That night, when Wang Yue and the others returned to the hotel, Zhao Xi'er, Young Master Qian, and Yuwen Shenju seized the time to practice martial arts. Wang Yue and the drunkard did not rest, sitting in the room and meditating on the true qi in their bodies, striving to recover from their injuries as soon as possible and participate in the competition.

The next morning, when everyone was having breakfast together, Young Master Qian and Zhao Xi'er's eyes were red, and they didn't sleep all night when they saw it.

They didn't just go through the night without sleep. The two of them were crazy about cultivating their internal skills all night, and they were about to go crazy.

"How did you do this?" Looking at the red eyes of Young Master Qian and Zhao Xi'er, Wang Yue frowned and asked.

"Hey, I don't have confidence in my heart. Young Master Qian and Zhao Xi'er said in unison.

"Young Master Qian's strength is the last in our Wang Yue team, the captain of the Shaolin team, Shi Kong, has already said that he will personally compete with Young Master Qian, his strength is not as good as Shi Kong, and he has no confidence in his heart. What's the matter, you Zhao Xi'er, the little demon king, have no confidence in your heart?" the drunkard was surprised.

"The Shaolin team's liberation is a master of martial arts outside the door, and the martial arts that he is good at are not bad for King Kong, and my horizontal practice iron cloth shirt is not as good as his King Kong is not bad for magic skills, and they will definitely deal with me with relief. I can't beat him........." Zhao Xi'er pursed her mouth, looking very aggrieved, and almost cried in front of Wang Yue and the drunkards.

"............" Lee Myung-hee was embarrassed.

"So you practiced martial arts all night and almost practiced yourself to the point of madness?" Wang Yue smiled angrily.

"Yes. Zhao Xi'er nodded slightly.

"Silly girl. What if you lose? I won't blame Young Master Qian if he loses, and I won't blame you if you lose. Could it be that in your eyes, the friendship we have grown up together for more than ten years is not as good as this small national martial arts championship trophy?" Wang Yue smiled, looked at Zhao Xi'er's eyes with love, and pinched her delicate little nose with her hand and shook it gently.

"But, becoming a national wushu champion is the biggest dream of your life, and I don't want to ruin your dream. Zhao Xier said.

"My biggest dream in life has changed. Wang Yue said.

"Has it changed?" asked Zhao Xi'er.

"Yes. Wang Yue got up, took out a cigarette from his body and lit it, and quietly looked out the window, "A year ago, I, Wang Yue, had three major dreams, the first dream was to be the national martial arts champion, the second dream was to avenge the defeat of Chen Xuan, the son of the Chen family, and the third dream was to make money like a regular martial artist and make a movie to become famous." Now. I have fulfilled two of my three major dreams in life, and I am still short of the last dream to be realized. However, becoming a national wushu champion is no longer my biggest dream in life. ”

"Now I also have three major dreams, and the biggest dream in my life is to marry Lee Myung-hee, so that I can love her forever and be with her until I grow old. The second big dream is that you can be safe forever, and I want everyone around me to be happy forever. The third big dream is to destroy the sky, the four major families of martial arts and all the scum forces. I want no more despicable villains in this river and lake, and no more disgusting flies and mosquitoes in front of me. ”

Wang Yue turned around with a smile, her eyes shining.

"Wang Yue......" Something flashed in Li Mingxi's cold eyes, and he gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Brother Yue!" Hou Shaofei was moved in his heart, and the drunkard, Young Master Qian, Yuwen Shenju and Brother Zhu all had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

"People are always so dissatisfied, when a dream is completed, a new dream will appear in my heart, please forgive me for my greed. Wang Yue smiled.

"The biggest dream in your life will never be completed!" Zhao Xi'er couldn't help but break the chopsticks in her hand, glared at Wang Yue hatefully, stood up and left.

"Master, Xi'er is angry. I saw Zhao Xi'er stand up and leave. Yuwen Shenju thought about it and said.

"She's always like that, I'm used to it. Wang Yue smiled.

The drunkard and Young Master Qian pursed their lips and looked at each other without saying anything, and Li Mingxi's cold eyes were full of emotion.

Soon, Wang Yue and they appeared in the national martial arts competition. Sitting in the rest area of the players, Zhao Xi'er thought for a while and said to Wang Yue, "Senior brother, I order you to repent of your marriage with Li Mingxi, otherwise I will deliberately lose this game." ”

"Whatever. Wang Yue said.

"Nasty!" Seeing that Wang Yue was indifferent, Zhao Xi'er couldn't help biting her lip and slapped him gently.

"Wang Yue's team, Shaolin team, please send your first team member to participate in the competition. Ma Xiaoling said while standing in the ring.

"Wang Yue, who will we send to play in the first game, will we send me?" Young Master Qian immediately became nervous and whispered to Wang Yue.

"God, you can go to the first game, and get a point for our Wang Yue team first. Cheer for a good lottery and boost everyone's morale. Wang Yue looked at Yuwen Shenju and said.

"Good. Yuwen Shenju nodded slightly.

The Shura True Qi of Yuwen Shenju is the most mysterious martial art in Huaxia, and once it is used, the strength of the cultivator will skyrocket several times in a short period of time. Able to leapfrog and kill warriors with higher strength than themselves. So far, except for delaying time in the battle with Yuwen Shenju, no one in the entire arena has thought of a way to crack it. In this national martial arts competition, Yuwen Shenju is almost invincible.

"Our first team member is Yuwen Shenju. Wang Yue said to Ma Xiaoling.

Yuwen Shenju walked directly into the ring.

"Shaolin team. Please send your first team member to compete. Ma Xiaoling looked serious, looked at the Shaolin team and said.

"Our first player is Release. Shikong sat in the rest area of the game and said with a smile, "But, we admit defeat, we let Wang Yue's team win this first game, and we won't play." ”

"You admit defeat?" Ma Xiaoling was surprised.

"Yes, we threw in the towel. Shikong said with a smile.

"What? The Shaolin team actually conceded defeat in the first game!?" The audience was in an uproar.

Up to now, there are 64 strong teams in the National Wushu Competition, a total of 320 people, and everyone has played hundreds of games against each other for nearly 20 days, and there is no record of any team directly admitting defeat without making a move. Because this competition is too important, this competition is related to the throne of the supreme martial arts. Even if it is a weak team, their team members only have the realm of grandmaster-level middle masters, their opponents are god-level powerhouses, and their opponents are god-level middle masters. They also have to fight as hard as they can. They never dreamed that the Shaolin team, one of the top eight, would admit defeat in the first match against Wang Yue's team.

"Grass, what are you doing? The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, the Shaolin faction is the head of the nine major sects in the rivers and lakes, and the head of the Shaolin faction, the Master of Compassion, is the second person in the ranking of the twelve main gods of the Golden Lord, the members of this Shaolin team are all masters, and they directly admit defeat in the first competition with Wang Yue's team without even trying?" Chen Xuan said with an angry face.

"It's too child's play!" Qian Baobao was still waiting to see Wang Yue's team being beaten. Seeing that the Shaolin team was admitting defeat, she also looked a little dissatisfied.

"What are you doing? How can you admit defeat in such an important game!?"

"Amitabha. He folded his hands and closed his eyes.

These ordinary people do not understand my wisdom.

The true qi of the Shura raised by Yuwen Shenju is the supreme heart method of martial arts, and once it is displayed, no one can stop it. It's up to me to take action personally. I'm afraid I don't dare to guarantee that I can block Yuwen Shenju's attack for three minutes. Even if you win, you will win badly, and you will not be able to participate in the competition for at least three rounds.

Wang Yue's team suffered a lot of losses in the battle with Cangtian, Wang Yue and the drunkard were both injured, and they could not participate in the game for at least one round. In this game, the only people Wang Yue's team can show are Zhao Xi'er, Young Master Qian and Yuwen Shenju, Zhao Xi'er and Young Master Qian's strength is not as good as ours, these two people We win a game, why waste time, let a team member and Yuwen Shenju fight to be seriously injured and then defeated?

In the competition with Wang Yue's team, our Shaolin team won steadily. It's better to save your strength and compete with other strong teams for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

"Shikong let his team give up the first game, and it seems that he is completely sure that their Shaolin team can beat Wang Yue's team to reach the quarterfinals. Nalan Yi smiled evilly.

"The choice of the release is correct, the Shaolin team and the Wang Yue team are equal in strength, and the overall strength is even better than the Wang Yue team, at the moment Wang Yue and the two main generals of the drunkard can not participate in the game, the remaining young master Qian is the last strength of the Wang Yue team, Zhao Xier is not the first in the strength of the Wang Yue team, the Shaolin team only needs to send two masters who exceed their strength to defeat them, there is no need to waste time and waste a team member to compete with Yuwen God for this first game. is fighting, they are not Yuwen Shenju's opponents, it is better to give up the first game and play the second game. Murong Yanran and Liu Xiaofan both analyzed.

"In the first game, Wang Yue's team Yuwen Shenju won!" Ma Xiaoling frowned and announced that Yuwen Shenju had won. On the big screen in the arena. Wang Yue's team took the lead by one point, and the match between Wang Yue's team and Shaolin team was 2-1. Soon, Ma Xiaoling said, "Wang Yue's team, Shaolin team, please send your second team member to compete." ”

"Senior brother, I'm going. The Shaolin team's relieved figure flashed in the ring, and then, he looked at Zhao Xi'er on the opposite side of the ring, clasped his hands together, "Amitabha!"

"I and the Shaolin team are both masters of martial arts in the outer sect, I knew that he would definitely challenge me!" Zhao Xi'er's clear eyes flashed a trace of complexity, and after thinking about it, he bit his lip and stomped his little feet, and quickly appeared in the ring.

"The Shaolin team is relieved, Wang Yue's team Zhao Xi'er, the game is on!"

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