Bind to the National Games and start playing as an Olympic athlete

Yang Yun is a lazy person, but also a smart person.

So I won't go to Jim Brown to humiliate myself, and now I lick my face, making it clear that I want the other party to slap me in the face, and then slap me back hard.

As for how to call back, Li Keke doesn't know, she just needs to know that Yang Yun has a way.

After the clean and jerk, it's the snatch.

One after another people came to the stage, and there were small countries in front of them, and the performance was not very good.

Yang Yun's expression became more and more irritable, and everyone noticed it.

Jim Brown proud of the United States.

Kimchi country disdains.

The Fusang Kingdom is vicious.

Ah Sanguo was contemptuous.

"Contestant No. 250 please prepare."

Under the bronze-colored skin hides terrifying explosive power, and he is not tall, because the 800kg barbell gives people the feeling of being indomitable, with huge oppressive force.

"Yang Yun, I'm waiting for you to eat shit later, I've been constipated these days, don't worry, I'm still warm."

This is Yang Yun's trump card.

This match is not only related to winning or losing, but also related to whether Yanhua can win allies.

People from Ah Sanguo pointed at Yang Yun and laughed.

Jim Brown scoffed.

Then someone said that I was only 200, I was 150 and so on.

Fusanguo: "Are you polite?"

. . . .

"Mr. Jim Brown, how much can you lift?"

Jim Brown said.

The snatch took only 5 seconds, but Yang Yun lifted it for a full minute.

. . . .

"Hey, I can't do it anymore. I can't compare with the floor sweeping monk. It's only 400kg at most."

The strength is not as good as others, so they can only be suppressed and beaten.

"Awesome, the sweeping monk can actually lift a 100kg barbell."

Walking to the side of Jim Brown with a dark face, Yang Yun said with a smile.

The first snatch, 100kg..

Yanhua live broadcast room.

"Here we come, the sweeping monk's Versailles is here."

Inside the bird's nest.

There is a huge barbell on the field, and the weights on both sides are one meter long.

Jim Brown disdains, "It's this time, and I'm still thinking about the power of the wild, you say..."

"The sweeping monk is working so hard, we can't blame him."

"Hey, if people don't have enough to eat, their luck will definitely get worse!"

"It's a pity, I blame the guy who didn't feed the sweeping monk."

"If the sweeping monk is full, he may be able to lift it up. Now, Xuan."

"Hey, I'm so good, I can only lift 800kg, I can't compare to you guys."

"I can't lift it even if I'm full. This is an Olympic competition, and there are strict movement requirements for the snatch. It's not as simple as you think."

No one noticed the sneer that Yang Yun sketched when he turned around.

Turning his head, Jim Brown found that the people behind him were stunned, as if they had seen something terrifying.

. . . .

But he still received a lot of ridicule. This result is not outstanding among the nine major countries, and it can be crushed by any one person.

"Hey, it seems that the sweeping monk wants to fight, but now he is breaking the jar."

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

Rao can't find any faults with the picky style of the Nine Great Nations.

He lowered his head and rushed towards Yang Yun, running very fast, like a bullfighting bull trying to knock Yang Yun off his head.

He was looking forward to Jim Brown's expression for a while.

"No matter how anxious you are, you will be out of breath, and you will be incompetent and furious. You can lift 300kg."

"No, lifting 300kg is also a loss, haha!"

Yanhua live broadcast room.

Everyone was in an uproar looking at the huge barbell.

Throwing down the barbell, Yang Yun prepares for the third round.

The 800kg barbell was lifted high, the opponent's solid muscles bulged, and the traces of blood vessels flowing on the muscles were clearly visible.

"You wait for me, and you won't be able to cry later!"

Kimchi country.

This feeling of hope and despair is even more uncomfortable.

Prehistoric power, all attributes doubled.

Yang Yun threw the barbell to the ground, and with a loud bang, the backstage of the barbell was smashed into a huge hole.

As time passed, Yang Yun's annoyed voice sounded again. He could foresee that it would be impossible to get rid of the number 250 in a short time.

In the Yanhua live broadcast room, the melon eaters roared.

"I can't control the prehistoric power in my body!"

He raised his head and roared.

A dejected Yang Yun walked to the weightlifting platform and clapped his hands.

Jim Brown leads the crowd to the theater.

Kimchi Kingdom: "One look at it and you can see that Yang Yun is in a hurry and wants to fight."

Too strong, too strong to outrageously strong.

"He is in a hurry, the sweeping monk is in a hurry!"

. . . .

Yang Yun pointed to Jim Brown and said again.

For the second time, Yang Yun successfully lifted the 120kg snatch.

Jim Brown: "Stop talking, if Yang Yun doesn't move for a while, just make fun of me. It's best to push this guy into a hurry and let him do it in the bird's nest, Yanhua can destroy the country."

"Versailles may be absent, but never late."

Yang Yun pretended to be angry and dropped the barbell, roaring.

Athletes from Fusang Country and Kimchi Country pulled desperately behind, fearing that Jim Brown would be impulsive.

Jim Brown said hypocritically.

Jim Brown sneered.

At this moment, Yang Yun was like the god of war descending.

In addition, Yang Yun's sarcasm was exactly the same as what Jim Brown said when he taunted him. This kind of pain of repaying the other's way completely defeated Jim Brown's will.

The little guy from Fusang country asked quickly.

Jim Brown only felt a rush of heat in his heart, once again, Yang Yun once again strangled his hope of winning the championship in the bud.

"Is the sweeping monk crazy? That's 800kg, almost catching up with the weight of a car."

"Sweeping Monk Cowhide!"

Ah Sanguo: "If he can lift it up, I will eat shit with Fusanguo."

After 1 minutes, the third game began.

"The sweeping monk tried his best this time, we can't blame him.

Fusanguo: "Did the referee hold it wrong? Who can lift this thing?"

"Contestant No. 250 please prepare."

Walking in front of the barbell, Yang Yun rubbed his hands with helplessness on his face.

Yang Yun pointed to Jim Brown and said.

He looked in the direction of the weightlifting platform.

He glanced at Jim Brown blankly.

"Hey, why don't you talk."

People from the Nine Kingdoms raised their hands and feet in favor, and countless words of greeting burst out in their minds, waiting for Yang Yun to "show off his might."

"Get ready to exercise, let's get back the lost strength."

But Yang Yun didn't lift it, it was wrong, he couldn't lift it up, it was wrong, his body was hollowed out, it was true that he had no strength.

"Yang Yun, we wanted you to join the Kimchi Country, but you are so good, forget it, the Kimchi Country doesn't need you."

"Referee, these people disrupted the order of the game and insulted me with words!"

"Don't count, it's 800kg in total."

"He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry!"

Yanhua's live broadcast room exploded, cursing the shamelessness of the Nine Great Nations.

"Young man, don't be so angry, be good, we will watch your son eat shit later."

It was the same sarcasm again, and Jim Brown was so angry that his eyes turned black and he passed out.

"Hey, I look strong and strong, but I didn't expect that the outside is strong but the inside is dry. It's too weak. Later, I will ask the old Chinese doctor Yanhua to grab two wolfberries for you to nourish your body."

With that said, Yang Yun sat among the nine countries and was surrounded by everyone.

He wished that these people would do something, anyway, they would not die here, and the country that did it would be destroyed.