Martial Arts Master

On Sunday afternoon, Yan Xiaoling was still lying on the bed, but she had changed her posture and chose to sit by herself, placing her laptop on her lap.

"Fanfan, Fanfan, are you sure?" She glanced at the computer, took her mobile phone, and quickly sent a message to Fanfan.

"Huan Fan" said with a "sliding world's big joke" expression: "Anyway, that 'Wei Rui Zi Sheng Guang' just posted that 'Qidao Video Website' has a live broadcast, and she bought the copyright from Songcheng TV Station. She got the trailer before. , this kind of trivial matter shouldn’t be wrong, right? It’s so annoying, the website is stuck, the network speed is so slow, and it hasn’t been buffered yet!”

Hearing what Huanfan said, Yan Xiaoling, who had just woken up from a nap, continued to look for the live broadcast on the "Qidao Video Website" with a confused face. After a few minutes, she finally found "Hongluo Wuguan VS" in the corner of the "Selection" subpage. Matsushiro University Martial Arts Club", and two entrances for TV commentary and site commentary are set up next to it.

Yan Xiaoling slid her hand and chose "Explanation on this site". After a long and maddening buffer, she finally saw the tatami mat-covered martial arts floor, and saw the Matsuda Martial Arts Club and their party kneeling separately People, saw the leader Lou Cheng.

The broadcasting copyright of the first stage of the selection competition was sold by the organizing committee to the TV stations in their respective competition areas, and the TV stations recovered part of the funds from the video websites. The fee and the broadcast share of the quarterfinals.

——Because there is no limit to the registration, it is impossible to get a share once the competition takes place. There are so many scammers cheating funds. Only the teams that reach the top eight in the competition area after seven or eight competitions are eligible to profit from the trials.

"Hey, it really is!" Yan Xiaoling happily sent a message to Huan Fan.

Fanfan responded quickly: "I also saw it, idols are getting more and more samples! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The two little girls were busy for a while, watching the live broadcast again nervously and excitedly, waiting for the game to start.

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Teng Deng stared, two minutes before three o'clock, Zhao Qiang, Qiu Zhigao and Zhang Jingye finally overcame the weekend traffic jam and arrived at the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall in time. They were followed by four very student-like girls, but they were all dressed in fashionable clothes .

Looking around, Zhao Qiang saw Cai Zongming, pointed at him happily and said:

"where are we going!"

The "audience seats" reserved for the visiting team were sparse, and the seats were still very ample. Cai Zongming greeted warmly and helped arrange the girls to sit. He privately complained to Zhao Qiang and Qiu Zhigao:

"The aesthetics of the Academy of Art is really different from our normal people. Shouldn't you wear some clothes that bring out the youthful atmosphere and the original student taste at this age? Isn't this dress too mature? I really want to wear it, but I'm afraid in a few years." no chance?"

Zhao Qiang glanced secretly, and said with a reserved smile:

"I feel very good."

His black-framed glasses reflected a touch of brightness under the sunlight outside the window.

Cai Zongming smiled and didn't say much, because the game was about to start.

After each took their seats, the girl next to Zhang Jingye tugged at his sleeve, and said with a smile, "Which is the most powerful roommate you're talking about?"

This girl has a cute and pleasing round face, a little foundation is applied, and she is wearing a relatively immature light pink coat. She is Zhang Jingye's prospective girlfriend, Wu Qian from the Art Academy.

Hearing her question, the other three girls also looked at Zhang Jingye curiously, waiting for the answer. This was the first time in their lives that they had a friend who could be broadcast live on TV—a friend of a friend of a friend.

Zhang Jingye pointed to Lou Cheng who was kneeling and sitting in the first row of tatami mats of the visiting team:

"Well, did you see that? The one on the far left, the very energetic one..."

Wu Qian stretched her neck and smiled:

"I see, it's quite temperamental."

The other three girls were about to speak, but they saw the referee in black walking into the bluestone ground in the center, and said loudly:

"The first match between Hongluo Martial Arts and Songda Martial Arts Club."

"Fang Tong is facing each other!"

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As soon as the referee was announced, there were enthusiastic applause and shouts from around. Although there were not many audience members, they were all relatives and friends, and they worked as hard as they could.

With the voices of "Hong Luo must win" and "Fang Tong must win" echoing in his ears, Lou Cheng stood up slowly, first turned his head to look at Yan Zheke, without making any attempt to hide it.

Yan Zheke boldly looked back at his gaze, her eyes were like water, like hidden stars, her face was bright and thin red due to emotions such as excitement, tension, and worry, she clenched her fist, waved it, her pink lips opened and closed, as if In the mouth shape of cheering.

With a smile on his face, Lou Cheng bent down calmly, put on his shoes, walked along the aisle unhurriedly towards the ring under unfriendly eyes, the strength in his heart accumulated little by little, waiting for the battle to officially begin. Explosion after opening.

The audience on the surrounding tatami is estimated to be around a hundred or so. Most of them belong to the peripheral students of the Hongluo Martial Arts Academy, as well as their relatives and old friends. There must be no comparison to the huge crowd, but because it is very close to the ring, the cheering and provocative sounds are more impactful, just like being shouted by someone plugging in the ears.

Lou Cheng can be considered a warrior who has experienced quite a few scenes, and he didn't have the slightest fear of it. He passed through the shouts, the shouts of aggressive generals, and the line of defense formed by stares, and stepped into the arena formed by the bluestone ground.

During this process, he can even think of some trivial things in his mind:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wear this pair of shoes for long. After a few more intense kicks, they will be almost useless. The road to martial arts really costs money..."

On the ring, the referee's left hand, Fang Tong, was already standing tall, with every inch of his hair standing on end, with a ferocious aura, as if he would explode if he disagreed with him.

He is tall, 1.85 meters tall, and the simple scarlet red as fire martial arts uniform he wears gives him the feeling of a slim formal attire.

"Three minutes of dialogue time." The referee looked at his watch and took a step back.

Fang Tonghu looked at Lou Cheng and said with a contemptuous smile:

"You're very proud, aren't you?"

"It took only half a year to grow from a no-rank novice to a professional ninth-rank martial artist. I really have the right to be proud and proud."

"However, I like fighting genius fighters like you the most. I like watching you scrambling under my attack. I like watching your powerless and futile struggle. I like watching your doubtful eyes after a fiasco. The way you cower in the face of me, do you know that there was once an eighteen-year-old nine-rank genius warrior who was beaten to tears by me, crying."

"Hey, if you want to cry later, just cry, don't hold back and go back to your mother for comfort!"

Lou Cheng listened quietly, and a line of introduction on the information suddenly flashed in his mind:

"Fang Tong, he's good at talking trash, he's very good at motivating generals..."

He closed his eyes, and finally confirmed his style of play:

When you get on the ring, you will go all out, fighting like life and death, without thinking about keeping any cards!

And I don't have enough experience in life-and-death struggle, there is only one time, so I can only rely on it as a reference.

With this thought, Lou Cheng recalled the details before and after the battle with that Ninth Grade Anbu: A whip kick hit the temple, and two bloody eyeballs were squeezed out; , blood and urine all over the floor; the secret method of spiritual aura hits the mind directly, shaking the soul...

Compared with the panic caused by Anbu Jiupin, Fang Tong's trash talk is like a child cursing...

Gradually, Lou Cheng ignored Fang Tong's trash talk, only felt that there seemed to be a croaking sound coming from a distant place, which couldn't affect his own memory at all:

The secret method of mental aura creates stiffness, the force of the poisonous needle brings panic, and forcibly opens the shelf... I have been prepared, the tip of the tongue bites lightly... the center of gravity is like mercury, and I dodge in time... The sound is deafening, and it is another killer move... Cunjin Bunt, fire abilities, grab the first chance...

Scenes of images flashed in his mind, and finally it was frozen in Anbu Jiupin Qiqiao bleeding, the look in his eyes quickly faded, and the scene of resignation remained.

The picture freezes, eyes open, and Lou Cheng looks at Fang Tong with watery eyes.

"What's the use of practicing so hard for a guy like you who hasn't been weaned yet? Really..." Fang Tong was speaking vigorously, but was suddenly stunned by such a lack of deterrent look. There was a little chill, and I couldn't say anything for a while.

"start!"

At this moment, the referee swung his right hand.

Fang Tong raised his breath violently, and his calf and thigh muscles swelled, so that the edges and corners of the martial arts pants were stretched out, causing the clothes on his upper body to twitch, revealing muscles one by one.

Aggression like fire, explosion like fire!

Snapped! He approached quickly, stepped forward and punched, and poured all the strength of his body into his right arm, with the sound of the wind, his muscles were enlarged, his skin was pulled, and he hit Lou Cheng hard.

With such a punch, an ordinary person would be seriously injured even if he did not die!

Lou Cheng sat down on his hips, his mind was struck by lightning, the snow mountain collapsed, and the rolling force was transmitted to the soles of his feet, mighty and indestructible.

He swung his right foot horizontally, exerting force towards the ground in a semi-twisting posture, and suddenly felt a rebound attack, and the force in a slight spiral was from the foot to the leg, from the leg to the waist, from the waist to the spine, taking this as the axis, All the forces that converged and passed were directed to the right arm.

The right arm seemed to be swollen, and the membrane seemed to be stretched, Lou Cheng punched down with his fist, blocking Fang Tong's attacking hand.

When the two were about to touch, his joints changed, his muscles and bones stretched, and he released a short and vigorous Cun Jin.

Snapped! A layer of flame flew into the air, covered Lou Cheng's hand, and then collided with Fang Tong's fist.

Flame Ability VS Huoshaojin!

boom! Amidst the muffled sound, Lou Cheng felt his right hand was on fire, but he had expected it, so he swung his right arm back, bringing a reverse momentum, and Fang Tong's face changed slightly, his right hand instinctively moved outwards. With a flick, to shake off the burning pain, the chest and abdomen immediately opened.

At the tatami area of ​​the home team, Wang Hui, Jiang Guosheng and Pan Chengyun immediately changed their expressions.

Lou Cheng was so powerful that he twisted his back and tightened his thighs. With the power of his right foot and the momentum of his right arm, his left leg suddenly tensed like a soft whip and twitched violently. He pointed between Fang Tong's legs, and he was still striding forward.

Fear appeared in Fang Tong's eyes, and he instantly imagined the scene of burning his body in a big fire. His hips were involuntarily clamped, his muscles exerted force, and he forced his tailbone, causing his back to bounce, his legs and feet, and he rushed to the side. .

The fire burns the body, and the person goes to the room!

With just a pounce, Fang Tong pulled a few meters away from Lou Cheng, avoiding the fatal whip kick.

But Lou Cheng didn't rush, he sank immediately after kicking empty, adjusted his muscles, and stepped heavily on the bluestone ground, directing the endless "big avalanche" and "electric fire pile" in his mind to the soles of his feet.

Boom! As if being hit by the ground, Lou Cheng rebounded and followed Fang Tong to the side, the speed was not slow at all. Where he was originally standing, shallow traces appeared on the bluestone!

One in front of the other, like two eagles chasing each other, Fang Tong just stood still and rebounded to turn around. Lou Cheng had already arrived, turned his body sideways, lowered his shoulders, his muscles swelled, and he slammed forward with all his strength, almost like an avalanche state.

Fang Tong was no longer able to dodge, so he could only hastily raised his arms and stood in front of him.

Boom! Fang Tong's arms were so painful that they pressed against his chest.

With a bump followed by a pick and a swing, Lou Cheng's shoulders exerted force, and Fang Tong flew up, flew out of the ring, and fell in front of the tatami mat, almost knocking over several audience members.

The referee nodded slightly, appreciating Lou Cheng's last mercy, otherwise he would have to stop it to avoid death or injury.

He raised his right hand and said loudly:

"Lou Chengsheng!"

In a few breaths, Lou Cheng wins!

The entire martial arts hall, the home team's side, was completely silent.

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Yan Xiaoling was looking at the screen annoyed, because the signal was interrupted just now.

Ten seconds later, the signal was restored, and she saw the collision of the two, and heard the voice of the explanation:

"Everyone is welcome to continue watching. The competition has just started, and there is no delay. Just like I introduced in the dialogue time, Fang Tong in the scarlet martial arts uniform is a young master ranked in the forefront of Songcheng. He has been a professional nine-rank more than three years ago... ...uh, he lost..."

I just started explaining!

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