Feng Yin, who was covered in anger, was finally able to fight back.
At this time, all the skills are floating clouds, and only three elements are needed to punch in Fengyin.
Speed, strength and lifelessness.
It is said that the fastest fist speed can reach 13.7 meters per second, and Feng Yin will only be faster, not to mention the power. This is a person who can catch corpses underwater.
The Little Tudou Party, who fought against Feng Yin, represents the boxer. At this time, it was all defense and there was no time to punch.
He only felt that the other party was like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin. His dense fists made him unable to defend against, and each fist brought great pain to his body.
“Stop and stop——”
The other party wanted to stop, and the head coach of the party looked at the translator incomprehensible.
“What did he say?”
The translator said, Xiao Tudou was speaking Chinese just now!
“He said stop.”
“No, he said stop stop stop—–What is it translated?”
“Translation means stop.”
The head coach looked at others without much confidence and asked: Is that right?
Is that true?
I don’t know if it is, but we don’t want to understand.
Finally, several people from Xiao Tudou Fang rushed to the training table and stopped the unilateral beating.
“This is unfair, you are cheating.”
Little Tudouzi started to shout. The translator was about to be translated, and Feng Yin spoke.
“Unfair? Losing is called unfair. You should win. You don’t grow taller and really treat yourself as a baby. The whole world is your mother. You can do whatever you say! You don’t have big heads, but you can hold a lot of water.”
The translator was stupid, and the little potato baga came on.
Because Feng Yin uses their local language to poison his tongue.
“Is there anything else besides Dianbaga? You haven’t learned the wisdom of our ancestors at all, and they are also a barbarian land. The brain development is indeed not very good.”