Martial Arts Master

It's very interesting to fight with flying abilities... Qu Hui lay on the ground, looking up at Lou Cheng, repeating what he said just now blankly, for a moment he forgot that the coldness of his body had melted away, he forgot to turn over and stand up, he forgot It is usually style that I paid much attention to very much.

The reason why he has been playing with me for so long is because he is experiencing and enjoying the unique experience of fighting against flying abilities?

Boom boom boom! Qu Hui's heart swelled and contracted, gushing out streams of hot blood, dissipating the remaining coldness, but he didn't feel any warmth because of it. Instead, he seemed to have sunk into an ice cave for thousands of years, deeply feeling the darkness and darkness around him. Depressed and cold.

Is this what despair feels like?

How big is the gap between me and Lou Cheng?

Even if I face him with unhealed internal injuries, I can only be killed instantly?

Those good feelings before have now turned into ridicule and slaps...

Hehe, how could there be a pie in the sky!

Lou Cheng didn't say much, cupped his hands, turned around, and walked towards the stone steps.

To be honest, Qu Hui does have the combat strength of the seventh rank. It would be more troublesome to deal with him with other weak sixth ranks whose internal injuries have not yet healed. If he is not careful, he will capsize in the gutter. Hold him so that he can complete the instant kill, just like beating a warrior who has just entered the alchemy realm and has no superpowers.

For example, although Bing Jing couldn't understand the operation of the supernatural power, Qu Hui didn't just bump into it recklessly, he would still make a move to kick his legs, with a prelude, which made it easier for him to "preliminarily" grasp and deal with it in advance, so that he could change strangely. Xiang's trait has almost no effect. Similarly, the long-range attack ability of "Bing Zi Jue" within a certain range just solves the problem of how to hit him, and Qu Hui has no corresponding secret defense, and his spirit is not strong enough to be like A seventh-rank martial artist resisted a little like that, and the result was self-evident.

In other words, with the same combat strength of the seventh rank, it will be much more difficult for him to fight against the normal seventh rank alchemy than Qu Hui in his current state.

Of course, the rules of the group arena also restricted the performance of the opponent. If weapons could be used, and Qu Hui, who was flying in mid-air, could be given a bow, a crossbow or a hot weapon, then things would be completely different.

Watching Lou Cheng leave the arena and walk towards the seats, the surrounding audience fell silent, the boos all over the sky had long since dissipated, only the lingering sound was still echoing.

At this time, booing the other party is more like booing yourself!

Along the road, back to the starting point, Lou Cheng saw Yan Zheke coming up to meet him, he clenched his fists with a smile and shouted:

"Chengzi, you play really well! You are really good!"

She was responding to the previous "playing great" and "playing great" memes.

With a tacit smile, Lou Cheng became more and more happy. After bumping fists with the girl, he high-fived Lin Que, Li Mao, Cai Zongming and others one by one. Everyone was very happy.

Haiyuan is weaker than Sanjiang, passing the current level means that the gate of the national competition is close at hand!

"I really want to celebrate, but reason tells me that I can't get carried away, and I can't underestimate Haiyuan." Sun Jian said with a smile.

"Just understand! Keep a low profile and save your character!" Lin Hua glared at him.

While everyone was chatting and laughing, old man Shi waved his hand: "Let's go back to the locker room first, do you have the nerve to celebrate in front of so many sad classmates?"

"Excuse me!" Cai Zongming replied without hesitation.

That being said, he followed the peloton and entered the locker room amidst the oppressive atmosphere that filled the room.

Well, I'm happy to celebrate, but I'm more afraid of angering my classmates who are still at an impulsive age, surrounded by thousands of people, and trampled on...

And Yan Xiaoling in the stands was like an abandoned quail, wanting to cry for a moment but having no choice but to look around, trembling under the gloomy faces.

"Hey!" She sighed deliberately, pulled Mu Jinnian and lowered her head, pretending to be sad.

Don't hit me, my own!

…………

On January 5th, at 3:45 p.m., at the martial arts gymnasium of Haiyuan Academy.

Lou Cheng looked at the fierce battle on the ring, leaned his head close to Yan Zheke's ear, and laughed in a low voice:

"Your brother is not going to let me play today."

Yan Zheke gave him a blank look: "Isn't it enough for my brother to leave you a complete Qu Hui in the last match?"

In the match against Haiyuan College, it was Sun Jian's turn to be the vanguard, but he still failed to meet good things. He encountered the opponent's general at the beginning. Xue, after three minutes of fierce fighting, once again used the "Death Tribulation" combo to defeat the opponent.

In the next two rounds, he faced different rank nine warriors. First, he took advantage of the alchemy explosion that seized the opportunity to win one lightly, and now he fought hard with his exhausted body.

When Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke were whispering to each other, Lin Que found the opponent's opening with his focus like mercury, and swung his arms continuously, blasting out a "Meteor Strength".

boom!

Lu Yaqian's qi and blood rushed straight to her throat, and her internal organs seemed to be trembling violently with the muscles and fascia. She wanted to exert strength with her arms, but she couldn't lift them up. She watched helplessly as the opponent's fist hovered beside her temple. .

The referee raised his right hand and encouraged the voice of his dantian:

"In the fourth round, Lin Que won!"

"The final result, Song Da Wu Dao Club wins!"

Lin Que withdrew his fist, gasped for breath, drips of sweat dripped from his forehead, and joy flashed in his tired eyes.

Lou Cheng and the others jumped up together, and gave each other high fives with smiles on their faces, as if saying "Happy New Year" to each other during the Spring Festival.

The national competition, we are finally here!

They don't have the kind of excitement and ecstasy after the bitter battle, but they have a bit more natural beauty.

After returning to Songcheng and entering the campus, Cai Zongming suddenly smiled and suggested:

"Why don't we all have a dinner together? Celebrate?"

The Matsuda Budo Club, which has not entered the national competition for many years, does have reason to celebrate!

"Okay, where are we going to get together?" Lou Cheng immediately agreed.

After answering, he realized that he was not the one who made the decision, and quickly looked at his master embarrassingly.

"Go ahead, you have to celebrate after qualifying. Don't forget to order a few bottles of good wine for the old man and get the money from the martial arts club." Old man Shi agreed with a smile on his face.

Everyone cheered and began to discuss where to have dinner together. Finally, classmate Xiao Ming said with a final word:

"Let's go to the food stall. The grade is a bit lower, but it's comfortable and you can celebrate."

After inviting Shu Rui and her filming team, the Wu Dao Club team came to the food stall near the old campus, found a spacious place, ordered barbecue dry pot goose lips and other things, and set up a table full of them.

After opening a bottle of wine for Old Man Shi, Lou Cheng and the others poured their juices, raised their glasses, and clinked glasses with each other under the recording of the camera, shouting out the emotions in their hearts in unison:

"National competition! National competition!"

The voice is loud and youthful.

Seeing this scene, Shu Rui couldn't help recalling the beautiful life in college, feeling sad and embarrassed for a moment.

I really want to be reborn back to the day when I first entered the school, to savor and enjoy every bit of the past.

Once graduated, everyone went to different places, went their separate ways, and many past events and friendships will never go back.

During the wanton celebration, the noisy Lou Cheng and others caused dissatisfaction at the table next to him. A young man with a tattoo on his arm came over and shouted:

"What's the noise!"

"I'm sorry, we will pay more attention." Old Lou Cheng blushed and apologized quickly, feeling that he and others seemed to have violated public morals.

The young man looked around and said with a sneer:

"Just pay attention to it?"

At their table, seven or eight men stood up together.

The corner of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched:

"That's it?"

With a flick of his wrist, he threw out a ball of crimson flames, causing it to explode on the steps in front of the tattooed young man, soaring upwards, illuminating the other's face.

... The tattooed young man stood there stupidly, neither advancing nor retreating, until his companion came over tremblingly, pretending to make peace, and helped him back.

Lou Cheng ignored the astonished gazes around him, withdrew his hand, sat down again, picked up a bunch of beef, and began to bite.

We do not cause trouble, but we are not afraid of trouble!

"Chengzi, isn't this your style?" Yan Zheke leaned her head closer with a smile, and said in a low voice.

"Why not?" Lou Cheng asked with a smile.

Yan Zheke turned her eyes upwards, bit her teeth lightly, and said with a smile: "I thought you would step on the cracked concrete floor to scare him back in a low-key way, but you just used the flame power to demonstrate, um, too ostentatious It's not like your style~!"

"Ke Xiaoke, who knows me, actually, the first thing I thought about was stepping on the concrete floor quietly, which was relatively reserved and low-key, but after serious thinking, I gave up this idea." Lou Cheng sighed.

Yan Zheke blinked and asked curiously, "Why?"

Lou Cheng replied heartbroken: "You will be fined for stepping on cracked concrete floors!"

Once bitten, twice shy!

puff! Yan Zheke turned her head and trembled, laughing so hard that she almost lost her composure.

The dinner party lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening. Everyone was full, and finally raised their glasses and shouted a few more times:

"National competition! National competition!"

…………

In the next few days, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke entered the busy exam season, reviewing for exams, reviewing for exams, and going in circles.

On January 16th, before they had their last exam left, another thing started on time.

That was the lottery ceremony for the final round of the National University Martial Arts Association!

Sixteen strong martial arts teams in eight divisions will fight in groups!

In the office of Songda Martial Arts Club, a group of people gathered again, turned on their computers, connected to the Internet, and waited for the start of the live broadcast.

Shu Rui also came here, faithfully recording the most original reactions.

In her opinion, Songda University is currently only a step behind Shanda University, half a step behind Emperor Capital, and at the same level as Huahai Guangnan. It is a strong team capable of hitting the top four, but they have no historical achievements and cannot become seeds. The specific achievements To a large extent, it depends on the result of the lottery, after all, there are tough bones in the other teams.

The second update today is before twelve o'clock in the evening, and it will be normal tomorrow