Chapter 636

More than thirty feet down, Ling Beishan's offensive was all cancelled and fell to the ground unexpectedly.

At the same time, Su Haitang exhausted his strength and fell back to one side.

It's a game of dying together.

The two fell to the ground to breathe, and the whistle sounded. It was five minutes.

"Are your legs all right? Not dead?"

Ling Beishan took the lead in sitting up and stretched out his hand to Su Haitang.

"Have you forgotten what you said about training Jiang Wei before? As for working so hard, you don't have to be eliminated if you lose, just deduct ten points."

Su Haitang took his hand, turned over and sat up with his strength, panting heavily.

Ziqi decided to carry the spirit spring to run in the body for a few weeks to eliminate the secret injury. She was very well, but she still pretended and didn't show too easily.

"You think I want to? You're so fierce. If I don't fight back, I'll be hurt more than that."

Ling Beishan touched a short inch, and now she remembered that she was a woman.

"Well, there's no father and son in the martial arts competition. I respect you. You can even win the instructor. I'll go all out and don't think so much."

Su Haitang glanced at him and was too lazy to speak.

Can we mention other people's black history in front of the instructor? Isn't it Biao!

Ling Beishan still wants to roll up her trouser legs to check her ankles for fear that her old injury will recur.

"Are you really all right? You've been hurt by me for more than ten times, and it's not good to hurt your bones. My fist is heavy, and more than ten fists can burst sandbags."

Su Haitang dodged his hand and rolled up his trouser legs to see.

Her skin was white and cold. She had a small pimple on her skin, which was red and looked shocking.

"It will be bruised tomorrow. I'll get you some medicine oil and rub it later."

Ling Beishan subconsciously stretched out his wrist and compared it with the slender ankle as white as snow. It's still uncertain who is thicker.

Until now, he was clearly aware that he had hit a woman mercilessly just now.

But the woman just kicked him dozens of feet.

Ling Beishan stared at the ankle that was not as thick as his wrist, wondering how the head here could contain so much strength, which really kicked him over.

"You two, do it again."

Lei Li announced in a cold voice that he had never realized Su Haitang's idea of equalizing the win-win abacus.

Su Haitang frowned lightly, somewhat embarrassed.

She just managed to draw, and specially lit the red mark on her ankle, suggesting that it was not easy for her to win. She should have no spare strength to fight again.

She sighed silently and said, "I admit defeat."

Eh? How is it a two tone?

Su Haitang looked at Ling Beishan in surprise. Surprise also appeared in his leopard eyes, and then there was a shy smile.

"Instructor, deduct my points. I feel numb when I think of Su Haitang's move. I really don't know how to break it. I'll lose if I compare it again."

Su Haitang waved his hand again and again.

"I don't have enough strength. I'm a little reluctant to use big moves again. As long as Ling Beishan attacks first and doesn't give me a chance to play, I'm sure I can't play. He won and I admit defeat."

Ling Beishan glanced.

"That's really bad. You're too resistant to fight. You fight against me, and then you fight back. You don't have a chance to create your own moves. Unless you faint, you'll still get a tie. I can't break your moves, or I'll lose."

Su Haitang smiled.

"Then you exhausted my strength and won?"

Ling Beishan smiled bitterly.

"You Su Haitang is like an immortal cockroach. I'm not sure if I can use up your strength in three or five minutes."