Sujia martial arts field, the northern martial arts ring.

The vast majority of the warriors are concentrated around this ring.

Because a great war like never before is about to take place here.

Su Qin, the son of the Su family, played against Zhao Fusheng, the grandson of the Zhao family.

The Su family is the strongest martial arts family in Jin Province, and has dominated Dragon City for more than 400 years, and no one has been able to shake its hegemony. The Zhao family, a rookie in Qingzhou, has risen in the past 30 years, although it is young compared with the Su family, in addition to losing a little, its strength should not be underestimated.

Every year at the martial arts meeting, it will be rumored that the Zhao family is getting fuller, and there is a tendency to replace the Su family, but every time they return with a feather, they have not had the upper hand once.

After all, the Su family has a big business and many disciples, and the Zhao family is still very early to compete with it.

However, the only one who can argue with the Su family is the Zhao family.

Therefore, the duel between the disciples of the Su family and the disciples of the Zhao family in the martial arts meeting every year has always been the most exciting and interesting.

What's more, this year is a showdown between two of the most vigorous young geniuses.

The game hasn't started yet, and there is already a lot of talk under the ring.

One person said: "I heard that the Zhao family came prepared this year, that Zhao Fu realized the principle of internal cultivation not long before his death, and he has cultivated internal strength, he is perfect with one hand gibbon fist, and there are few opponents, and the Su family has a tough battle to fight today." ”

The other person nodded and said, "Really? Then Zhao Fu cultivated his internal strength within thirty years of life? That is really a genius." With such qualifications, you can indeed have a long and short ...... with the Su family."

The two of them were talking hotly, only to hear the man on the side chuckle: "Zhao Fusheng's internal strength has already reached twenty and six, and I heard that Su Qin of the Su family has reached the internal strength at the age of seventeen, and this gap is not a little bit of a star." If you want to defeat the Su family, the Zhao family is still a hundred years early!"

The two men heard this, and were silent for a moment.

"That's true, although cultivating internal strength within the age of thirty is already considered a genius, but Su Qin of the Su family is even more rebellious. The older generation of the Zhao family can't fight the Su family, and the younger generation is also a head down. ”

"Shh......h Be quiet, it looks like it's about to start. ”

Several people immediately fell silent and looked towards the ring.

Zhao Fu was born on the west side, with fair skin and a talent, but his brows were furrowed, as if he was carrying some deep sea of blood, and he looked like a bitter melon.

A pair of arms that were extremely long, almost knee-high. It is not uncommon for people who practice martial arts to cultivate internal strength, but they need to sharpen and understand, often when they understand internal strength, they have already established the age, if someone realizes internal strength before the age of thirty, it should be called a genius.

But Zhao Fusheng was not happy, because there was a Su Qin on his head who pressed him, and whenever others talked about it, he would definitely be compared with Su Qin.

On the east side is Su Qin, the Su family, although his skin is slightly dark, but his sword eyebrows are starry, and he is heroic. The skin is a little black, and it looks sunny and handsome.

Obviously, most of the eyes of the young girls in the audience were focused on Su Qin.

Zhao Fusheng's face was gloomy as water, his eyes were staring at Su Qin deadly, his fists were clenched, and when he heard the discussion from the audience, his fists clenched even tighter.

"Bang~~~!"

With the sound of a gong, the competition officially began.

Su Qin and Zhao Fusheng entered at the same time, and Su Qin's arrogance was in stark contrast to Zhao Fusheng's caution.

"Brother Zhao, congratulations on your understanding of the method of internal strength. Su Qin congratulated him.

Zhao Fusheng thought that the other party was laughing at him, and his face sank: "I'll say it's not too late when you win!"

He knew that his cultivation was not as good as Su Qin, so he needed to take the lead, if he even lost the first move, it would be even more difficult to defeat Su Qin.

"It's a good time!" Su Qin did not retreat but advanced, and greeted him with his fist.

Baji boxing and Tongbei boxing also belong to the fierce boxing method, the eighth level pays attention to the strength of the inch, and the back boxing is also a tiger and a tiger.

As soon as the two of them made a move, they used their internal strength, and their fists and feet struck each other, which would definitely produce a sound like popping beans.

Zhao Fusheng was eager to win, and he would do his best with every punch, and his physical energy would be consumed rapidly, but he had just cultivated his internal strength for a short time, and he couldn't compare with Su Qin at all, and before he made thirty moves, he was already weak. Shortness of breath and gradual messiness of gait.

And Su Qin is still at ease, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner.

On the stands, Su Jun smiled with a twisted beard, Su Qin had won the essentials of the Eight Extremes, and he was not chaotic in battle, and he was already quite a grandmaster. The Su family passed on the two of them, and Su Qi didn't care about martial arts at all, but as long as there was Su Qin, the Su family would not worry that the status of the Su family would decline.

On the other side, Zhao Feng, the head of the Zhao family, had an even more ugly face, Zhao Fusheng's desire to win was too urgent, and he could have made at least a hundred moves. But looking at the current situation, it can support up to three moves.

Sure enough, Zhao Fusheng's internal strength was exhausted, and his strength was unsustainable, and he slapped it, but it still looked swift, but in fact, it was not lethal at all.

At this time, Su Qin's sticking to the mountain had already gained momentum, and if he leaned on his shoulder, Zhao Fusheng would undoubtedly lose.

What's more, Zhao Fusheng used all his strength on offense, unable to defend, and the Baji Fist was extremely powerful, if he slammed it, he would inevitably be seriously injured and fall to the ground.

Zhao Fusheng knew that he had become a loser, so he fortunately gave up, but at this time, Su Qin seemed to suddenly lose his strength, and he stopped abruptly by leaning on the mountain.

Not only that, Su Qin slowed down the offensive, but instead collided with Zhao Fusheng's fist.

"Bang!"

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Su Qin took a few steps back, and fell under the ring in an obvious and unbelievable fake falling posture.

Even if everyone could see the clues, Su Juncheng was concerned and chaotic, jumping directly from the stands more than three meters high, like an eagle.

"Qin'er, are you okay?" Su Juncheng looked down at Su Qin and saw that it was no big deal, and then he was relieved.

Su Qin smiled: "It doesn't matter, I ate peaches yesterday and then ate iced watermelon, I had diarrhea all night, my hands and feet are sore today, I have no strength, it's not a big deal, don't worry about ......"

Su Juncheng grabbed Su Qin's arm, he knew some Chinese medicine fur, and there was no problem in taking the pulse. Su Qin was full of energy, his heart rate was steady, his breathing was long, and he didn't have any symptoms at all. Moreover, the body of a person who practices martial arts is quite strong, and his self-regulation ability is far beyond that of ordinary people. Eating a few iced watermelons makes me have diarrhea, and I've never heard of it.

"Nonsense, what are you doing?" Su Juncheng's face sank, this competition was of great significance, Su Qin had always been calm, how could he suddenly mess around at this juncture.

Su Qin leaned into Su Juncheng's ear: "I'll surprise you." Then he stood up and said in a loud voice: "I'm sorry everyone, I was greedy for food last night, which caused diarrhea today, and now I want to go to the toilet again......"

When a group of martial arts spectators heard this, they laughed.

Su Qin didn't care, and continued: "Because of my weak body, I don't plan to continue to be embarrassed, and in the remaining few battles, I plan to nominate my Su family's uncle to play!"

Su Qin waved his hand and pointed at Xia Yang, the melon-eating crowd.