"In the second game, Fang Zhi won!"

Hearing the referee's announcement, looking at Lou Cheng's distant back, Fang Zhirong was stunned on the spot, and immediately his blood surged, ashamed and angry, and his fists squeaked. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"He was not lightly injured, those two blows should be implosion punches......" In the live broadcast room, the host Liu Chang said half in amazement and half seeking confirmation.

However, he didn't hear the expected reply, whether yes or no, and the silence around him was eerily quiet.

Liu Chang turned his head sideways and looked at his partner, only to see He Xiaowei's expression sluggish, his lips pursed, his face turned blue and red, and he looked like he was not possessed.

Hey, what does it matter to you that Fang Zhirong is injured? Why is it the same as losing all the family property? Liu Chang was confused for a while, full of doubts.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered something before, and instantly understood the reason:

He Xiaowei cursed and swore that if the emperor could win the championship, he would shave all the hair on his head!

After taking two blows from the weak and inhuman implosion punch, Fang Zhirong's injuries are not something that can be recovered in three or five days, and when he goes out to fight in the imperial capital, he can still exert fifty percent of his strength, even if he is powerful!

It seems that the casual poisoned milk has to give way to the "well-prepared" kind!

Liu Chang looked He Xiaowei's head up and down, his mouth was pursed, his cheeks and neck trembled slightly, and he forcibly held back his laughter.

It seems that we can probably look forward to it......

What will it look like......

Can't help it, hahahaha!

............

All the way back to the seat, seeing that everyone was still a little stunned, Lou Cheng smiled and asked:

"What's wrong?"

I didn't expect to win this game, but don't delay your debut!

The corners of Cai Zongming's mouth twitched and said:

"Have you ever considered us?"

"What's the situation?" Lou Cheng looked confused.

"You said you lost, you lost, laugh at it!" Xiao Ming pointed at Fang Zhirong in the ring angrily, "Look at him, he is obviously holding his stomach, and he will definitely vent it on Xiao Yoko and me later, and abuse us with blood!"

Even if that guy is seriously injured and has declined in all aspects, it is not something that the top nine products can challenge!

Lou Cheng suddenly realized, solemnly stretched out his hand, patted the shoulder of the "mouth king", and said with relief:

"Don't worry, there is a referee!"

...... Cai Zongming laughed angrily: "If you say it, you don't say it!"

It makes people's calves tremble even more!

At this time, Deng Yang made an expression of looking at death as if he was at home, touched his fists with Lou Cheng and the others one by one, and walked to the ring with his head held high.

Seeing him take a few steps forward, Lou Cheng took back his mobile phone and shared his joy and happiness with Yan Zheke just now.

Going up the stone steps, Deng Yang stood opposite Fang Zhirong, who had done a "return of strength" to weaken the impact of internal injuries, and saw the enemy's gloomy face and black eyes containing fury.

He shuddered involuntarily, as if he had been targeted by a poisonous snake to his throat and locked to his temple with a sniper rifle.

This is the momentum suppression of the Liupin Dan Realm? Deng Yang tried his best to soothe his qi and blood, making his skin glow with jade.

Shizhou Island, "Quenching Jade Jue"!

The referee didn't give Fang Zhirong more chances to calm down, raised his right hand, and waved down suddenly:

"Let's go!"

Fang Zhirong didn't wipe the blood from his mouth and nose, his back was bent down, and he meandered around, approaching Deng Yang strangely and quickly.

Deng Yang's body was in a weak position, dodged a few times, and he was never able to get rid of it, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, Fang Zhirong's qi and blood were collected, and he was still holding his lower abdomen, and then exploded with a bang, rushing out, and swelling his legs.

Click! The spider web appeared under his feet, and he pounced sharply, bullying Deng Yang to the front, and rushed straight with his right fist!

Deng Yang took a breath, puffed up his temples, raised his arms, and made the most conservative parry pose.

Suddenly, the two muscles on Fang Zhirong's back protruded like butterflies, and his spine pulled to the side, driving his body to change direction, and flashed to the opponent's side in one step.

Syllable!

His left palm probed sharply, and his five fingers were spread, flashing black, like terrifying fangs.

Deng Yang's moves were old, and he had no center of gravity like mercury, seeing that it was difficult to dodge, his face turned pale, he clenched his teeth, swelled his biceps, tightened his sleeves, and took the initiative to swing obliquely.

His sleeves were torn, revealing the green jade skin that was clasped by Fang Zhirong's five fingers.

Before the negative feelings such as weakness and wheezing emerged, Deng Yang's expression suddenly became hideous, and a layer of jade-colored brilliance floated.

He slammed his feet hard, his shoulders were heavy, and he leaned fiercely to the side!

Bang! Fang Zhirong's qi and blood were still rolling, his body reaction was sluggish, and he only had time to raise his right arm, and in front of him, he was hit by Deng Yangzheng, who was not blocking or defending and only counterattacking.

His arm trembled, and he resisted it steadily, Fang Zhirong's qi and blood stagnated, and he was almost detonated with internal injuries, and He Xiaowei in the live broadcast room shook a little, as if this "iron mountain leaning" actually hit him.

And Deng Yang's "dark poisonous energy" was released, his strength disappeared at once, and it became difficult to breathe, so he could only bury his head and gasp for breath.

The difference in the realm is too great, and the effect is naturally surprisingly good!

Fang Zhirong's face turned red, and he immediately turned blue, his right arm was pressed forward, and his left fist was about to collapse into the opponent's lower abdomen.

At this time, a hand reached over and resisted his attack.

The referee raised his other hand, exhaled and said:

"In the third game, Fang Zhirong won!"

Whew, Fang Zhirong exhaled turbid air, withdrew his fist in anger, and stood up straight.

Deng Yang gasped again and again, finally relieved, and after bowing his hand, he walked under the ring with vague steps.

As soon as he took a few steps, Wang Dali and others came up to him and supported him who was weak.

"Let's go to the emergency room and get oxygen?" Lou Cheng suggested.

"Hmm. Deng Yang nodded slightly, gasped, and said with a wry smile, "I, I tried my best......"

"Good fight!" Lou Cheng praised from the bottom of his heart, stretching out his fist.

Deng Yang raised his hand weakly, touched him, completed the ceremony, and was sent to the emergency room.

Cai Zongming next to him gasped and looked at Lou Chengdao:

"Can I abstain?"

"What do you think?" Lou Cheng looked at him amusedly.

"I think it's okay to ......" Xiao Ming didn't lose his mouth, then gritted his teeth, and his expression was distorted, "Do you think Xiao Ye will be afraid? What is there to be afraid of! Anyway, there is a referee!"

He strode majestically, approaching the stone steps with great momentum, and when he was about to enter the ring, his expression calmed down, and his smile was hidden, calm and calm.

Well, it's time for live streaming!

You can't leave a side that isn't handsome......

When he came to the center, he was looked at by Fang Zhirong's selective gaze, and Cai Zongming trembled violently.

He quickly soothed his mood and comforted himself thoughtfully:

"Just a dead man, just a dead man......"

Fang Zhirong vaguely heard that the bruises on his forehead were beating violently, and he almost failed to stabilize the injury.

The referee was almost amused, shook his head and raised his hand, waved down and shouted:

"Let's go!"

Click!

As soon as Fang Zhirong started, he made a "strong hug", propped his feet into the ring, and uncharacteristically rushed straight to Cai Zongming, as fast as thunder.

As soon as the flowers in front of him appeared, the enemy was already being bullied, Xiao Ming's heart tightened, and according to the predetermined plan, he blocked with his feet and raised his arms.

His two hands were holding each other's cuffs in a rather strange posture.

Fang Zhirong spread his five fingers and buckled the enemy's forearm.

At this moment, two tears sounded at the same time, Cai Zongming tore off the sleeve tube, turned the clothes into flags, puffed up the airflow, and wrapped Fang Zhirong's palm in reverse, even with a beating, overcoming rigidity with softness.

Immediately after, he flicked his elbow and threw his forearm out to hit his opponent's face, his knuckles ready to complete the second attack.

Fang Zhirong's face darkened, his shoulders pulled, and he lifted his other arm, dyeing the edge of his palm a touch of blue.

With a slap, he struck the enemy's bare arm.

In an instant, Cai Zongming felt the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, scraping his bones with a knife, and ten fingers inserting a needle, so he instinctively hugged his arm back and shouted!

Cold sweat leaked from his forehead, and his expression turned pale, as if he was about to faint.

The twenty-seventh style of "Plague Department", "Scorpion Tail Needle"!

This is a mastery of magnifying pain!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Zhirong lifted his waist and hips, and was about to bend his knees and hit forward.

The referee raised his leg in time to block the blow, raised his right hand and said:

"In the fourth game, Fang Zhirong won!"

"In the final result, the martial arts club of Shanbei University won!"

Fang Zhirong took a breath, calmed down a little, and raised his hands and applauded to the audience around him who supported him.

Cai Zongming was stunned, and walked to the ring with a sneer, as if he was enduring extreme pain at every step, exhausting the strength of his whole body.

It wasn't until he was vigorously supported by Lou Cheng and Wang that he eased up, felt the pain begin to subside, and said the first sentence:

"Damn, it hurts!"

I'm relieved that you're so alive...... Lou Cheng chuckled and asked casually:

"How did you feel just now?"

"Feelings, I'm starting to doubt life!" replied Xiao Ming with a rich expression.

The first game of the semi-finals was over, Songda was eliminated, and Shanbei reached the final for the third time in four years.

For failure, Lou Cheng and others have long been mentally prepared, and they are not too sad, but they feel a little stunned, and they have mixed tastes.

After watching Ren Li's great power and leading the martial arts club of the Imperial Capital Academy to the finals, Songda and his gang took a minibus and returned to the hotel.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Lou Cheng saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes greeted him with a smile.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his temperament was quite elegant, and he introduced himself:

"I am the representative of the Dragon Tiger Club. ”