Qi Qingxue smiled: "What a beauty, everyone is old and yellow, I can't compare to you at eight or nine o'clock in the morning." ”

Several people laughed and laughed for a while, and unexpectedly saw Mu Yunlong, Uncle Zhang, and the four apprentices also come over.

"Haha, Brother Long, we're here to cheer you on!" Mu Yunlong laughed.

Long Qing glanced at Mu Lin with some surprise, he didn't expect that he only lost the game yesterday, and he would be able to clean up his mentality today, and then look at it, it seems that his mentality is better than he imagined.

"Haha, then thank you two brothers, I'll invite you two brothers to have a drink when you find a chance!" Long Qing said with a smile.

"We're two old men welcome!" Uncle Zhang laughed.

As the time approached, more and more people entered the venue, and Zhao Yan was also called by the organizers of the event, as if she was going to have some appearance ceremony, which made Zhao Yan very helpless, but she could only cooperate.

There are a lot of temporary commentary seats set up next to the ring, and it seems that the major TV stations have put the commentary seats on the spot, which can also show the importance they attach to this final.

After a while, there were various pillars of light next to the ring that swept back and forth in the arena, making the audience scream. Then two rows of scantily clad cheerleaders appeared on the stage and began to dance to the music.

Xia Qingqing glanced at it and said with some disdain: "Qi Qi, Rao Rao, the three of us will definitely be able to compare them all, right?"

"Of course!" Qi Qi nodded.

Lin Raorao also agreed as if a chicken pecked rice.

It can be seen that the people of the Jiangcheng Sports Bureau have really spent a lot of effort in order to make the live broadcast better.

After the hot dance, a well-known host in Jiangcheng walked into the ring and said loudly: "Good evening, audience, the final of the first taekwondo conference in Jiangcheng is about to start...... Let us welcome the handsome and dashing young master Chen Feng with warm applause!"

The big screen at the scene immediately gave Chen Feng's image, and then a door on the sidelines opened, and Chen Feng slowly walked out of it with a cold face, causing the girls at the scene to scream.

After Chen Feng stepped into the ring, at the request of the host, he reluctantly played a few tricks, and it could be seen that he was not very willing, but on this occasion, there was really no need to create embarrassment.

Then, the host said loudly in an octave raised voice: "Now, let's raise our hands and cheer with me to welcome our No. 1 beauty master in Jiangcheng - Zhao Yan to appear!"

The enthusiastic cheers were an order of magnitude higher than before, and almost everyone in the stadium stood up in anticipation.

At the same time, the big screen began to play wonderful video clips of Zhao Yan's previous battles, which ignited the passion of the audience even more.

At the moment when the door opened and Zhao Yan walked out, the cheers reached their peak, and Long Qing could feel that the entire stadium was slightly resonating with the audience's calls!

Zhao Yan walked along the long red carpet to the ring, and along the way, the audience along the road was enthusiastic and poured up, but fortunately, there were a lot of security personnel on both sides of the protection, so they were not scattered by the waves.

"Come on Yanyan, come on Yanyan!" Xia Qingqing, Qi Qi, and Lin Raorao also picked up the colored balls prepared in advance and shouted loudly.

After Zhao Yan stepped into the ring, the crazy cheers weakened a little.

On the mobile phone, the commentator is frantically reporting: "Good evening friends and audience, we are about to usher in the final of the first Jiangcheng Taekwondo Conference, and now standing on the field are the two sides of the final, the genius teenager Chen Feng and the beautiful player Zhao Yan ......"

After the referee gave the two men a brief introduction to the rules, the two stood opposite each other.

Chen Feng said coldly: "I hope you will go all out today and don't let me down!"

Zhao Yan smiled slightly and said, "Okay, you won't be disappointed!" Zhao Yan's voice fell, and she restrained her smile, and then an amazing momentum rose rapidly on her.

Zhao Yan looked at the front with cold eyes, and the momentum continued to rise, although it had not yet been launched, but the momentum was already ready to move, and it seemed that Zhao Yan could be brought to kill in an instant at any time, breaking all the obstacles in front of him.

"How is it possible!" Chen Feng looked at Zhao Yan in surprise, the momentum exuded from Zhao Yan made him feel that he was completely out of the eyes of the other party, as long as Zhao Yan launched an attack, he would definitely be defeated!

"That's the momentum!" In the audience, Mu Lin looked at Zhao Yan and grabbed the armrest of the chair tightly, in the semi-finals, Zhao Yan used this momentum to shock herself in one fell swoop, so as to suppress her counterattack and defeat herself.

"It's just, why did she release her killer weapon so early today, didn't she take Chen Feng in her eyes anymore?"

"Yanyan has achieved the momentum, this battle will be won!" Long Qing looked at Zhao Yan with relief and smiled.

"What does it mean that the general trend has been achieved?" Xia Qingqing asked. Xia Qingqing is not as sensitive as a person who practices martial arts, but he feels that Zhao Yan is a little different at this time, but he doesn't know where the difference is.

Long Qing explained: "Yanyan had already become a momentum before defeating Mullin, but her momentum was just a fake momentum, defeating Mullin made her self-confidence increase dramatically, and the fake momentum became a real momentum, and her current momentum is enough to have a considerable impact on opponents of the same level." Therefore, Chen Feng will definitely lose this battle, and it is very likely that he will not even be able to hold out to the first round!"

"Ah, has Yanyan become so strong?" Xia Qingqing said in surprise, in her opinion, Zhao Yan and Chen Feng are almost the same level of existence, and the two are likely to fight fiercely for three rounds, but in Long Qing's eyes, Chen Feng can't hold on for a round.

Long Qing said: "After she became a potential, her kung fu is in a period of rapid growth, which can be described as a thousand miles a day, so never measure her with yesterday's eyes!"

"It's really potential!" Uncle Zhang looked at Zhao Yan on the stage, and said in disbelief.

What he had pursued in his life was now presented to a young girl in her twenties, which made him unbelievable and deeply affected at the same time.

"Brother Long is a genius, not only is his own kung fu so good, but the skills of the disciple are also so superb, compared to him, we people are really like rotten wood!" Mu Yunlong sighed.

On the stage, Zhao Yan's momentum is still rising sharply, seemingly endless, and Chen Feng has already widened his eyes and his forehead is slightly sweating, he is encouraging his spirit to resist Zhao Yan's oppression!

The bell at the beginning of the first round was finally remembered, and at this time, Zhao Yan's momentum also happened to accumulate to the peak. At the moment when the bell rang, Zhao Yan stepped out and came to Chen Feng!