The little girl's immature voice was like a young butterfly fluttering its wings, but it attracted the crowd to transmit this belief like a wave, and finally drove the rhythm of the audience.

For a while, there was only one voice in the entire Huacheng Central Gymnasium: "Gu Wu will win!"

Feeling the warm atmosphere of the audience, the corners of the short man's mouth from the original country opened into a ruthless arc.

The higher you hold it, the more painful it hurts.

On the stage, hearing the shouts of all the people, the man from Qinguo was also very excited, ravaging each other on the other party's home field, which was really cool!

"Are you ready?" the black, thin and capable man looked at Yi Ling and laughed wantonly.

Yi Ling's face was grim and nodded, "Three battles and two wins?"

"The guest is as he pleases. ”

When something happened here, the small phalanx over there had gathered together again, and among the portals represented by each phalanx, there was naturally a more outstanding leader.

By the time Yi Ling returned, the leaders of each phalanx had already gathered.

Yi Ling said in a low voice: "Three battles and two wins, who wants to win the first victory?"

Everyone looked at each other, and the victory or defeat of the first battle was a matter of morale, and there was no room for loss.

Of course, Gong Shang had already made it clear to everyone beforehand, not to mention whether it was the first battle.

In order to carry forward the ancient martial arts of the Yan Kingdom, everyone is fighting against the water, no matter which one it is, you can't lose!

"Shall I come?" Luo Ding, a disciple of Hongquan, stood up half a step and said in a deep voice.

Among all the leaders of the various sects, Luo Ding was the oldest, already twenty-nine years old.

His personality is the most calm, and his strength is extremely stable, if he is not too honest and wants to occupy the leading position among the people, it would not be Xiao Jiu's little girl.

Now that he has opened his mouth, whether it is strength or other aspects, it is not easy for others to compete with him anymore.

Luo Ding hugged his fists at all the Gu Wu brothers, said "thank you", and walked onto the field.

He didn't burn his mood in anger because of the other party's flying and domineering, step by step, and walked very steadily.

And because of his stature, he is not tall, and he still looks a little short and strong, so he doesn't look like a master.

Most of the people in the Yan Kingdom who saw the candidates for the battle were a little worried, the young man who spoke just now looked very handsome, and his speech and demeanor had never fallen behind, and he looked like a legendary master.

The importance of this victory is self-evident, why not send a more stable one?

The little girl is one of these worried Yanguo people.

She pulled the corner of Xia Shan's clothes and shook it, "Is this person okay? Don't lose the first game?"

Xia Shan's body swayed with the little girl's violent swaying, and said casually: "You can't just look at the surface ...... people"

The representative elected by Gu Wu's side is not bad, he walks steadily step by step, his breath is not the slightest disorder, and he is a person who can endure his temperament.

In fact, whether it is a real master's move or a street hooligan fight, it is something very basic that determines the outcome of the game.

Skills, to put it bluntly, unless the gap is outrageous, it is often the will and ideas that determine the outcome of the victory.

Street hooligans may be able to chase seven or eight people by themselves with a bloody courage that does not want to die, and among the masters who have practiced, it is generally to see who plays better and who makes fewer mistakes.

And the Gu Wu deputies who have now come to the stage are a good performance in terms of mentality alone.

"Then can we win?" the little girl looked at the short and stocky Luo Ding, and asked Xia Shan.

Xia Shan glanced at the person sent by the other party and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know." ”

The other party sent out a silent man who looked black and thin, wearing clothes and pants that were short, and his exposed skin showed a steely glow.

Both seem to be taciturn.

When they arrived, the two nodded to each other, which was regarded as a greeting.

The silence of the two seemed to be infected even in the air, and this effect quickly spread through the audience. A moment later, only the chaotic breathing of tens of thousands of people remained in the huge Huacheng Central Gymnasium.

The little girl pinched the corner of Xia Shan's clothes, and was also a little nervous by this situation, "Little brother, why don't you go up and help them?"

Xia Shan hurriedly waved his hand, "I can't do it!"

Let's not talk about whether you can beat it or not, just showing your head is something that Xia Shan can't accept.

He is a man who wants to become the number one killer in the world, as a king who walks in the dark, how can he show his head at will in public?

At this moment, the two people on the field made a move.

In just seven or eight steps, both of them collided with each other with the momentum of an ancient battle formation.

Hongquan requires a high degree of unity of shape, meaning, energy, force and sound, and advocates convincing people with force, winning with power, and fighting hard. It often speaks out according to the situation to help the force, which is its unique feature.

And the other party is also a hard way, and his muscles and bones are like his exposed skin, and he is trained like steel and iron.

A "haha" sound, straight to the point.

A taciturn, hard-hitting.

The two of them stood like a pile, and unexpectedly showed a tragic atmosphere.

"Are they stupid? How can they fight so hard?" The little girl was well-informed, and she was a little puzzled how the situation on the field could have become like this.

Xia Shan shook his head, "This is the potential, the two of them have already screwed up, if anyone changes his moves, he will lose immediately." ”

Three minutes.

A full three minutes.

This time is nothing in normal times. Thirty minutes is nothing in a flash.

But at this moment, the two fought hard for three minutes with the greatest intensity.

Blood flowed down the bodies of the two men.

The magnified image on the large screen showed the two men's already dark arms.

In these three minutes, the entire Huacheng Central Gymnasium only had the sound of steel and iron flesh connecting with each other, looking at the two figures standing in place, the audience present was careful to control their breathing.

The Chinese people are mighty, and these foreign guys seem to have something to admire.

As each punch hit each other in the chest, both of them fell straight back at the same time.

A figure rushed forward in an instant, catching both of them at the same time, so that they would not fall directly to the ground.

Gong Shang handed Luo Ding over to the medical team who came forward to stand by early in the morning, and at the same time looked at the leader of the other party who came to pick up his teammates and said, "This one is a tie. Next time, I'll do it. ”

"Woman?" the lean man in the lead sneered, "Are you sure?"

There was no sadness or joy in Gong Shang's eyes, and he was as plain as water, "I'm sure." ”

The capable man nodded, "Okay! Since there is no one in the Yan Country, then it is appropriate to be humiliated." ”

The lean man patted a man next to him, "Give you a minute." ”

The man glanced at Gong Shang, who looked thin and small in comparison, and grinned cruelly: "Thirty seconds!"

This decision was released by the ubiquitous speakers, and the audience exploded.

In the first game, a Han Han was dispatched, but the fight was a little miserable, and everyone couldn't bombard the representatives who came out of the battle.

This second scene just gave up on herself? Let go of such a skinny little girl?

Are the decision-makers of the ancient martial arts of Yanguo all pig brains?

The memory of the ancient martial arts heirs who were ruthlessly slapped in the face once again came to everyone's hearts.

Is that really the case?

What if it blows louder?

Once you encounter the real test, your true form is immediately revealed!

The deepest expectations bring the greatest disappointments.