Chapter 310

The scene is chaotic!

Meng fan was also startled.

Although I have fought several times before, there is no such scene in front of me.

Even if there were so many police and chaotic passengers at the airport that day, Meng fan didn't feel there was chaos in front of him.

At the airport, Meng fan was completely prepared, and even thought of the worst.

The chaos in front of us suddenly appeared, and there was no psychological preparation at all.

There are four teams of more than 40 Chinese gladiators who came to the MMA Asian training camp this time. Half of them are assigned to Kyoto dome, and there are more than 20 people. There are at least 30 neon gladiators here. This is a big scuffle of 50 people.

Plus the gladiators from other countries who were ready to join the excitement and wanted to watch the excitement but were soon affected, let alone hundreds of people, the scuffle of 80 people is less!

Although comprehensive combat is not so suitable for scuffle, it is also very practical. Even if there is no way to fight, it is a throwing skill and ground skill, but the power of boxing and kicking is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Coupled with the scolding and screaming in various languages, the huge training ground is completely disordered.

“???！”

Meng fan heard a low cry behind him, and then he was severely kicked behind him, and his body leaned forward. Fortunately, Meng fan was strong enough to stagger and stop.

Looking back, I saw a man who looked like a South Korean. He seemed to find that his feet were useless. Plus Meng fan's weight exceeded him by at least two levels, so he stepped back two steps.

"Grass Mud Horse!"

Meng fan roared and rushed out, but instead of rushing towards the South Korean, he rushed forward.

Because the seventh brother was beaten!

Wu Ji came down from the challenge arena, and his position was just the center of the conflict. Coupled with his strong goal, he certainly became the target of public criticism.

Instead, after three rounds of fierce competition with Baijing, his sweat on his body was the same as that he had just taken a bath, and his physical strength was almost exhausted. In addition, he had sat down to rest after coming down, and that mouthful was unloaded. It was too difficult to raise his state after such a high-intensity competition.

Just stand up and get down after a few times.

Lao hei and others finally stopped, and several people crowded here from the neon side. The advantage of the number of people played a great role at this time.

In addition, fighting athletes from several countries are also taking part in the fun. It seems that they just want to take advantage of this opportunity to abolish Wu Ji. They don't know whether it is because he usually wins or offends too many people, or he is premeditated.

Of course, Meng fan doesn't understand this. He only knows that he can't watch the seventh brother being beaten, not to mention Wu Tong. When they were in Hangzhou, they were more or less in love.

Meng fan was caught in the scuffle after being attacked by someone. Meng fan was not angry, but the seventh brother was beaten, and Meng fan was instantly jealous.

Originally, I thought I was not in this circle. Hurry to hide. Now, I rushed like a tank, regardless of whether the neon people or Chinese people or people from other countries were standing in front of me. All of them pushed aside and soon came to the edge of Wu Ji.

At the moment, a neon man was raising his feet to step on Wu Ji's chest. Meng fan was in a hurry, his speed broke out, and suddenly leaned up, slamming the lightweight neon fighter out.

Then Meng fan picked Wu Ji's body, supported his hands and feet, and protected him.

Bang bang.

Then, the feet of the other two neon people fell on Meng fan.

The foot that stepped on the buttocks was ok, but the foot that fell on the back neck completely stunned Meng fan, with great strength. Stepping on the back neck, he felt a strong sense of suffocation in front of his chest, which was very uncomfortable.

Before it was over, another foot slapped at Meng fan's chin from bottom to top, and kicked it hard. Meng fan felt his brain buzzing, and then a salty smell rushed out of his mouth, which completely stimulated Meng fan.

A whip leg came straight.

Meng fan suddenly looked up, his eyes flushed, and his hand copied.

PA.

This leg was severely whipped in the palm of Meng fan's hand. Meng fan was so painful that he clenched his teeth. With this bite, he found that several teeth were loose!

Resisting the pain that the tiger's mouth was about to crack, he grabbed the leg with one hand, and then Meng fanho grabbed it, and the other hand stretched out a probe and grabbed the man's neck.

Grasp and push with one hand and grasp the neck with the other.

He jumped up hard, and then fell out towards the ground.

Dong.

The man landed with a loud noise.

"Ding!"

Meng fan had a prompt sound in his brain, but at the moment, Meng fan was completely crazy and didn't look at it at all.

When.

Just after he threw the man out, he was kicked again in the back. This time, Meng fan's body was really motionless like an iron tower, and he turned around and rushed over.

Grasp the man's shoulders with both hands, take him, and hit the octagonal cage ring severely.

Bah.

After the collision, Meng fan sprayed all the salty smell on the face.

Turning around, he strode towards Wu Ji, grabbed a person beside him, suddenly accelerated, took this person two steps, and then his body stung. His hands, feet and waist worked together, and he fell over his shoulder, smashing this person like a sandbag into the two neon people in front of him. After falling, he accelerated again, jumped up, pressed down, and sat down with three neon people on his buttocks.

Sit down, take advantage of the rebound of the three meat mats and roll out. Holding a person's feet is a hug and fall.

Pop pop pop.

Where Meng fan passed, he grabbed and fell when he saw people, and some of them twisted and twisted with the joint skill of the grappling technique after falling out.

"Lord Meng, it's me! Little heihei!"

Lao Hei had already found that Meng fan was fighting, but seeing Meng fan as if he was crazy, he fell at the sight of people. Seeing him coming towards him, he quickly shouted.

However, Meng fan accelerated after hearing it!

Lao Hei almost cried. Isn't Meng Ye killing red eyes? He wasn't killed by the neon people. Is he going to be Ko by his own people?

PA.

Hearing a voice, Lao Hei found that Meng fan didn't catch himself, but a neon man behind him.

Then, Lao Hei saw Meng fan slapping several times and slamming the South Koreans behind him to the ground, especially one of them. After landing, Meng fan stepped on him.

South Korea this time came a dozen fighting players, all in this venue for training, and the remaining six or seven were silly. When they saw Meng fan coming towards them, they quickly shouted.

"We didn't participate."

"It has nothing to do with us!"

"We are not from the same martial arts school as the man just now!"

Obviously, they also saw the sneak attack on Meng fan by the man who was stepped on by Meng fan just now.

Meng fan doesn't care. He will crash if he goes up.

Three of them ran ahead of time, and Meng fan didn't catch up. He turned and walked in the direction of other scuffles.

make love.

These South Koreans who ran away saw Meng fan fall again from a distance. They were all glad that they ran fast.

They are all fighting athletes, so don't they have the blood to fight?

Really not!

First of all, it's not a weight level. Secondly, it's the onlookers who see that Meng fan has made a lot of moves, and they clearly know that it's not a strength level at all.

As more and more people fell to the ground by Meng fan, the scuffle and noise in the venue became less and less.

One part was indeed killed by Meng fan, and the other part was that more and more people saw Meng fan's ferocious shot. Other countries basically stopped participating in the fun and watching the fun being affected.

Where did this monster rush out!

Although there are only a few masters among the athletes participating in the training here - the best one is the pair who just competed, at least they are all registered players. I didn't see any one who can hide from the monster, let alone the monster seems to be full of throwing skills, and its strength is surprisingly large, and no one can resist.

It's also true that many people gave the monster a kick or a few punches, but they couldn't move!

"What are you doing!"

"Stop!"

“STOP！”

Many security guards rushed in, as well as some senior managers of the organizers and some managers of MMA events. Seeing this chaotic scene, they were surprisingly angry.

Meng fan saw that everyone else stopped, and he didn't go up to get people anymore. He calmly walked back to Wu Ji, glanced coldly at a few neon players who were still standing, and then sat down beside Wu Ji, panting. Seeing that Wu Ji was still in the mood to laugh at himself at this time, he couldn't help giving a punch.

"Laughing wool, do you know how many feet and punches I got for you? It's killing me!"