Martial Arts Master

Ning Xin calm, holding Yuan Shouyi, Lou Cheng with the help of Jin Dan, looking at himself, a little bit of muscles, adjusting the state, forgetting everything except the game, focusing attention and spirit completely.

Unconsciously, the announcement of the central referee was heard from his ear:

"The fifth game, Ye You Ting wins!"

The fourth and fifth games were over... Lou Cheng opened his eyes, and the black eyes seemed to be deep pools. The pace was wide open, and he went to the center of the venue without hesitation, and set foot on the familiar and unfamiliar stone steps.

I once admire the main members of the martial arts club to take this glorious road, and now finally have a chance to try it once.

One step, two steps, three steps, he walked the steps, boarded the ring, and stood on the right hand side of the referee.

In this process, he was keenly aware that there were dozens of hundreds of gaze watching himself, and he heard the applause and shouts of the sparse slaps, although there was a lot of difference between the black-pressed heads and the mountains and the tsunami in the Songda martial arts venue. But that belongs to the forest lacking Chen Changhua, and this is their own!

Looking straight into the eyes, Lou Cheng saw Wu Shitong, a disciple of Daxing Temple. He wore a red and yellow mixed martial arts suit with a lotus pattern on his cuffs. He was strong and medium-sized, with a slight beard on his mouth, but this did not show his maturity. A little bit childish.

Still a seventeen-year-old boy... This thought for a lifetime, Lou Cheng’s last fear of Wu Shitong is like the white snow in the sun, melting quickly.

Looking up, he saw the big screen above the diagonal, where he presented his confrontation with Wu Shitong, highlighting a line of clear words:

"Da Xing Temple disciple VS mysterious master!"

"Bumen Chan Gong is a school for the ice!"

Above the stands, Lao Zheng and others who watched the building competition adjusted their sitting postures and looked forward to the beginning of the game. They faced a lot of words on the big screen.

Budo is the ultimate in personal flesh, igniting the longing and worship of the strong in human beings since the primitive society.

"Who have seen the contest of the Daxing Temple disciple? What is he good at?" Lao Zheng asked subconsciously.

On the first day, he went to see a battle of Wu Shitong according to the recommendation, but the whole process was lacking, and he only vaguely remembered that his technique was hard and did not give the other party any chance.

Lao Zheng’s companion, look at me, I see you, suddenly shook his head: “We were at work before, not you strongly recommend, how can we use the holiday in advance?”

Lao Zheng no longer talks, I don't know why, my heart is tight, and I have a little more worry about Lou Cheng.

Liu Yinglong looked at the big screen and seemed to ask himself: "Who did you watch Wu Shitong's game before?"

"I watched it. He used the big open hand and the big handwriting, which is quite powerful." Qin Zhilin recalled.

"He seems to be taking the path of slamming the devil..." Liu Yinglong nodded slightly, his eyes returning to the ring, no longer speaking, waiting for the dragon to fight.

At the nearby stands, a young man with a small inch looked at the big screen and screamed:

"Master, the student of our hotel, he really came to the competition."

He wore a dark blue martial arts suit with a mountain-shaped pattern on his cuffs and neckline.

The old man with a large earlobe laughed: "Old is old, when the real person can't be seen, he can reach the fourth round, and the strength does not seem weak."

The young hands of the board are hand-held, with a hint of iron: "He seems to have an ice school."

"No wonder..." The old man said awkwardly, "Small, you look closely, maybe you will meet after the game, although you have already set a career nine, but you can't underestimate the outstanding people in this amateur."

"Yeah." The board-inch youth nodded hard, and suddenly some repressed: "Master, I will definitely break into the last four, for your father's illness, you, you help too much."

The old man smiled and said: "One day is the father of the teacher for the whole life. It is not only for the disciple, but also for the master. Don't say it, let's play it well. Your two sisters are waiting for you to have a big meal."

"Good!" The young boxers of the board inch subconsciously clenched their eyes and turned their eyes to the collapse.

Because of the eye-catching propaganda, all the viewers who noticed gave the sight to the central platform. For a time, Loucheng actually gave birth to the feeling of being exposed to the spotlight.

They bring pressure and bring beauty!

At this moment, Wu Shitong spoke up and smiled:

"I have seen your previous highlights, but blizzard twenty-four hits."

Lou Cheng was the first time to meet the provocation of dialogue time, and his heart was so angry that he raised a anger, but what? But you can win you!

However, when he thought that the "condensation pile" was half-enterprise, he quickly returned to calmness, told himself not to be affected by words, and was emotionally influenced by the game during the game, and there should be deviations that should not be there.

The martial arts battle, the emotional spirit is also very important, the confrontation on the spiritual level is the inevitable experience of stepping into the high-level!

After the resumption, Lou Cheng was quiet and unchanged, with a little smile: "I have seen many games in the past few days, I am a little bit impressed by you. Since it is a disciple of Daxing Temple, it seems more in line with the humility and compassion. Request?"

He lied, suggesting that he had seen Wu Shitong's game and had some understanding of his martial arts!

Wu Shitong groaned, and his face flashed a flusteredness. He immediately returned to it just now, but he did not see it.

"The Buddha also has a fire, and there is a diamond just outside the compassion."

Lou Cheng no longer responds, just keep an inscrutable smile, as if to say, I have seen you through!

This is the most arduous spiritual confrontation that will be encountered in daily life.

Wu Shitong also closed his mouth, adjusted his breathing, and the rest of the time ticks and lapses, creating more and more heavy pressure.

The referee raised his hand and glanced around and slammed:

"Start!"

His voice just fell, Lou Cheng stepped on the snake step, swinging and focusing on the heart, flying close to Wu Shitong.

In the stands, the audience applauded and cheered for the first attack of the game!

Wu Shitong’s look is a bit more dignified. It seems that he is not allowed to make a real appearance. He simply sinks his waist and puts his posture on the ground.

Lou Cheng’s center of gravity changed suddenly, and then he went to the right side of Wu Shitong. The left palm was shot like a swift wind, and it took a burst of cold, but there was no sound of breaking.

In his mind, there is a picture of a snowy, chilly first.

"Blizzard twenty-four hits" second potential, chill into the bones!

In the face of this extremely fast, Wu Shitong did not panic, and the elbows were lifted, just blocking the floor.

Snapped!

The palm of the hand was closed at the touch of the hand, and the strength of the building was not revealed. Only the small half spit out and chose to stop. With a little effort, the body was pulled to the front of Wu Shitong.

He had just moved away from his position, and it was crisp and bursting. Wu Shitong had a whip leg and kicked it quickly and fell into the air.

Seize the opportunity, Lou Cheng is also a quick-moving, unrecognizable quick palm, shot at the neck of Wu Shitong.

He always has the spare capacity to prevent the unknown moves of unknown opponents. This attack is mainly tempted!

Wu Shitong’s whip leg just returned, Lou Cheng’s right palm has arrived, he took a deep breath, his hands did not have the process of accumulating power, and he pushed it directly, but the momentum was still amazing, and there were several stones that opened the monument and the stone was broken. I felt the power of hard and fierce, and the changes in the muscles of the other side reflected in the heart lake through the contact of the pores.

Adjusting itself, changing the center of gravity, Loucheng quickly borrowed a little force, and flashed to the side, stepping out, double palms and low kicks staggered and attacked, gradually woven into a net of soft and soft attack, a wave faster than a wave, A wave is higher than a wave, so that the enemy can't breathe.

In this process, Lou Cheng still left a little spare power to cope with unexpected changes.

Slowly, he has a preliminary judgment on Wu Shitong's martial arts. The other party is mainly based on the slap in the face, and should have the strengths of the big open hand and the big hand, if he is photographed on his torso and head. Most of the time, I can't insist on fighting.

Correspondingly, Wu Shitong's footwork is also obviously rigid and tough. It is shorter than flexibility and fighting, and Lucheng is attacking with the chill of the bones, just restraining him.

"If he meets Liu Yinglong, the master of this arm fist, I am afraid it will be even more embarrassing..." The thought flashed, and Luncheng’s mind looked at the violent storm, and he became fierce and crazy in the "chilly bones". The heart of Ming Mirror constantly "listens" to the changes of the opponent, borrowed the strength, punched a punch, and quickly passed a foot, quickly smoothing out the strength of the disadvantage, so that Wu Shitong could no longer fight back, as if lonely Passers-by in the Arctic are crumbling.

Above the stands, there was another burst of applause and applause, cheering for the stormy attack of Lou Cheng.

On several occasions, Wu Shitong wanted to get rid of the predicament with the explosive hand-in-hand of the big open hand tablet and the big wrestling monument. However, yesterday’s violent collision with the “unarmed invincible” was made, and there was a corresponding experience, and it was not avoided. The electric fire pile pushed the "big avalanche", and it was hard to stop. The fierce and fierce attack did not weaken.

Liu Yinglong looked slightly frowning and whispered to his teacher Qin Zhilin: "Wu Shitong is not as strong as I thought, is it really the strength of amateur two products?"

"It should be the reason for restraint, and the two methods are not easy." Qin Zhilin said.

At the end of the battle, Lou Cheng’s right hand shook, and the fist spurred out like a gun-tip. In the crackling sound, Wu Shitong’s left arm was hurriedly parried.

Snapped!

When the muffled sound broke out, Wu Shitong’s left arm swayed and was kicked up by the pounds, revealing that the chest was so big.

Lou Cheng is not forgiving, and once again borrowed strength, the left fist whistling out, like a dragon, hard to drill into Wu Shitong's chest!

puff!

Wu Shitong’s chest punches, Lou Cheng did not feel the flesh and blood, but seemed to hit a hardwood, making a strange sound.

Lou Cheng's face changed slightly, he was going to fly back and escape, but he had been fiercely grabbed by a faint golden palm and grabbed his wrist!

Golden bell!

The basic method of Wu Shitong is the golden bell!

He used the provocation of dialogue time, using the passive at the beginning, and using the big open hand and the big handwriting hand that were used at a critical juncture, told him a near-real story, a story of a Daxing Temple vulgar disciple who knows how to master. !

This gradually caused oneself to lose the temptation, and began to attack wildly without reservation, to suppress.

At the end of the story, everything happened upside down!

In the sight of Lou Cheng, Wu Shitong’s mouth twitched slightly, revealing a smile, and the childishness on his face completely faded, as if to say, what happened to your previous game? They haven't been able to force my golden bell!

His right hand firmly held the left wrist of Lou Cheng.

PS: I wrote it here, and I came up with a thought. Is it true that the pseudo-monk with the golden bell is especially fond of telling stories... (According to the usual practice, I would like to recommend tickets in advance on Monday~)