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  Sang Dazhuang's voice continued, becoming more and more severe: "Continue, don't stop, speed up, stabilize your foot, and punch alternately with both hands, hurry up..."

  Mr. Mo frowned: "Is this kid too strict? That's your good little granddaughter, Sang Niumo, Sang Tiedan, you two don't feel bad."

  Master Sang said: "Do you know who my grandson's master is?"

   "Who?" Mr. Mo really didn't know.

Old Man Sang narrowed his eyes and said: "There are thousands of poisonous snakes and beasts in the mountains. If they are not fast enough, ruthless enough, or stable enough, they will die. He taught the two children. If he is not strict with them, they will die. The distress at this time is worth a few cents."

  Master Mo is silent, the members of Lao Sang's family still belong to Lao Sang's family, they are ruthless enough, and they are ruthless to themselves.

   "Ahhh..." Sang Ye was already beating mad, like a crazy little lion, punching constantly, Chai Lin could only defend, feeling like his bones were about to break.

   "Bang..." Sang Ye suddenly threw a punch, which landed on Chai Lin's arms crossed in front of his chest to resist. The shock made his arm numb, and he backed up again and again, falling down the ring, ending the fight.

  Chai Lin stood under the stage, with his hands hanging by his side, trembling slightly, it was really painful.

   On Bing Cube's face, there was a touch of enthusiasm, a rare and enjoyable fight.

  Sang Ye's shoulder-length short hair was already wet with sweat, sticking to her face, her teeth and lips were still scarlet, her eyes were frighteningly bright, and she raised her arms and laughed wildly: "Who else?"

  The small appearance is arrogant and unruly, but also full of evil charms, looking like a little villain.

   Everyone swallowed their saliva in unison, the little girl refreshed their three views, and the members of Lao Sang's family made them realize a new height.

  In the crowd, I don't know who it is, and shouted: "Okay."

   Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause continued, and shouts resounded throughout the martial field, arousing the enthusiasm of many spectators.

  Sang Ye proudly puffed out her small chest, snarling.

  Master Sang nodded in satisfaction, yes, yes, he is from the old Sang's family, and he can't go wrong.

   "Old Motou, please comfort and comfort Boy Chai. It is not shameful to lose to my Sang family."

  Mr. Mo is also convinced, but he can't understand Mr. Sang's embarrassment.

   "Don't be so embarrassing, Boy Chai doesn't want to have **** with a little girl, don't be too thick-skinned."

  Master Sang snorted, with an expression on his face that you are just jealous of me.

  The members of the Lan family next to him finally believed the old man Lan's words. They thought they were incapable of fighting Chailin, and even forced him off the ring.

  Meng Tianshou's old face was a little gloomy, and the matter of taking action against the Sang family had to be postponed again.

  Meng Wenchao was full of dissatisfaction: "It's just grandstanding."

  Meng Tianshou squinted him: "Stop arrogance and impetuosity, it's up to you, go up and perform well."

  Meng Wenchao put away his annoyance, and nodded in response: "Understood, Grandpa."

  Meng Wenchang next to him has been very silent, as if he doesn't care about anything, as if he doesn't care much about anything.

  Meng Wenchang is the eldest son of Meng Shidong, the third son of Meng Tianshou, twenty-one.

  Looks more like her mother, with a square face, without the fierce look that the Meng family is used to, but looks a bit naive.

  Because he doesn't look like the Meng family and has a very dull temper, Meng Tianshou doesn't like it very much.

  In terms of ability, it is on par with Meng Wenchao.

  Listening to the conversation between Meng Wenchao and Meng Tianshou, he remained silent, but sneered in his heart.

  Those who think highly of themselves are the ones who don't know what it means.

  Sang Dazhuang saw that Sang Ye was still on the ring, and glared at her: "It took ten minutes before you rolled down, how proud are you, trash."

  Mulberry leaf's arrogance suddenly disappeared.

   Walked off the stage with his mouth curled up.

  Mulberry took out the ointment: "Stupid, come here."

   Mulberry leaves baring their teeth, really annoying.

  He walked over obediently, and winked at Lan Tianqin: "Lao Lan, is Miss Ye Zi really strong?"

  Lan Tianqin was heartbroken to death: "It's amazing, Sister Ye Zi is the best."

  Sang Ye came to an end immediately: "My younger brother is still sensible and can talk, unlike some people."

  Some people Sang Dazhuang can't see it.

  Some people apply medicine on mulberry leaves indifferently.

  Using Sang Ye's punching style, one punch after another, head-to-head punching, after countless punches, not only Chai Lin was hurt, but Sang Ye's hand also suffered.

  The back of the fist was red and swollen, and it looked horrible.

  In other places, Chailin also caused a lot of redness and swelling, and after a while, it would turn into a large area of ​​bruising.

   In Mulberry's view, head-to-head is the most stupid way to play.

   Injuring one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-inflicted injuries is hopelessly stupid.

  Looking at Lan Tianqin: "Don't imitate her, just be stupid." His medicine is very expensive, and he can still eat meat if he sells it for money.

  Lan Tianqin helped the mulberry leaves apply the medicine, smiling awkwardly. It's hard to say that Mulberry Ye's play is stupid, and it's hard to refute Mulberry's not stupidity.

  Tai Shang, Meng Wenchao has already stood up and challenged Lan Tianqin by name.

  Master Lan frowned slightly.

  Meng Wenchao has been in the army for several years. Apart from his age, Lan Tianqin has a lot of experience, combat experience, skills, and scheming, all of which are better than Lan Tianqin.

   This battle must be lost. I just hope that the Meng family will not go too far.

  Sang Ye poked Lan Tianqin: "Reject?"

  Lan Tianqin shook his head: "The Lan family will not retreat without a fight."

  Sang Ye patted Lan Tianqin on the shoulder: "Good job, don't worry, if you lose, let my brother avenge you."

  Lan Tianqin nodded.

  Mulberry said: "Beware of his tricks."

"I see."

  Sang Dazhuang whispered: "That man's left waist is a weak point, no matter whether he attacks on his left waist, he won't lose too badly."

  Lan Tianqin's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Uncle Sang."

  The young man gained confidence and stepped onto the stage slowly.

  Mulberry stuffed the medicine into Mulberry Ye: "Give it to Uncle Chai, and stay by Mom's side. Because of you, Mom feels sorry for you. Let's see how you end up."

  Sang Ye glanced at the smiling Yu Zhi, feeling a little guilty.

  Picked up the medicine, jumped up and down, ran to Chailin, and gave him the medicine.

  Chai Lin's arms were swollen no less than mulberry leaves, or even worse. Sang Ye's fists landed on his arms, and the bones were not cracked. It was because Chai Lin's ability was in place, and Sang Ye was also exerting force under his hands, otherwise Chai Lin's hands would really be useless.

  Chai Lin didn't refuse either, looking at the mulberry leaves where the medicine was applied, it seemed that the symptoms were much relieved, and the medicine must be good: "Thank you."

  Sang Ye grinned: "Uncle Chai, let's continue next time."

   "Okay." Chai Lin was also looking forward to it. Sang Ye's ability surprised him and excited him even more.

  People from Lao Sang's family are really powerful.

   After giving the medicine, Mulberry Ye is tired of being a good girl by Yuzhi's side.

  Yu Zhi touched Sang Ye's sweaty little face with distress and amused, and wiped her sweat and blood with a wet towel.

   "Drink saliva and rinse your mouth, and show your hands to mom."

  Sang Ye obeyed obediently: "It doesn't hurt, but it's fun. Everyone praises me. I'm better than those big men."

Yuzhi didn't take away the little girl's comforting words, and nodded her forehead: "Yes, our leaves are the most powerful. Sit down and rest for a while, your clothes are wet, so don't catch a cold." Turning to Wang Xinfeng again: " Mom, give Ye Zi some pastries, you should be hungry."

  Wang Xinfeng stared at Sang Ye, who looked like a silly girl: "The little **** is hungry, she can be hungry if she beats so hard." With disgust in his mouth, his hands didn't stop, and he took a lunch box with cakes for Sang Ye.

  Sang Ye was so happy that she couldn't see her teeth: "Thank you mom, thank you grandma."

  Master Sang was a little greedy: "My great-great-grandson, bring some for my great-grandfather."

   As soon as he stretched his paw forward, Wang Xinfeng patted it on him: "Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat whatever you want."

  The old man covered the back of his hand, so aggrieved that he didn't dare to say anything.

  Master Mo laughed, calling him what he deserved.

  Master Sang was so angry that he didn't dare to yell at his daughter-in-law, but he didn't have any pressure to yell at Mr. Mo: "Get out."

  Mr. Mo sneered: "You bastard."

  Yu Zhi felt helpless seeing the two old men feel uncomfortable without bickering for a while.

  Brought out another lunch box, which also contained snacks, and handed it to the old man: "Grandpa, you and Grandpa Mo are both puffing their stomachs. It's almost noon, and there shouldn't be a break in the middle."

   "Dad, are you hungry? Let's have some food together?"

  Master Sang hurriedly took the lunch box in his hand, for fear that Wang Xinfeng would **** it back.

  The two old men started fighting for food as you came and I went.

  Papa Sang shook his head: "No, Dad is not hungry, you and your mother will eat, and I will ask Serious to go to the cafeteria for dinner later, and you can also taste the food in our cafeteria."

   "Okay," Yu Zhi replied, and then asked Mulberry Ye to deliver some snacks to Mr. Lan.

  Mr. Lan was very happy, and talked with Mulberry Ye for a long time.

  Mr. Mo looked at the baggage of Lao Sang's family, and was amazed: "Look, who else brings big and small bags except your Lao Sang's family? Really treat this as a spring outing?"

  Yuzhi was a little embarrassed, she was embarrassed to say that these things were all prepared for her by the old lady.

   "Eating can bring closer relationships. It's rare to participate in such a party. Everyone is not familiar with each other to avoid embarrassment, so I brought some more food. Grandpa Mo, would you like another one?"

  Wang Xinfeng took away the burden at once: "No matter what you come for, people who can't keep their mouths shut, no matter how much they eat, it's a waste."

Mr. Mo raised a smile and froze on his face. He couldn't get angry at Wang Xinfeng, so he could only stare at Mr. Sang: "Useless little bastard, look what kind of wife you found, be stingy!" , you deserve to be tightly controlled, and you will never make it to the top of your life."

  Papa Sang narrowed his eyes at Mr. Mo: "You keep spitting out what you just ate, and then dislike my wife, otherwise these words will sound like a white-eyed wolf to you."

  Mr. Mo was so angry, he turned around and slapped Mo Xunli: "You useless little bastard, everyone knows that the whole family is working hard to deal with your father."

   "It's good for you, you are like a gourd with a sawed mouth, you don't say a word, watching your father being bullied, you are an unfilial son, what use is there for you."

   Feeling very innocent, Mo Xunli rubbed the back of his head and bared his teeth. He is sixty years old. Father, in public, can’t you show him some face?

  Grandpa Sang laughed happily: "Old man, why make things difficult for the younger generation, if you are jealous of me, just say so, and I won't laugh at you."

   "Bah, who is jealous of you old ruffian, shameless."

   "Heh, tough talk."

  The two old men are coming and going, and they are fighting again.

   Mo Xunli, who was slapped for no reason, smiled at Papa Sang.

  Papa Sang looked disgusted: "It's really useless. I'm still beaten by my father at sixty. I'm different. I only get scolded by my father."

  Mo Xunli...

  The disgust on Wang Xinfeng's face was even worse than that on Papa Sang's face, and the target was Papa Sang.

  There are more than 50 people who are grandpas, and when they are scolded by their fathers, they don't look so embarrassing.

  Take out the lunch box: "Come on, Zhizhi, eat quickly, don't bother with those old things, there is nothing left to eat, no matter how much you give them, it's a waste, you eat more."

  Yuzhi smiled and said yes, let the old lady have a bite first, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, you have a bite, and I will eat it affectionately.

  Others are watching the game seriously, but Lao Sang's family is eating here seriously.

   The eyes that fell on Lao Sang's family from time to time seemed indescribable.

  On the stage, Lan Tianqin and Meng Wenchao have already fought hundreds of moves.

   From all aspects, Lan Tianqin will not be Meng Wenchao's opponent.

  But unfortunately, Lan Tianqin has persisted until now unexpectedly.

  The young man has good skills. Although he does not have the strength of mulberry leaves or the speed of mulberries, he is very smart and knows how to use strength to unload strength.

  Meng Wenchao's moves, like his own, are dark.

  Zhaozhao is full of conspiracy, if you are not careful, you will be hit, with the ruthlessness of a deadly attack.

   Lan Tianqin was beaten terribly by Meng Wenchao in the first dozen or so moves, and there were many bloods.

  But after that, he figured out Meng Wenchao's habits, and he could predict his shots every time, leverage his strength to avoid them perfectly, and counterattack.

  After he was no longer in a hurry, he would also take the initiative to attack, so he shot at Meng Wenchao's left waist.

  Like Sang Ye's desperate style of play, as long as Meng Wenchao's attack is not fatal, he will ignore it and just stare at Meng Wenchao's left waist.

   This style of play is even more stupid than Sang Ye's.

  Sang Ye at least didn't let the attack fall on him.

  Lan Tianqin is purely self-inflicted damage of 10,000, and 8,000 damage to the enemy.

  After a hundred moves, Meng Wenchao's left waist had collapsed, and he had to lean his body to the right to relieve the pain.

  A face that was already fierce was distorted by anger, making it look very ferocious.

  His eyes were red, wishing he could swallow Lan Tianqin alive.

   And Lan Tianqin was not much better, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his body was also covered with large and small injuries. In many places, the skin was torn apart, and the corners of his eyes were even ruptured.

   In this competition, no one was really pleased.

   Meng Wenchao, who originally wanted to crush Lan Tianqin and kick him off the stage, gritted his teeth in hatred. Not only did he hurt his waist, but he also lost face.

   Murderous aura suddenly appeared, and he was about to kill with a raised hand.

  Mr. Lan's heart froze, and Sang Dazhuang shouted: "Come down."

  Lan Tianqin turned his head and jumped off the ring without hesitation.

   Meng Wenchao's attack failed, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, and his sinister gaze fell on Sang Dazhuang.

  Damn the Sans.

  Sang Dazhuang stared back with his eyes like copper bells, the sense of oppression suddenly dropped, making Meng Wenchao's legs tremble, and finally walked off the ring unwillingly.

  He won, but he was aggrieved by winning.

  Mulberry treated Lan Tianqin's wound, her delicate face was tense, her thin lips were tightly pursed, making Lan Tianqin's heart thump.

  Before he was telling him not to be stupid like Sang Ye, but in the end, he was even more stupid than Sang Ye.

   "That, Xiao Mo, actually I..."

   Mulberry glanced at him faintly, Lan Tianqin silently closed his mouth, feeling guilty.

  Mulberry lowered her eyes again and continued to apply the medicine. When she saw Mulberry Ye coming, she threw the medicine to Mulberry Ye and stepped onto the stage by herself.

  According to the serial number, it's time for him to challenge someone.