Chapter 69： where is he

"What an exquisite martial skill, is it so easy to crack the golden leg?"

Seeing this, everyone was a little dumbfounded. They didn't expect that Yang Mo, who they were optimistic about, fell into a disadvantage.

"It should be just a fluke."

Thinking of this, many of the Yang family's children nodded secretly, all refusing to admit the scene they saw just now.

Yang Mo frowned, his eyes slowly dignified, but he felt that it was not a fluke just now.

However, at this moment, Yang Zilei moved first.

As Longying's footwork started, quickly attacked Yang Mo!

Facing Yang Zilei's offensive, Yang Mo opened and closed his fists, constantly blocking the former's fist burst.

But every time Yang Mo wanted to fight back, he was cleverly blocked by Yang Zimo.

What followed was another attack with guns, and he became more and more frightened after the battle.

What is even more bizarre is that in the process of defending, Yang Mo suddenly discovered a serious problem.

That is, Yang Zilei who was still fighting him just now...

Why did it suddenly disappear? !

Yang Mo suddenly looked suspicious and hurriedly looked around.

However, there was no one on the huge ring except him.

The crowd around the ring was also shocked.

They remembered that they hadn't seen Yang Zilei leave just now, but disappeared out of thin air as if the world had evaporated.

In this regard, everyone could not help but feel a little weird.

"I almost forgot that the boss had the trick of invisibility, hehe, this time I won."

Chen Si's eyes lit up, and the regrets on his previous face were instantly swept away, replaced by an uplifting look.

Patriarch Yang Langtian, who was watching not far away, as well as the senior members of the family, were also surprised.

"No, I can sense his breath, still in the ring!"

Yang Mo's eyes were startled, and it was obvious that Yang Zilei's breath had not disappeared, but the question was, where was he! ? .

At this time, Yang Zilei, who was wearing an Ant-Man uniform, moved quickly behind him like an ant. At the same time as the Ant-Man uniform was removed, his body instantly became bigger and he flew directly.

The unforgettable pain rushed into my mind like the Yellow River in an instant! !

"what--!!"

In the next second, a tragic scream resounded throughout the trial field. Yang Mo's face flushed, and he immediately lost his combat power and fell to the ground, his hands covering his lower body, his body trembling and curling into a ball.

"Sorry, the start is a bit heavy, are you okay?"

At the same time as the voice sounded, Yang Zilei's body also appeared. Seeing Yang Mo's tragic look, an awkward smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As a man, he naturally knew how sour it was to be kicked there.

Yang Zilei also deeply apologized for this, but it was also because of a trick that was able to quickly end the battle.

silence!

Deathly silence!

Everyone watching around was stunned, looking at Yang Zilei stupidly, and the whole audience was silent, as if shocked by this sudden scene.

"In this round, Yang Zilei won."

Seeing that his grandson had actually lost his yin leg, the wrinkles on the elder's cheeks were constantly twitching.

But as a referee, he still has to grit his teeth and tell the outcome of the game.

"Huh? Brother Mo lost?!"

"Then all the money I bet is gone!"

Hearing this, in the quiet court, a wailing burst suddenly broke out, and each one beat his chest and his feet.

In this bet, those who bet on Yang Tafeng, although shocked, still hold a glimmer of hope.

However, when it was Yang Tafeng's turn, this guy shuddered at the thought of what happened to Yang Mo just now.

With a slightly panicked expression on his face, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No need to compare, I...I admit defeat."

However, when this remark came out, it undoubtedly aroused public anger.

Suddenly, the screams came and went one after another in the field, all thinking that Yang Tafeng was in the head.

Yang Tafeng curled his lips indifferently to the unpleasant curses around him.

joke.

He had already lost a game just now, and even if he beat Yang Zilei, the three of them would at most draw a tie.

But this concept is extremely slim.

If you lose, then the price paid is absolutely painful.

In that case, it is better to admit defeat.

Regarding this result, Yang Zilei naturally smiled indifferently with satisfaction, and said, "Accept."

Yang Tafeng looked slightly cold, then grinned and said, "Where is it."

"It's great, Dad won!"

Yang Chenchen was obviously the happiest person present, clapping his hands and jumping happily.

And her piece of jade pendant, which was used as a bet, had not been evaluated in advance, and the family disciple who set up the game had no choice but to continuously increase the evaluation under the prestige of the old Patriarch.

In the end, it reached ten thousand taels of gold, and the old Patriarch had withdrawn his majestic look.

One loses three, that is, Yang Chenchen directly earned 30,000 yuan, and almost took away all the bets that others lost, and she became a little rich woman.

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