Chapter Thirty-Six: The Road to Rivalry is Narrow
After Shen Xianxun won the competition, he found an open space and stood straight, bored, looking at the competition of the remaining few people.
Next is a man and a woman, because the man can't bear to start, he is overshadowed by the woman and pushed off the ring.
Because his qualifications are not shocking, it is a pity that he withdrew from this big stage.
"Look, Rita. ”
Yan Ziqiang, who was on the side, pushed Qiu Lida's shoulder and pointed to a person.
With short hair and a brocade dress, it gives people the feeling of a rich family at first glance.
"Long Jiming!" Qiu Lida read out his name word by word, his originally kind eyes instantly sharpened, and his fists clenched.
Long Jiming also discovered Qiu Lida and Yan Ziqiang.
He walked towards the two.
"Yo, isn't this the poor boy next to my house who asks for food, what's the matter?
"Take care of your dog's mouth!" Yan Ziqiang stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and just wanted to teach Long Jiming a lesson.
Qiu Lida stretched out his arm to hold him down.
"The crumbs will bark wildly. ”
"You ......"
Shen Xianxun was attracted by a few people, okay, this is a typical narrow road, and the enemy is very red when they meet.
After glancing at it, he turned his head and scanned the crowd, as if he was looking for someone.
"The next one, Long Jiming, against Yan Ziqiang. ”
"This ........."
Long Jiming, Qiu Lida, and Yan Ziqiang were stunned when they heard the names read out by the examiner, and looked at the outer brothers in the ring in unison.
This is also too coincidental, as soon as the two of them are fighting, they have to compete.
If you lose, quit.
The trio's attention quickly returned.
"Poor ghost, wait a minute, don't let me pay for the medical bills!" Long Jiming rubbed his nose and dismissed.
"Idiot. Yan Ziqiang retorted.
After speaking, he rubbed his fist, and his knuckles suddenly clicked.
"I'll help you clean him up," Yan Ziqiang looked at Qiu Lida.
Qiu Lida patted him on the shoulder, "Well, be careful. ”
"The competition begins!" shouted the examiner.
The two stood opposite sides of the ring.
Because just now the three of them were arguing under the ring, many people saw it, and at this time there were a bunch of people around the ring.
Happy to watch the excitement, Shen Xianxun was also aroused by curiosity.
"Come on. Yan Ziqiang made a fighting posture and looked at Long Jiming with blazing eyes.
"When I was a child, I was beaten less?" Long Jiming sneered, raised his fist and jumped towards Yan Ziqiang.
The spiritual power on the fist operated, and the pale spiritual power condensed into three straight lines on Long Jiming's fist.
The pale spiritual power was like a metallic luster, and everyone looked at it from a distance, Long Jiming's fist seemed to have grown three blades, like a wolverine.
"The Dragon family's sword and fist skills. Qiu Lida read softly.
When the fist was about to hit Yan Ziqiang, Yan Ziqiang turned his head and squatted down to dodge, and then slammed his elbow into Long Jiming's chest.
Poof, Long Jiming's face flushed after being hit, and his face showed pain.
"Phew!" Long Jiming rubbed his chest and struck again with a fist.
Yan Ziqiang turned his head again and squatted to dodge, but before he could repeat his old tricks.
Long Jiming suddenly changed hands, and with an uppercut in his left hand, he hit Yan Ziqiang hard at the bridge of his nose.
Feint, the right fist is to make Yan Ziqiang think that he will only use this move, so he turns his head and squats again.
In fact, Long Jiming wanted to use his left fist this time.
Yan Ziqiang took six steps back, and stomped his right heel to keep himself on his feet.
Fortunately, Long Jiming suddenly changed his fist, and he didn't have time to mobilize his spiritual power to use the "knife boxing technique." ”
Otherwise, he would have been seriously injured just now.
Yan Ziqiang adjusted his posture, pinched his fingers, covered his right arm with spiritual power, and a strong wind shook towards Long Jiming.
Long Jiming crossed his hands in front of him.
Call......
Blown back a step.
Yan Ziqiang set off at the same time and attacked Long Jiming.
As soon as Long Jiming put down his hands, his reaction was a beat slower, and he was punched by Yan Ziqiang on the bridge of his nose.
Poof.
Nosebleeds spurted out instantly.
The upper body leans back by inertia, and the nosebleed draws an arc in the air.
Long Jiming staggered back.
Yan Ziqiang rushed forward.
Long Jiming reacted and blocked Yan Ziqiang's attack.
The two of you come and go, see the moves, and fight together.
For a while, Yan Ziqiang's attacks were all taken by Long Jiming.
Long Jiming wanted to attack Yan Ziqiang with a knife fist technique.
Yan Ziqiang's fist was impenetrable, so he couldn't mobilize his spiritual power, so he could only passively defend and dodge.
Fortunately, there was no further loss.
"I'm going to lose. Shen Xianxun's gaze shifted elsewhere.
This kind of hand-to-hand combat-based fighting, he is really not interested.
Long Jiming's lower plate was unstable, panicked left and right, and his breath was disordered.
And Yan Ziqiang is as stable as a rock, his fists are impenetrable, and his breath is stable.
Judgment from above.
The two of them fought for fifty breaths! Yan Ziqiang's punch missed, his body was confiscated, and he stumbled and almost fell.
"You're done!" Long Jiming was ecstatic in his heart, Yan Ziqiang's flaw, he was enough to turn his spiritual power.
Almost close to the body, the power of the Long family's sword fist technique is almost deadly.
"Sword fist technique!" Long Jiming shouted in a low voice.
His hands spewed out pale metallic spiritual power, instantly solidifying into a finger tiger.
"Die. ”
Long Jiming used the Long family's original hand-to-hand killing trick to frantically slash across Yan Ziqiang's body.
After a while, the clothes on Yan Ziqiang's body were torn apart, and strips of rags flew everywhere.
"Ah Qiang!" Qiu Lida saw it clearly under the ring, and couldn't help but worry.
stabbed and stabbed, seeing that the clothes on Yan Ziqiang's body were about to be scratched.
But not a single drop of blood spurted out.
"What's going on!" Long Jiming was stunned, at this distance, he used the sharp blade of the knife fist technique to definitely cut his rotten flesh, and his blood was splashed three feet.
I beat him for a long time, except for the tearing of his clothes, not a drop of blood flowed?
Suddenly, Yan Ziqiang firmly grasped Long Jiming's arms and clamped them tightly.
"No...... Impossible!" Long Jiming's face was full of incredulity.
Yan Ziqiang didn't speak, and his feet sank hard.
Grabbing Long Jiming to spin and jump, Yan Ziqiang suddenly exerted force, and Long Jiming was thrown into the ring.
Boom. A heavy thud.
"Ah...... You...... Why are you ......?" Long Jiming endured the pain in his body, and slowly got up with his body bent.
Yan Ziqiang stood in front of him, full of muscles, and there was a spiritual power on the surface of his body.
"Horizontal practice of Gang Qi, and break your surname Long's exercises. ”
"You...... It's just... Humble ......" Before he finished speaking, Long Jiming spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.
"Long Jiming is in a coma, and Yan Zi is strong. ”
After speaking, the examiner took out a set of tops from the waist card and threw it to Yan Ziqiang.
"Put it on. ”
"Thank you. Yan Ziqiang was not an exhibitionist, he took his clothes and saluted with his fists.
"Hmm. The examiner nodded slightly, and with a wave of his right hand, Long Jiming was wrapped in a stream of air and blew up, and gently floated down the ring.
Long Jiming's methods, he can't stand it, the game up to the point is the same as the life-and-death duel made by him, and he won't be crippled by him if he changes to an ordinary one?
"Ignorant child. ”
The examiner snorted coldly.