It All Starts with the Wizard

Fortunately, at this moment Quincy has no intention of paying attention to the reaction of the audience, otherwise he may vomit blood directly, his eyes are staring at the red mark that was kicked out on the bull's neck just now, incredibly Shaking his head:

"How is this possible, how can you be okay if you get my kick?"

The bull twisted his neck slightly, and then slowly moved the joints of his wrists and ankles, making a crackling noise, completely ignoring Quincy who was standing opposite.

Quincy raised his leg, seeming to want to take advantage of this attack, but then put it down again. The kick just now was his full strength, so he couldn't hurt the monster in front of him, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

Man Niu moved his joints, then looked at Quincy who was hesitant on the opposite side, grinning:

"Boy, don't say I didn't give you a chance, it's your bad luck, no one can blame others."

After finishing talking, Man Niu took a big stride and walked towards Quincy. He didn't put on any fighting posture, with his arms hanging on his sides, his palms open, his palms facing Quincy, as if he was about to hug. Long time no see old friend.

Quincy moved his steps and retreated. He had calmed down at this time. It seemed that he was too naive to succeed by a sneak attack. He decided to implement the original idea, mainly dodge, and wait for the opportunity to target his critical attack.

"Huh, bull, I admit that you are really good, but it is not so easy to beat me."

After the mood calmed down, Quincy also noticed that the surrounding stands were all cheering for the bulls. In this situation, his iron fan was too weak to be motivated, so he had to say something to wake them up. Own confidence!

Barbarian Niu ignored him, but continued to approach him with strides. The oppression brought by his huge body made Quincy a little heart palpitating. He couldn't find a suitable attack opportunity at all, so he could only continue to open up the opportunities for both sides.

Quincy’s evasive behavior immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the spectators in the audience. They sent out a variety of friendly greetings, and they pounded on the surrounding iron fences like a boo, and the things they could catch in their hands went crazy toward Kun. West threw it over.

Snapped!

A torn shoe that didn’t know where it came from flew by in front of Quincy’s eyes, almost rubbing the tip of his nose. He seemed to smell the sourness brought by the torn shoe, but it flew in front of him. In an instant, a huge boxing shadow that occupies almost his entire field of vision appeared on the tip of his nose with a fierce boxing wind.

The spectators in the audience let out a cry of exclamation. They seemed to be able to imagine Quincy's head bursting like a fragile watermelon in the next second, and their pursuit of blood and killing made them extremely excited.

The old man who just contributed the broken shoe stood stiffly on the spot, his right arm was still in a throwing posture, watching his saliva-blurred hair, it was the one who shouted Hurricane Quincy before. The number one iron powder.

Just now, a few bullish iron fans have been looking at him suspiciously, seeming to recognize this fake fan. In order to show his loyalty, he did not hesitate to take off the torn shoe that he had not washed for many years, and he went to Quincy. Throw it over, who wanted to become the fuse of the bull attack.

However, no one thought that the brutal bull's heavy punch actually missed, and Quincy's body was like a flexible civet cat at the moment, arching under the bull's arm.

There was a sneer at the corner of Quincy's mouth. He was already vigilant when the torn shoes flew over. He made a squat action at the moment his fist struck, which not only perfectly avoided the bull's attack, but also I created an excellent opportunity to fight back.

Quincy pointed his right hand like a knife, aimed at Barbarian's armpit, and was about to give him a cruel gesture. At this moment, Barbaric's ear suddenly heard a cold snort.

"Innocent!"

There was a huge chill in Quincy's heart. He immediately stopped the attack and flashed to the left, trying to get out of the bull's attack range, but as soon as he made an evasive action, a heartbreak came from his shoulder blades. The severe pain was accompanied by the sound of broken bones.

After Quincy rolled sideways on the ground for a few laps, he immediately got up, his right arm dropped softly, and a fist-sized dent collapsed on his shoulder. It turned out that after the bull slammed a punch, there was no pause. Following the trend, a fierce elbow hit came down, trying to break Quincy's spine directly, but it made him flash past at the cost of an arm.

But Bulls didn’t care. Anyway, the young man asked him to torture Quincy. In addition, there is no time limit for the game. He intends to always show Quincy a little hope of winning, and then let his hope be ruthless. Press it out, play him a little bit.

Looking at the situation in the audience, Roman already knew the result of the game. To be honest, he had no interest in the next game process. He was just waiting for a result to verify his guess.

The attendant on the side had completely walked out of the shock just now. At this moment, watching the barbarian bull holding the winning ticket, his whole face flushed with excitement, and he crouched on the railing and yelled loudly.

Roman glanced at the Fatty Jin who was still lying on the ground, and paused on the floor with his cane a little impatiently, and then said with a little cold tone:

"Almost get up, when are you going to pretend to be dead, believe it or not, I will let someone chop you off and feed the dog?"

As soon as Roman’s words fell, Fatty Jin’s eyes opened. Although his face was swollen like a pig’s head, he could only see a gap, but there was still a fierce light inside. He saw Fatty Jin’s eyes. , Roman laughed instead, knowing that this guy is not that simple.

Fatty Jin doesn’t seem to be surprised to see Roman here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In fact, he woke up a long time ago. As far as he can remember, what he does most every day is hitting and being beaten, don’t look at him now. Fatty, laughs harmlessly.

But when he was in the town of Dora before, Roman realized that even the chieftain Gehry’s domineering personality was a little jealous of this fat golden man, and Gehry, as the highest-ranking person under the nobles of Dora town, was a little jealous. Why can the unfettered Fatty Kim make him jealous?

Therefore, Roman has never underestimated this fat man. Originally, he was a little confused when he saw that he became someone’s follower Ma Zi. When he saw that he was beaten by several Ma Zi and could not fight back, Roman confirmed this. The guy was definitely not at ease. He stayed beside Duncan and swallowed his breath, pretending to be stupid, he must have other plans.

Fatty Kim got up from the floor without saying a word, wiped a handful of blood from his face, moved his fat **** and sat beside Roman, then reached out and grabbed a snack from the tray on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. Here, Roman didn't care, just sitting next to him, looking at the abuse below him indifferently.

Fatty Jin ate seven or eight pieces of snacks in one breath, and after he poured a large glass of wine, he grinned and looked at Roman, showing a mouthful of white teeth, his expression was not as humble and humble as before, but in blood. Under the support of it, it looks particularly ferocious and fierce, like a beast that chooses people and eats away.