Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  30 or so feet down, Ling Beishan's offensive was completely cancelled, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

   At the same time, Su Haitang was exhausted and fell to the side.

   turned out to be a deadly play.

   The two fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and the whistle sounded, five minutes up.

   "Are your legs alright? Don't you die?"

  Ling Beishan took the lead in sitting up and reaching out to Su Haitang.

   "Did you forget what you said to Jiang Wei before? As for trying so hard, it's not that you will be eliminated if you lose, and only ten points will be deducted."

  Su Haitang took his hand and used his strength to turn over and sit up, panting heavily.

  Zi Qi Jue carried the spiritual spring water in her body for a few weeks to eliminate the dark wounds, and she was already very good, but she still pretended not to be too relaxed.

   "Do you think I am willing? You are so aggressive, if I don't fight back, I will be injured more than this."

  Ling Beishan Sansan touched her short head, and only now remembered that she was a woman.

   "Then what, there are no fathers and sons in the arena, so I don't respect you. You can even win as an instructor, so I'll do my best and don't think too much about it."

  Su Haitang rolled his eyes at him and was too lazy to speak.

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

  Ling Beishan still wanted to pull up her trouser legs to check her ankles, for fear that her old injury would recur.

   "Are you really all right? If you hit me a dozen times, it's not good to hurt your bones. My fists are heavy, and a dozen punches can knock out a sandbag."

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

   Her skin was white, the weather was cold, and a small pimple was provoked on her skin, which was red and looked startling.

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

  Ling Beishan subconsciously stretched out his wrist and compared it with the slender ankle that was as white as snow, still not sure who was thicker.

   It was only now that he clearly realized that he had hit the woman mercilessly just now.

   But this woman kicked him dozens of times just now.

  Ling Beishan stared at the ankle, which was not as thick as his wrist, and couldn't understand how it contained so much strength, it really kicked him over.

   "You two, one more game."

   Lei Li announced in a cold voice that Su Haitang's idea of ​​tying the win-win abacus was not fulfilled at all.

  Su Haitang frowned slightly, a little embarrassed.

   She barely managed to draw a tie just now, and she also deliberately illuminated the red marks on her ankle, implying that it was not easy for her to win, and she should not have the energy to fight again.

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

Huh? How is it two voices?

  Su Haitang looked at Ling Beishan in surprise, and his leopard eyes also showed surprise, followed by a sly smile.

   "Instructor, deduct my points. When I think about Su Haitang's series of kicks, my scalp goes numb, and I really don't know how to break it. If I go on, I will lose."

  Su Haitang waved her hands again and again.

   "I don't have enough strength, and it's a bit reluctant to make a big move. As long as Ling Beishan takes the lead and doesn't give me a chance to make a move, I'm sure I won't play. He wins, I admit defeat."

   Ling Beishan pouted.

"It's really hard to say. You are too resistant, you are fighting against me with a move, and then it is a desperate counterattack; there is no chance that you can create a chance to make a move yourself, unless you faint, or it is still a draw. I If you can't break your tricks, you still lose."

  Su Haitang smiled.

   "Then you exhausted my strength, won't you win?"

   Ling Beishan smiled wryly.

   "You Su Haitang is like a cockroach that can't be beaten to death. I'm not sure if you can use up your stamina for another three to five minutes."