though I knew that this man had defeated Meng Xudong, a sense of injustice suddenly surged deep in my heart.

The blood suddenly boiled.

With the starting move, blood and energy burst out from his body.

Another young master!

Chen He didn't even test it, but just hit Song Yue with a heavy punch.

Song Yue concentrated his mind and entered the state in an instant. He raised his arm to block it, raised Chen He's fierce fist, clenched his fist with the other hand, and punched Chen He's chest with a heavy punch.

Chen He raised his arms to block.

With two dull bangs, everyone watching the fun was directly in the state and became excited.

In the blink of an eye, a few rounds passed, and Song Yue's fierce boxing skills and flexible steps made Chen He very difficult to resist. The hard kung fu competition was his real strength, and this thing could not be fake.

If you can do it, if you can't do it, if you can't do it.

While everyone at the Xingwu Pavilion was excited, they couldn't help but feel a little worried.

This time, my elder brother... I'm afraid he's going to fall apart!

Just now, I gave him 500,000?

Wouldn’t this be a loss to the wife and the army?

I just hope that this wild boy without any sect but extremely cruel will be able to tell some of the rules of martial arts, without any grievances, and not to take too seriously.

Song Yue did not do his best.

As soon as the two sides fought, he knew that the other party was not good.

It's not a weak chicken, but it's not his opponent at all, so Song Yue has put more of his attention off the field now.

The same thing, he didn't believe that Zhang Zixing would rather spend 500,000 yuan than find a place for his younger brother, and would be so stupid.

Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen He's hair on the opposite side was already wet, his face was a little pale, and his qi and blood were obviously decaying.

But he was unwilling to give up.

He saw that the other party was not using all his strength, and his seemingly strong fists were actually a bit perfunctory.

This made him feel embarrassed and angry.

He roared, forcibly stimulated his blood and pounced on him fiercely again.

Fighting with Song Yue.

Just when both sides were inadvertently attacking each other, Song Yue suddenly felt a tingling pain in his brain.

This is without warning and completely unreasonable!

It's like a migraine, and it's like this, but it hurts much more than a migraine.

Even though he was always on guard, his movements still seemed a little slow in an instant.

Chen He is indeed not his opponent, the two are much different.

But after all, he is also a young master, how can he not seize such an opportunity?

A heavy punch was about to fall on Song Yue's face. At the critical moment, Chen He hesitated for a moment.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew there was something wrong!

If the other party wants to defeat him, it doesn’t take that long, so how could he sell such a big loophole for him?

The key is the key head!

Although he could not think of more in the flash, he still turned the fist that had originally hit Song Yue's face down a little, letting the fist downward and hit Song Yue's right shoulder.

At the same time, Song Yue also let out an angry roar, twisting his right shoulder back in a forward stance, and retracting a little.

Bang!

Chen He's heavy punch still hit Song Yue's right shoulder.

A stinging pain came suddenly, and Song Yue took two steps back.

Taking a deep breath, the stinging pain from his right shoulder made him sweat coldly, and there was a high probability that he would have a slight bone crack.

He said to Chen He who was a little dazed, very bachelor, "I lost!"

Chen He's mouth squirmed. He first looked at Zhang Zixing, who was expressionless under the stage with some difficulty, then looked at Song Yue again, and finally he mustered up the courage and said, "No, this is not right! I'm not your opponent!"

Song Yue grinned in pain, but still looked at Chen He deeply: "Your name is Chen He, right? I've made friends with you!"

After saying that, he slowly walked off the ring, first came to Zhang Zixing, and raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Want to slap me?"

Zhang Zixing had a blank expression on his face: "I don't understand what you are talking about? Can't you afford to lose?"

Song Yue became more and more sure that his head hurt just now, 100% of what Zhang Zixing did. Although he wanted to scream in pain, he held back and said with a smile: "You can afford to lose and you can afford to lose. I am not the protagonist of the cool story. I will push the whole world without defeat. If you lose, you will lose."

Then he looked at Zhang Zixing: "I'm done with your brother, right?"

Zhang Zixing said a word coldly: "Count it!"

Song Yue smiled: "Then the matter between us has just begun."

Zhang Zixing narrowed his eyes: "Welcome at any time."

Song Yue smiled and said, "Thank you for your 500,000 medical expenses. I remember this unforgettable battlefield."

After saying that, he ignored Zhang Zixing, who looked a little ugly, came to Meng Xudong and smiled: "Xiao Meng, you are very good!"

Meng Xudong is not a blind man. He can see clearly what happened on the ring just now, but now he just feels wronged.

He looked at Song Yue: "I..."

Song Yue shook his head: "Don't explain it, is it related that you are all together? Are you in the martial arts circle?"

Then he looked at the people in the Xingwu Pavilion: "Xingwu Pavilion is a good place, I will come back!"
Chapter completed!