King of Assassins

A gray daylight shined through the thick curtains, and the sky outside was already bright.

The woman is still asleep, she is not snoring, but her breath is a bit rough.

After washing off all the cosmetics, the face is white, but there are fine lines on the corners of the eyes. The exhaled breath also had a tone. After all, it is a thirty-year-old woman, and her bodily functions have begun to decline.

Fortunately, Yao Min's beauty will be maintained. The key is to have a good foundation, and to maintain a good condition for long-term nightclub work.

Especially the skin is white and slippery, and it's too much water.

Gao Xuan gently stroked Yao Min's smooth back, but Yao Min was in a much better condition than him. His body was eroded badly by alcohol.

Last night, Yao Min was forced to use his mental power, and Yao Min lost his helmet and armor.

Gao Xuan was also very tired and slept for six hours before he was relieved.

Such a weak body is not as good as his state when he was seven or eight years old. This made him miss his golden body even more.

The unprecedented weakness also made it appear so muddy. The two of them rolled together in sweat, panting violently, using all their strength to get pleasure and warmth from each other.

This is also a feeling Gao Xuan has never had before.

In terms of process, this kind of **** is simply inferior. But in terms of results, there is no difference.

Gao Xuan, a strong golden man, and Gao Xuan, a weak mortal, even though there is a huge difference in life level, there is no difference in the core.

Gao Xuan found it interesting to experience ordinary life. The only problem is that the initiative is not in his hands, but is controlled by the Nine Turns God Cicada.

This game, he said nothing. This is the real trouble.

Maybe it was because Gao Xuan was awakened by Gao Xuan, Yao Min turned around and looked at Gao Xuan in a daze, "What, old fellow, are you okay?"

"You are not convinced yet, then try."

Gao Xuan was actually a little tired, but his mental strength was tyrannical, and he could always come if he wanted to come again.

After a big battle, Yao Minzhan's softness and open eyes smiled, and his white face was full of satisfaction.

"The old guy is quite fierce..."

Yao Min stayed in bed and got up, "You have to go to work, I will buy you early to go."

Yao Min went downstairs to buy soy milk fritters and meat buns for Gao Xuan. Gao Xuan went downstairs after eating and drinking. Yao Min continued to sleep.

After coming out of Yao Min's house, the sun is already the boss outside.

Gao Xuan swept a shared bicycle and rode to the Feihu Boxing Gym at ten o'clock.

Gao Xuan went to the locker room to take a shower and changed clothes, and slowly reached the boxing hall.

Several professional fighters are practicing physical fitness under the guidance of physical fitness coaches, and they are already sweating profusely.

There is no extraordinary power in this world, and fighters must first have a strong body.

When the fighter's body is formed, check the musculoskeletal condition, and the future of the fighter can be determined.

Of course, there are also a small number of talents, keen combat awareness, better skills, and a little bit of the body can eat.

Normally, there won't be too much difference in the physical state of boxers.

Several vigorous young boxers have beautiful muscle lines and their skin is even more shiny. That kind of vigorous vitality radiates out wantonly.

Gao Xuan also sighed a little. With this body being twenty years younger, he could easily be number one in the world.

Now, the situation is a bit difficult.

With strong mental power, Gao Xuan can stimulate the regeneration of cells in the body, control the secretion of hormones, and reshape the body according to his ideas.

Give him some time, he should be able to do this.

The key question is does he have to do this?

The forty-year-old fighter's rise against the sky completely violates the laws of human natural physiology. When he becomes famous, he has to face countless questions and countless inspections.

Even if he can deal with these problems, what about getting the first place?

It's been a day since I came to this world, Gao Xuan hasn't figured out where to go next.

Gao Xuan was a little at a loss. No matter what he did, he had clear goals and detailed plans.

He is not used to this situation.

The trained Yu Xiaoming glanced at Gao Xuan from time to time, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the gap in training, the boxer He Zhian who trained with Yu Xiaoming was a little puzzled and asked: "What hate do you have with Lao Gao? Always fight him."

Yu Xiaoming snorted: "My uncle Yu Guang was also a boxer before. He was swept off his left leg by Gao Xuan more than ten years ago. After he was injured, his leg could no longer be used. He could only quit boxing."

"Oh."

He Zhian nodded. Although he didn't think Gao Xuan was at fault, it was understandable that Yu Xiaoming also troubled Gao Xuan.

He Zhian persuaded: "Lao Gao was a good messer before, and there are many friends in the circle. If you want to punch him well, don't frustrate him. If you really break him, you will be ruined in your life."

Boxers practice boxing for the sake of fighting on the ring, but not to let the boxers bully ordinary people.

Gao Xuan is an old world, Yu Xiaoming is so impulsive, if he really wants to be caught by Gao Xuanyin, this life may be over.

Yu Xiaoming is more impulsive, but not a bad person. Personal abilities are also very strong, and you need such fighters when you go out to fight in the boxing gym.

Yu Xiaoming said indifferently: "He is an old bastard, what can he do to me."

He Zhian was too lazy to talk about Yu Xiaoming like this. It's not a son, it's annoying for others to say too much.

Gao Xuan had nothing to do with the training in the morning, so he helped organize the equipment, and even passed by all morning.

There is a boxing gym for lunch at noon, the taste is average, but the nutrition is very balanced.

In the afternoon, the coach arranged for Gao Xuan to feed He Zhian as a boxing target. The coach and Gao Xuan are also acquaintances, and he does not want Gao Xuan and Yu Xiaoming to conflict.

In fact, the work of sparring is very intensive. Gao Xuan is older, but he weighs 20 kilograms higher than these boxers. He has practiced too many teenagers himself, and it is more than enough to feed his boxing.

Gao Xuan is just a mess, his fighting skills are better than the coach, but he is much more lazy. He likes to drink on weekdays, and the gym is not assured that he is a coach.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Xuan was already sitting on the side waiting to get off work.

In the octagonal cage, two fighters are simulating actual combat. Although both were serious about the simulation, He Zhian's face was bruised and swollen.

Yu Xiaoming is physically strong and explosive. Technically, it is also good and has been suppressing He Zhian.

After three rounds, the coach stopped. He Zhian is not in good shape. After all, he is thirty years old, which is a lot different from Yu Xiaoming, the peak of twenty-five and sixty.

Yu Xiaoming was in good condition. He saw Gao Xuan sitting outside, and he couldn't help but pick his fingers at Gao Xuan: "Old Gao, aren't you called a tiger, come and have fun."

This remark attracted the attention of a group of people around.

This professional boxing gym is actually sponsored by the Feihu fitness brand, in order to let the fighters enhance the reputation of Feihu.

The boxing gym is full of professionals, and everyone knows what he wants to do when he hears Yu Xiaoming's tone. Everyone here also knows Gao Xuan and knows his previous brilliant record.

Seeing Yu Xiaoming challenge Gao Xuan, everyone was very interested.

The coach hesitated and said nothing. Yu Xiaoming always finds Gao Xuan to compete, which is very troublesome. It would be best if the two sides could resolve it in the ring.

If Gao Xuan knew he couldn't beat him, he would be soft. Now Yu Xiaoming is the main force in the boxing gym, of course, he must take care of Yu Xiaoming's emotions.

Today, Lao Fat has nothing to come, and everyone else thinks that Gao Xuan has been playing around all day, and they can't talk about his impressions of him. No one rounded off Gao Xuan.

Gao Xuan replied unhurriedly: "Your weight is 20 kilograms less than mine. Isn't it a fight for abuse?"

Gao Xuan is 1.88 meters tall, and because of some blessings, his weight has reached 100 kilograms.

Yu Xiaoming is less than 80 kilograms, the weight of the two sides is much different.

Normally, such a big weight difference is impossible to fight.

Yu Xiaoming didn't care: "Come on, I promise not to kill you."

This is crazy, but as a boxer who is justified, Yu Xiaoming also has crazy capital.

Gao Xuan did not grind, he strode to the octagonal cage. The coach silently handed Gao Xuan a pair of 4 oz standard finger gloves.

"You really don't worry, you are not afraid that I will **** your apprentice out."

Gao Xuan ridiculed, the coach also a little helplessly spread his hands, indicating that he can't manage this matter.

Gao Xuan put on his gloves and walked into the octagonal cage. The opposite Yu Xiaoming was already a little impatient. He lightly jumped back and forth, "Go ahead."

The coach glanced at Gao Xuan, then nodded, "Go."

Yu Xiaoming screamed arrogantly, but he was really cautious. He tentatively circled Gao Xuan.

After all, Gao Xuan is five or six centimeters taller than him, and he weighs 20 kilograms heavier. There is also the advantage of arm length. Standing opposite this way, Gao Xuan put a lot of pressure on him.

Gao Xuan also held a fist frame to protect the face door. Although the opposite was weak, his body reaction was too slow and he could not be too waved.

After turning for a half circle, Yu Xiaoming became a little impatient, and he rushed to test it carefully with a jab.

Gao Xuan suddenly took a step towards the jab, feeling right that Xiaoming hurriedly withdrew his protection, Gao Xuan made a strong uppercut but penetrated the gap between Xiaoming's fists and hit his chin.

For boxers, the chin is the most dangerous place. Once hit, the battle is basically over.

In fact, Yu Xiaoming's jaw was tightened, and Gao Xuan's punch was accurate and ruthless, and he didn't give Yu Xiaoming any chance at all.

Gao Xuan didn't need to strengthen his body, the strong mental power made him think and react very quickly. Although the body cannot be synchronized, it does not affect the abuse of food.

When Yu Xiaoming moved his shoulder, he judged that it was Xiaoming's next move. It couldn't be easier to clean up Yu Xiaoming.

Yu Xiaoming's small body can't bear such a heavy blow~www.NovelMTL.com~ His eyes turned on the spot, and he fell straight to the floor.

The coach jumped down, and he hurried over to protect Yu Xiaoming for fear that Gao Xuan would make up his fist.

The other onlookers were also stunned. They all knew that Gao Xuan was able to fight before. But, after all, it was a long time ago. They did not have a clear concept of Gao Xuanduo's ability to fight.

Today Gao Xuan ended the game with a punch. It can be seen that this is not blind.

Looking at Gao Xuan again, everyone's eyes were full of awe.

A boxing gym is the simplest place. As long as you can fight, you can win respect.

Gao Xuan waved his hand to the crowd, and he leaned close to the coach and asked with concern: "How is this kid? Did he pee his pants?"

The coach is speechless, this guy really hurts his mouth.

Yu Xiaoming, who had just woke up in a daze, also heard these words, his face flushed with shame.