Ning Xin calmed down, hugged Yuan Shouyi, Lou Cheng looked at himself with the help of Jin Dan, squirming his muscles a little bit, adjusting his state, forgetting everything outside the game, and completely concentrating his attention and spirit. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unconsciously, the announcement of the referee in the central ring came to his ears:

"In the fifth game, Ye Youting won!"

Scenes 4 and 5 are over...... Lou Cheng opened his eyes, his eyes were dark like a deep pool, he stepped forward, walked to the center of the venue without hurry, and stepped on the familiar and unfamiliar stone steps.

I used to envy the main members of the martial arts club for taking this glorious path, but now I finally have the opportunity to try it once.

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

In this process, he was keenly aware that there were dozens and hundreds of eyes watching him, and he heard the sparse applause and shouts, although it was much worse than the black and crushing human head in the Great Song Martial Arts Stadium and the tsunami-like enthusiasm of the mountains, but it belonged to Lin Que and Chen Changhua, and this belonged to him!

With his eyes level, Lou Cheng saw Wu Shitong, a lay disciple of Daxing Temple, who was wearing a martial arts uniform with a red and yellow mixture and a lotus pattern on the cuffs, with a sturdy figure, medium height, and a faint beard on his mouth, but this not only did not show maturity, but revealed a bit of childishness.

He's still a seventeen-year-old boy...... With this thought in his life, Lou Cheng's last fear of Wu Shitong was like snow in the sun, quickly melting.

Moving his gaze upward, he saw the large screen diagonally above, where the confrontation between himself and Wu Shitong was presented, highlighting a line of distinctive text:

"Daxing Temple disciple vs mysterious master!"

"Buddhism Zen Gong is a peerless study of the Ice Department!"

In the stands, Lao Zheng and other spectators who had watched Lou Cheng's game adjusted their sitting postures, looking forward to the start of the game, and they were all a little enthusiastic in the face of the words on the big screen.

Martial arts is the ultimate of the individual's body, igniting the yearning and worship of the strong that have remained in the hearts of human beings since primitive society.

"Who of you has watched that Daxing Temple disciple's competition, what is he good at?" Lao Zheng subconsciously asked.

On the first day, he went to watch a battle with Wu Shitong as recommended, but the whole process was lackluster, and he only vaguely remembered that he was rigid in his palm and didn't give the other party any chance.

Lao Zheng's companion, you look at me, I look at you, and shook his head blankly: "We were at work before, it's not highly recommended by you, how could we use the vacation in advance?"

Lao Zheng stopped talking, for some reason, his heart tightened, and he was a little more worried about Lou Cheng.

Liu Yinglong looked at the big screen and asked as if talking to himself: "Who of you watched Wu Shitong's game before?"

"I watched one, and he used a big stele opener and a big stele wrestler, which was quite powerful. Qin Zhilin recalled.

"He seems to be taking the path of fierce demon subjugation......" Liu Yinglong nodded slightly, his eyes returned to the ring, no longer speaking, waiting for this dragon fight.

In the nearby stands, a young man with a board inch glanced at the big screen and exclaimed:

"Master, the student from our hotel, he's really here to participate in the competition. ”

He wears a dark cyan martial arts uniform with a mountain pattern on the cuffs and neckline.

The old man with big earlobes laughed: "Old and old, you can't look good when you are a real person, he can break through to the fourth round, and his strength does not seem to be weak." ”

The young man clasped his hands together, glowing with a faint iron color: "He seems to have a mastery of the ice department." ”

"No wonder ......," the old man said suddenly, "Xiao Ye, take a closer look, maybe you will meet in the next competition, although you have already decided on the professional nine grades, but you can't despise this kind of outstanding person among amateur martial artists." ”

"Hmm. The young man nodded vigorously, and suddenly said with some depression: "Master, I will definitely break into the final four, for my father's illness, you, you have helped too much." ”

The old man smiled: "Being a teacher for one day and a father for life is not only a requirement for a disciple, but also a requirement for a master, don't say it, play hard, your two junior sisters are still waiting for you to invite a big meal." ”

"Okay!" Bancun young man's fists clenched subconsciously, and his eyes fell on the ring.

Due to the eye-catching slogan, all the audience who noticed it turned their attention to the central ring, and for a while, Lou Cheng actually felt exposed to the spotlight.

They bring stress and beauty!

At this moment, Wu Shitong opened his mouth and said with a smile:

"I've seen your previous game highlights, and 'Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes' is nothing more than that. ”

It was the first time that Lou Cheng encountered the provocation of dialogue time, and a wave of anger rose in his heart, but so?

But when he was half-quiet at the condensation pile, he quickly regained his composure, telling himself not to be affected by words, and to be swayed by emotions during the game, and there should be deviations.

In martial arts battles, emotional and spiritual factors are also very important, and the confrontation at the spiritual level is something that will inevitably be experienced when stepping into a high level!

After calming down, Lou Cheng remained calm and unchanged, and said with a little smile: "I have watched a lot of games in the past few days, and I have a little impression of you, since you are a lay disciple of Daxing Temple, maintaining a humble and compassionate posture seems to be more in line with the requirements of Zen Gong?"

He lied, implying that he had watched Wu Shitong's game and knew something about his martial arts!

Wu Shitong was stunned, a trace of panic flashed on his face, and he immediately returned to just now, without seeing the slightest ripple:

"The Buddha also has fire, and in addition to compassion, there is also Vajra to subdue demons. ”

Lou Cheng didn't respond anymore, but just maintained an unfathomable smile, as if to say, I have seen through you!

This is the most superficial clash of hearts and minds, and it will also be encountered in daily life.

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

The referee raised his hand, glanced left and right, and waved it down suddenly:

"Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lou Cheng stepped on a snake step, swaying his center of gravity, and quickly approached Wu Shitong.

In the stands, the crowd applauded for the first attack of the game!

Wu Shitong's expression was a little more solemn, and he seemed to be unable to judge Loucheng's true direction, so he simply sank down his waist and put on a steady posture.

Lou Cheng's center of gravity changed suddenly, and he went around to Wu Shitong's right side, and his left palm slapped out like a swift wind, bringing a burst of coldness, but there was no sound of breaking the sky.

In his mind, there was a picture of the snow not yet coming, and the cold was coming.

The second trend of "Blizzard Twenty-four Blows" is chilling to the bone!

Faced with this unusually fast palm, Wu Shitong was not in a hurry, and raised his elbow, just right to block Lou Cheng's beat.

Syllable!

As soon as the palm arm was touched, Lou Cheng's unrevealed strength only spit out a small half before he chose to stop, borrowed a little force, and pulled his body to the front of Wu Shitong.

As soon as he moved out of his place, there was a crisp sound, and Wu Shitong kicked there with a whip leg and fell into the air.

Seizing the opportunity, Lou Cheng slapped Wu Shitong's neck with another quick palm that was not revealed.

He always has spare strength to guard against unknown moves from unknown opponents, and this attack is mainly tentative!

Wu Shitong whip leg just back, Lou Cheng's right palm has arrived, he took a deep breath, his hands did not have the process of accumulation, directly pushed flat, but the momentum is still amazing, there is almost the power of cracking stones, Lou Cheng just touched, he felt the strength of the hard and powerful, and the changes in the opponent's muscles reflected in the heart lake through the pore contact.

Adjusting himself and changing the center of gravity, Lou Cheng quickly borrowed some strength, flashed to the side again, the footwork unfolded, the palms and low kicks staggered attacks, and gradually weaved into a feminine and dense offensive net, wave after wave, wave after wave, so that the enemy could breathe.

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

Slowly, he had a preliminary judgment of Wu Shitong's martial arts, the other party is mainly a fierce palm, and he should have the advantages of both a big open stele and a big smasher, if he is patted on the torso and head, he will probably not be able to hold on to the fight.

Correspondingly, Wu Shitong's footwork is also obviously fierce and tough, shorter than flexibility and fighting, Lou Cheng attacked with a "chill into the bone", which just restrained him.

"If he meets Liu Yinglong, a master of arm boxing, I'm afraid he will be even more embarrassed......" The thought flashed, Lou Cheng visualized the momentum of the storm in his mind, and melted into the ferocity and madness in the "cold to the bones", and the cold mirror of the heart lake continued to "listen" to the changes of the opponent, borrowing strength, one punch was heavier than a punch, and one kick was faster than a kick, which quickly wiped out the disadvantage in strength, so that Wu Shitong was no longer able to fight back, like a lonely passerby in the North Pole, crumbling.

In the stands, another burst of applause and applause erupted, cheering for Lou Cheng's stormy attack.

Several times, Wu Shitong wanted to get out of the predicament with the extremely explosive moves in the hands of the big open stele and the big smashing stele, but Lou Cheng, who had a fierce collision with the "invincible punch" yesterday, had the corresponding experience, and did not evade it, and used the "electric fire pile" to promote the "big avalanche", and blocked it hard, and the crazy and ferocious attack did not weaken in the slightest.

Liu Yinglong frowned slightly, and whispered to his junior brother Qin Zhilin: "Wu Shitong is not as strong as he imagined, is it really the strength of Yu Erpin?"

"It should be the reason for the restraint of the play, those two palms are not easy. Qin Zhilin groaned.

At the end of the battle, Lou Cheng's right hand shook, and his fist stabbed out like the tip of a gun, hitting Wu Shitong's left arm in a hurry with a crisp sound.

Syllable!

The muffled sound broke out, Wu Shitong's left arm shook, and he was bounced up by the majestic force, revealing a big gap in his chest.

Lou Cheng was unforgiving, and once again borrowed his strength, his left fist roared out, like a dragon, and it drilled into Wu Shitong's chest!

Burst!

Wu Shitong was punched in the chest, but Lou Cheng did not feel like he hit the flesh and blood, but as if he hit a piece of hardwood, making a strange sound.

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

Golden bell jar!

Wu Shitong's fundamental exercise is the golden bell jar!

He used the provocation of the dialogue time, the passivity at the beginning, and the big stele opener and the big stele smasher who were all used at the critical moment, to tell himself a near-true story, a story of a lay disciple of Daxing Temple who is good at palming!

This made him gradually lose his temptation, and began to attack frantically without reservation in order to suppress.

And at the end of the story, everything is reversed!

In Lou Cheng's sight, the corners of Wu Shitong's mouth were slightly hooked, and a smile was revealed, and the childishness on his face completely faded, as if to say, what if you have watched my previous games? They haven't been able to force out my golden bell jar yet!

His right hand firmly grabbed Lou Cheng's left wrist.

ps: Writing this, an idea came to mind, is it that the pseudo-monks who use the golden bell jar are particularly fond of storytelling...... (According to the usual practice, I asked for a recommendation ticket in advance on Monday~)