This night, the fat man slept until the sky was dark, until Yuan Meng's nervous call sounded in his ears: "Fat brother, wake up, wake up......"

This has to be a different person, and the absolute force can't wake up the fat man, but Yuan Meng is different.

As soon as he heard her voice, the fat man jumped up, put on the shelf, looked left and right, and said nervously: "What's wrong, what's the matter...... What's up?"

The fat man pulled out a long tail note as the entire arena fell into a dead silence as everyone looked at it collectively.

The key is that there is a high-definition camera facing us, presenting the picture on a huge screen.

There, a guy was sleepy-eyed, and there was a bright saliva on the corner of his mouth.

It's over, it's big!

The fat man quickly wiped his saliva, and looked embarrassedly at the teachers and students in the back row who touched his forehead and pretended not to know.

It was only then that the fat man found that the first row was empty, and Lin Lin, Chu Xiong, Xu Tingting, Qiao Yuchi and other ten people were standing on the edge of the half-person high ring, looking at them with murderous eyes.

"Fat brother, it's your turn. ”

Yuan Meng kindly reminded that the voice was very low and light, and at that volume, it was captured by the keen instruments in the venue, and it was amplified to the point that the whole audience could hear it.

"Xiaomeng, sit down and watch the fat brother go down and show his might. ”

The fat man coughed dryly and took the opportunity to step down, and then staggered down.

"Ha, it scared me, I thought that classmate Tu Qian was going to steal my position and be funny. ”

In the venue, the narrator's ridiculous voice came from the radio room, which made the audience laugh, and even made the teachers and students of Class 2 of the sophomore year red, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Then, the interpreter's voice changed and he said with passion: "Now, let us applaud and welcome the ultimate hole card of the sophomore class 2 to play." ”

"I have first-hand information about Tu Qian, he is an ordinary student...... That's right, you heard him right, he is not a martial arts student, he is still an ordinary student. ”

"Even, I interviewed our elder Jin Da Beauty, and she quietly revealed that she also knew from others three days ago that Tu Qian's classmate turned out to be an E-level 3rd stage sequence warrior. ”

"Moreover, before that, he was also one of the logistics students of the 2nd class of the martial arts hall, and he volunteered to do the sanitation for the martial arts students for nearly two years, and he almost never missed a day of work, is he surprised, surprised?"

The narrator's voice fell, and the whole audience "I rely on" was connected, and even many teachers and students in Class 2 stared at each other and straightened their waists.

Prior to this, among the teachers and students of Class 2, only a small number of people heard some rumors, and no one thought that the fat man would be a big coffee in the 3rd section of the E level.

"Tu Qian, I'm very curious, what motivates you to hide your fame and fame, so low-key, I really want to interview you immediately, but time doesn't allow. Now, in front of you is the first master of Class 4, Lin Zihao, who is one rank higher than you. ”

The narrator said affectionately: "Lin Zihao wants to guard the glory of the class that ranked 5th last semester, Tu Qian's classmates have been hiding so far, and they are showing their heads, whether they can successfully counterattack, let's wait and see!"

"The battle between kings and kings is about to begin, and the countdown is 20...... 19……”

The fat man didn't have time to greet Lin Lin and the others, in fact, he was also a little afraid of their murderous eyes, so he didn't dare to look at them.

So, he walked into the ring by himself, and stood ten meters away from Lin Zihao across the central red dot.

Lin Zihao is a handsome guy with a strong body, and his loose short sleeves have not been able to cover the flowing strong chest muscles, and he is the favorite of rotten women who like muscular men.

The countdown continues to jump, holding ancient rituals to each other, and shaking each other in the air.

The only difference is that the fat man is empty-handed, while Lin Zihao is holding a sharp sword more than a meter long.

The big sword, the open, 100-meter-diameter ring, is the standard ring.

Fight against each other above, with real swords and real guns, and concede life and death.

If you can't hold your hand and hurt someone, it's also allowed.

Maliciously maiming to maim or even kill, it is never allowed, offstage, Jin Ye sitting in the referee's seat is not joking, if you are seen to be a child, you will be taught to be a man in minutes.

Yuan Xi and Bai Chen continued to be exploited, and sat on both sides of the referee's bench as observers, responsible for eye-catching everyone.

"Tu Qian, don't you use weapons?" After straightening his waist, Lin Zihao frowned.

"No, the ruler is short, the inch is long, I just use my fists. The fat man responded indifferently.

In the years, the level and abilities of the group are not secrets, and the fat man has done his homework in advance.

This Lin Zihao's native ability, E-level 4 stage, and has been in E-level 4 stage for several months, should be in a relatively high range, and even on the bottleneck that is about to be broken.

In terms of level, the fat man is slightly weaker, but his body has been transformed by Long Yuan, and he is full of brute strength, which can support cross-section combat.

Besides, it's not a joke to collapse the mountain fist and butterfly steps, the fat man has this confidence.

"Okay, then you're welcome. ”

Lin Zihao felt despised and his face was a little gloomy, and when the countdown cleared, the sound of a war sounded in the venue, and he stabbed with a sword.

In the information, Lin Zihao learned the elementary swordsmanship taught by the class teacher of Class 4, and in terms of footwork, he learned the seven-star steps of the Lan Xin family.

The Seven Star Step is the same as the Butterfly Step, it is just a primary footwork, the former has a wide range of disciples, it is widely spread, there are many practitioners, and even Lin Lin is very proficient.

Elementary swordsmanship, fat people can't look down on it.

Elementary footwork, fat people are even more disdainful.

Anyway, the fat man is a little embarrassed now, and he is only interested in high-level ancient martial arts.

So, the fat man made a diagonal line at his feet and rushed back.

At this moment, Lin Zihao was really angry.

With bare hands, ready to enter the white blade empty-handed, endure you.

Use this half-baked seven-star step class to get an axe again, who to underestimate?

Arrogance, there must also be a bottom, okay.

"Ha ......"

Lin Zihao shouted, counting it as a reminder, and the big sword flipped over, gathering an amazing amount of power, and slashed away.

The fat man's mind was still very sleepy, and he couldn't help but yawn.

In this sleepy state, his right hand was raised, and between square inches, five palms were formed, and he was imprinted towards the big sword.

"When! When......"

Five muffled sounds came out one after another, and the big sword was invincible and was violently swinged.

On the side of the ring, Chu Xiong's pupils contracted suddenly, shocked on the spot, it was - the first move of the colorful swordsmanship!

The sword-style palm, its realm has taken a big step forward in the Xiaocheng realm, reaching the realm of Lin Lin's mountain collapse fist and sword!

"Perverted, big perverted. ”

Chu Xiong was ashamed of himself, and hung his head scolding.

Around, everyone has seen the colorful swordsmanship many times, and they are more familiar with it, and they can see the signs one after another, and they can't help but be deeply shocked.

Lin Lin's gloomy face then softened, nodded in approval, and quietly forgave a certain pig for his embarrassing behavior.

In the ring, the stacked wave type shook the big sword, the fat man wanted to sleep very much, he didn't have the heart to grind blindly, his left fist was irritable, and one punch came out, like a landslide like a tsunami.

"Hah, Avalanche Fist?"

Jin Ziyan was sitting on his back, but when he saw this, he staggered, almost didn't fall off the Taishi chair, and he was in a hurry, and it took him a long time to sit down steadily, and asked the hungry wolves who left "watching the ball" in the stands to shout that it was worth the return ticket.

"Bang!"

Lin Zihao couldn't dodge, blocked it with a heavy fist, and slid out backwards.

The fat man palmed into a colorful sword technique stacking waves, chasing after him like a shadow, but he fell short in an instant.

Lin Zihao's feet weirdly stepped half a step to the left and half a step to the right, and they all dodged, and at the same time, a slender pangolin with hideous scales suddenly rose above his head.

Pangolin, body length can be 6 meters, at best, he has just stepped on the passing line of intermediate fusion, the fat man doesn't care, he cares about the footwork of the people.

Between square inches, between the seemingly chaotic stampedes, skillfully dodging the six palms, the trajectory conceals the mysterious martial intent, and it is definitely the footwork of the Dacheng realm.

The primary footwork is not valuable, but the martial intent of the Dacheng realm is valuable.

"Do you want to raise the gas engine and take the opportunity to learn?"

The fat man was very slanderous, hesitated, and quietly gave up.

The gas machine has not been controlled yet, so it is not good to rise rashly, what if you are surprised by the white dust that is still in the stands?

The Shangqing sword technique on that guy's body is better than the colorful sword technique, this is the big watermelon, and you can't lose it because of a small one.

Bear with it!

The fat man gritted his teeth violently, and his right palm and left fist slammed away.

Hide, let you hide, hide hard, and expose all the footwork and martial intent!

The fat man bombarded indiscriminately, and after stacking the sword style, he used the chaotic sword style that was difficult to distinguish between virtual and real, and the left fist was replaced with a mountain collapse boxing method full of fist shadows.

With the blessing of the earth-based gas machine pangolin, Lin Zihao added three points of combat power, and his endurance was more durable, and in terms of brute strength, he barely competed with the fat man.

The fat man slapped palm after palm, punch after punch.

Lin Zihao kept falling backwards until he stepped into the air and fell out of the ring.