After more than 30 feet, Ling Beishan's offensive was completely discontinued, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

At the same time, Su Haitang exhausted his strength and fell to the side in the opposite direction.

It turned out to be the same style of play.

The two fell to the ground and panted, and the whistle sounded immediately, and it was five minutes.

"Are you okay with your legs? Do you want to die?"

Ling Beishan took the lead to sit up and stretched out his hand towards Su Haitang.

"Have you forgotten what Xun Jiangwei said before? As for being so desperate, it's not that if you lose, you will be eliminated and you will deduct ten points."

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

Zi Qijue carried the spirit spring water in her body for a few weeks to eliminate the hidden wounds. She was already well, but she still pretended not to show it too easily.

"Do you think I am willing? Your offensive is so fierce. If I don't fight back, I will suffer more injuries than this."

Ling Beishan groaned for a short while, only now did he remember that she was a woman.

"Then what, there is no father and son in the martial arts competition, I am not respecting you. You can win even the instructor, I will go all out, I didn't think so much."

Su Haitang gave him a blank look, too lazy to talk.

Can we not mention people's dark history in front of the instructor? Is it Biao!

Ling Beishan still wanted to lift up her trousers to check her ankle, for fear that her old injury would recur.

"Are you really okay? It's not good to hurt my bones after you hit me a dozen times. I have a heavy fist, and a dozen punches can burst the sandbag."

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

Her skin was white, the weather was cold, and there was a small bump on her skin, glowing red, and she looked shocking.

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

Ling Beishan stretched out his wrist subconsciously and compared it with the slender ankle that was as white as snow. He still couldn't tell who was thicker.

Only now did he clearly realize that he had beaten the woman mercilessly just now.

But the woman kicked him dozens of feet just now.

Ling Beishan glared at the ankle that was not as thick as his wrist, and couldn't understand why there was so much strength in it, and it really kicked him over.

"You two, do it again."

Resolutely announced in a cold voice that Su Haitang's idea of ​​drawing a win-win abacus was not fulfilled at all.

Su Haitang frowned lightly, a little embarrassed.

She barely drew a tie just now, and also deliberately illuminated the red marks on her ankles, implying that it was not easy to win and that she should have no spare power to fight again.

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

Huh? How is the double tone?

Su Haitang looked at Ling Beishan in surprise, surprise appeared in his pair of leopard eyes, even with a straight smile.

"Instructor, deduct my points. When I think about Su Haitang's sequential kicks, my scalp numbs. I really don't know how to break it. If I compare it, I lose."

Su Haitang waved his hand again and again.

"I don't have enough strength, and I'm 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 will definitely be out of luck. It's him who wins and I give up."

Ling Beishan curled his lips.

"That's really bad. You are too defensive. You fight me hard, and then you fight back. There is no chance that you can create the chance to move yourself. Unless you faint, you will still tie. I If you can't break your tricks, you still lose."

Su Haitang smiled.

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

Ling Beishan smiled bitterly.

"You Su Haitang is like a cockroach that can't be killed. If you come for another three to five minutes, I'm not sure if you can consume your energy."