Who will be sent for the first game?

The opponent of Wang Yue's team is no better than the opponents encountered by other strong teams, and they can be defeated with only one move. Their opponent is the Wudang team, one of the top eight teams, with Shaolin in the north and Wudang in the south. This is a strong opponent, looking at the Wudang team opposite, Wang Yue, as the captain, couldn't help frowning, not knowing who to send in the first game.

A good start is the beginning of success. Won. Wang Yue's team must be highly motivated, and they will be the first to get a point, and they will have confidence in their hearts. If they lose, the morale of Wang Yue's team will be low, and the following games will be difficult to play.

"Who should we send in the first game?"

It's not just Wang Yue who is in trouble, thinking that the opponent is Wang Yue's team, the most famous force in the rivers and lakes in the past year and the fastest rising force in the rivers and lakes, as the captain, Li Xuanfeng is also a little embarrassed.

For this national martial arts competition. He waited four whole years. How many four years does a guy have in his life? He doesn't want to lose this game.

You can't afford to lose this game.

However, the strength of Wang Yue's team is very strong. One god-level intermediate master, and four god-level inferior masters. They have defeated Beichen, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Darkness, defeated the four major families of martial arts, defeated the top ten killers of the rivers and lakes, and defeated the two major forces of the Giant Axe and the Seven Star Gang. These people are like outlaws and bandits, everyone has experienced the battle of life and death, and they have rich experience in actual combat.

They are not easy to fight.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated. Thinking that he might meet Wang Yue's team in the national martial arts competition, Li Xuanfeng and his Wudang teammates have watched the live broadcast of the game between Wang Yue's team and the four major family teams. I have seen their strength, and I heard that they even directly destroyed the Chen family later. When Li Xuanfeng's brows were deep and it was difficult to choose, his teammates were also at a loss.

Wang Yue's team thinks that they are fierce rivals, why don't they think so. Both teams had the quality to reach the quarter-finals, but they were unlucky. The round of sixty-four was met.

"Long-winded, like a woman. Isn't it just a game, how about winning, what if you lose? Senior Brother Li Xuanfeng, I'll play this first game!" A strong young man suddenly slammed the pitch-black iron rod in his hand on the ground.

"Senior Brother Liu Xuanwu, do you want to go up?" Li Xuanfeng frowned slightly.

"Yes, I'm going!" said the young man in a rough voice.

Liu Xuanwu, a god-level inferior master, is good at martial arts for the Wudang Xuanwu stick, and the weapon used is a long stick. His personality is impatient, and when everyone couldn't think of who would be the first to appear, he took the lead in coming out.

"Senior Brother Liu Xuanwu, your strength is very strong, ranking second among our senior brothers. If you're the first to appear, I'm sure in my heart. Just be careful. Don't be careless. Li Xuanfeng thought for a while and said.

"Hehe, Wang Yue's team is like a wolf and a tiger, in the past year, they have been in the limelight, first destroying Beichen, and then destroying the Chen family, the twelve main gods of the Golden Twelve Forces, they no longer take most of the forces in their eyes. How dare I underestimate such a team? Senior brother, don't worry, no matter who Wang Yue's team is fighting against, I will not underestimate the enemy. Liu Xuanwu was impatient, and he put the iron rod in his hand on the ground, and the person quickly appeared in the ring.

"The first master of the Wudang team was Liu Xuanwu. "Wang Yue's team has mastered the information of all the masters in the rivers and lakes, no matter which master they all recognize. Seeing Liu Xuanwu quickly appear in the ring, Wang Yue's team couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Hehe, Liu Xuanwu, a master of stick technique. It just so happens that I haven't tried my drunken stick properly, so I'll take on him. The drunkard took a sip of the gourd on his body.

"Drunkard, do you want to deal with Liu Xuanwu?" Wang Yue asked.

"Yes, they don't send people out, so we have a hard time choosing. And now that they've sent someone first, we're the better choice. He's a master of sticks, and I'm also a master of sticks, so it's up to me to deal with him. The drunkard crooked his mouth and laughed.

"Liu Xuanwu is no better than the white qilin of the four major families, he is a real god-level inferior master, and he can already challenge the god-level middle master. You be careful, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, you must keep yourself safe. Wang Yue said.

"My drunkard used to be the number one master of the northern underworld, and until now, my drunkard has never been defeated except for you. I don't want to lose again, and if I lose this battle again, I will see myself as unpleasant. The drunkard smiled, his body flashed, and he appeared directly in the ring.

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose. Be sure to stay safe. Seeing that the drunkard had already come to the stage, Wang Yue repeated it again.

"Okay!" The drunkard picked up the wine gourd and poured it violently, and finally listened to Wang Yue's words in his heart.

He knew that Wang Yue really cared about him, and in Wang Yue's eyes, his safety was more important than winning or losing. But, in his eyes, winning or losing the game is more important than safety. It's because of Wang Yue, who has stepped onto the stage from a killer-like figure in the rivers and lakes, and is qualified to participate in the highest level of this martial artist's competition. Respected by the people in the rivers and lakes, and worshiped by the people in the rivers and lakes. If there is no Wang Yue, I am afraid that he is still just a gangster. When this martial arts event was held, he didn't know which rich man's house he was hiding in to steal wine and drink. Or if he comes, he can only sit in the audience and point his fingers.

Without Wang Yue, there would be no him today. Because of Wang Yue, his life has meaning, and he has found the goal of his life. Wang Yue's biggest dream in life is to become a national martial arts champion and get the championship trophy. He is the most righteous person, and he must help Wang Yue get the trophy.

And also. Yuwen Shenju longs to see his parents, and he must help Yuwen Shenju fulfill his dream.

"Han Shin, I have a question to ask before the game. Standing on both sides of the ring with Liu Xuanwu, the drunkard looked at Han Xin in the middle of the ring and said.

Say. Han Xin's face was expressionless.

"I want to ask. There is no rule that alcohol is not allowed in this game. The drunkard said.

"Hehe, this quadrennial national martial arts competition is the highest level of martial arts competition, the competition masters are like clouds, martial arts are varied, there are ancient martial arts and many masters today create their own martial arts, what kind of martial arts are there when competing. Not to mention drinking, as long as you are not afraid of hurting your body and feel that you can win the game, you can inject doping into your body. If you think a pistol is better than the weapon in your hand, no one cares if you use a pistol. Han Xin said coldly.

"That's good. I'm afraid that this national martial arts competition is also like some small competitions, with some headache-inducing bullshit rules. The drunkard said.

There are a lot of cameras in the stadium, and the game is broadcast live on four large screens in the stadium, in the south, east, west, and north, and there is amplification equipment. Hearing the words of the drunkard, many martial artists couldn't help but look towards the four major family areas.

The faces of the four major families suddenly turned ugly.

"Let's get started. Han Xin had a strange smile on his face. Walk out of the ring with your head held high.

"Xuanwu, please. "The Wudang faction is a famous and decent family, and its character is much stronger than that of the four major families. Treating Liu Xuanwu, the drunkard was very polite, and took a sip of the wine gourd from his body. Then he took off the long stick from his back and grabbed it in his hand, and swiped Liu Xuanwu slightly.

"Alcoholics, please. This is the etiquette before the competition, and Liu Xuanwu also grabbed the long stick with both hands and shook it slightly.

"Wudang faction Liu Xuanwu, Wang Yue's team of drunkards. It's game on!"

With the sound of a bell, a gong sounded quickly in the arena.

"Drunkard, I won't be polite to you, I'll strike first!"

Liu Xuanwu had an impatient personality, and when a gong sounded, his eyes quickly changed, and he rushed towards the drunkard with a long stick in his hand in one hand.

Liu Xuanwu is good at martial arts for the Wudang Xuanwu stick method, the stick method for the Wudang mountain protection stick method, characterized by the mighty and fast, when the display has the momentum of the tiger patrolling the mountain, unstoppable.

With a long stick in his hand, he quickly rushed towards the drunkard, and when he rushed towards the drunkard, he kept stepping on huge cracks in the ring under his feet. As he got closer and closer to the drunkard, he suddenly jumped high with a roar. In an instant, a huge black tiger beast appeared in his momentum. With a swing of the long stick in his hand, a huge black stick shadow smashed towards the drunkard.

"I'm grass, I just shot so ruthlessly at the beginning!" Feeling that Liu Xuanwu's first stick had the power of a thousand catties, and the true qi played by the stick method condensed all the strength of the god-level master. The drunkard's face suddenly changed, and he rolled on the spot and fled to the side.

There was a loud bang. The entire ring was splashed with ashes, and a huge deep stick mark suddenly appeared on the ground of the ring. When the drunkard rolled, he only felt the debris splashing, and his body hurt. When I got up, I saw Liu Xuanwu smashing it with a stick again.

"I'm grass!" Liu Xuanwu only started to fight with human lives. Immediately scared the drunkard enough. He quickly rolled again, feeling the ring tremble violently under him.

"Dodge!?" A thick black aura emanated from his body, and seeing the drunkard dodging, Liu Xuanwu quickly smashed at him with a stick. There was a loud bang, and soon a deep stick mark appeared in the ring.

A stick. Two sticks, three sticks, when the drunkard dodged again, Liu Xuanwu kept smashing quickly. This Liu Xuanwu is a god-level master, and his physical strength and strength are not comparable to ordinary people. As the drunkard kept rolling, deep stick marks appeared on the ground. When he dodged the seventh stick, he felt a huge stick roar, and he knew he couldn't dodge it anymore.

immediately raised the long stick in his hand and stubbornly picked up Liu Xuanwu's stick.

With a bang, the entire ring was splashed with ashes again, and as soon as the drunkard's feet loosened, he was directly smashed into the ring by Liu Xuanwu.

Seeing this scene, the entire arena was silent.

If it were them, I was afraid that Liu Xuanwu would smash them into the ring with the first stick, and they would never be able to get out again.

Even if the drunkard had been smashed into the ring, Liu Xuanwu still didn't let him go. Jumping high again, he fell down fiercely with one move.