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Chapter 162 For Glory (2)

This kind of final, which was not the final, has attracted everyone's attention. Those who stacked the walls and stood immediately, some even climbed to the top of the felt tent, and others followed it up. A fragile felt tent could not stand the burden of so many people, and it collapsed directly. After the collapse, a man and a woman emerged naked from the felt tent. One of them had a clear birthmark on the buttocks. A man who accidentally saw all this was immediately furious and lost interest in the game that was about to start later. Grandma's breasts, the woman was actually my wife just now. See how I deal with the dog man and woman, pulled out a horse whip from the collapsed tent, and chased the two angrily.

For a moment, the sound of insults and fists came one after another, and the kind of fist-to-heart-to-heart hurts. These Tubo people who usually like to watch the fun the most were just glanced at each other and turned their attention back to the wrestling arena again.

Wu Yonglin and Zhimacuo on the field were already ready. They each stared at their opponents with their eyes. After the referee gave the order, the two who were ready to collided directly.

Compared with the strength of Lei Qun, Shi Hun, Ribagu and others, Wu Yonglin and Zhimacuo appear much thinner, but this huge energy hidden in their bodies often makes those who despise them one by one.

As a veteran who is proficient in this art, Zhimacuo only tentatively pulled Wu Yonglin and then let go. He was not in a hurry to decide a victory or defeat with Wu Yonglin. He was testing the opponent's patience and knocking down his opponent at the best moment.

At this moment, Wu Yonglin had just easily defeated Shi Hun, Lei Qun and Ribagu, and seemed a little underestimated. He kept attacking, and once he even directly rushed over to the whole body.

Zhimacuo sneered. Unexpectedly, Wu Yonglin was also a rash person, or he didn't understand this skill at all. He rushed over and wanted to lift himself from his crotch. Isn't this a way out? Zhimacuo was not polite to him, and directly planned to lock Wu Yonglin's waist with both hands and then press him to the ground. It can be said that he can win in this game with a firm victory.

At this time, Wu Yonglin suddenly turned around, and his face was facing down and turned directly upward. After grabbing Zhimacuo's legs, Zhimacuo's head, which had no time to react, was pinched by Wu Yonglin. Moreover, Wu Yonglin's rushing over was extremely powerful. Zhimacuo, who had no time to stabilize his body, was pushed by Wu Yonglin on his legs again. Zhimacuo couldn't help but flip forward and fell to the ground in a mess.

Wu Yonglin certainly won't miss the opportunity to teach this person a lesson for someone who wants to plot against him. When he just retracted his legs in the air, Wu Yonglin stepped on his face with the soles of his feet.

When Zhimacuo stood up in disbelief, a burst of laughter broke out in the crowd. There was an extremely clear shoe print on Zhimacuo's face, which made those who saw this scene think: the birthmark grew into shoe prints, and this person is also the first person in ancient and modern times.
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