"Find me to participate in the all-domain college student martial arts competition, pull it down!" Yan Junhong hadn't even thought about it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a team competition, all colleges and universities will organize school teams to participate, and the main force among the first-class teams is the basic level! Those top teams, ordinary basic level martial artists can only be substitutes, but imagine that the main force cliff is the best among the basic level martial artists, and the reputation is not shallow.

To be honest, it's because Yan Junhong doesn't have a sense of belonging to Cen Cheng College, so he hasn't thought about anything to win glory for the school!

It's my!

Similar team martial arts competitions are all in the form of four players in the order of each side, and the winner continues to accept the challenge until all four players on one side are defeated, and the game is not over!

Since the list and order of the three players are determined by the coach before the start of the game, it is quite important to judge the opponent's players and what order to use, so as to consider tactics such as redemption, restraint, and attrition.

And martial arts competitions, not to mention professional martial artists with weapons licenses, just amateur competitions, there are fists and feet without eyes, no matter how good and strong the referee and supervision are, they can't put an end to all injuries, and the existence of substitutes is very necessary.

There must be at least seven people on such a school team!

Yan Junhong remembered that their Cen Cheng Academy only had two basic-level martial artists this year, that is, today's Yue Yuan and Meng Qihan.

And Luo Qingwu and Ye Ayaqi are new basic-level martial artists this year, and they were even admitted to B-level students in one fell swoop!

Therefore, this year's school team must have four basic-level martial artists, and it is not difficult to qualify in the divisional group stage!

What about the later divisional finals?

Will you be able to qualify for next year's regional competition?

Who knows!

Yan Junhong had not studied the enemy team's camp and intelligence.

Anyway, it's still: it's my business!

And now Yan Junhong is on a video call with his beautiful teacher.

Yun Qingshang had just come out of the shower, her white pajamas lined her creamy skin, her hair was wet and fluffy, and a few strands were attached to her cheeks, revealing an amazing beauty. The gestures are very charming.

"Teacher, are you saying that Senior Sister Meng Qihan was entrusted by you to come and see me?" Yan Junhong was slightly dumbfounded.

I've forgotten about it, and I really haven't thought about it.

"yes, what's wrong with you?" asked Yun Qingshang gently, like an elder.

"Ah, nothing, nothing. Yan Junhong was afraid that she would misunderstand. "I just met her today, and she took good care of me, thank you!"

"Silly boy, if the teacher doesn't take care of you, who will take care of you?" Yun Qingshang smiled softly. "Don't do anything bad when I'm not in the academy. ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Yan Junhong shook his head again and again. "By the way, teacher, what did Senior Sister Meng say to me?"

"She, she says you're not what she imagined. Yun Qingshang said.

"Is it more handsome for real people?!" Yan Junhong's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask.

However, what was your impression of me?

"Hehe~~" Yun Qingshang did not comment. "Okay, if there's nothing to do, the teacher will hang up first, you remember to practice hard, you can't be lazy. ”

"Ash!"

"What?"

"Nothing, goodbye!"

“……”

Yan Junhong remembered the girl who was hanging on Pujia, and when he left the room, he saw a small figure practicing swords in the courtyard.

Although he was sweating profusely, he still waved the wooden sword in his hand one after another.

Yan Junhong was slightly moved, thinking that she would give up practicing swords after shouting that she was tired in a few days.

In the past few days, when she was practicing in the yard, Pu Jia sat on the steps in front of the house and watched obediently, sometimes reading fairy tale books.

When he practiced until he was sweating profusely, the little figure went to bring water and towels to wipe Yan Junhong's sweat.

Until the day before yesterday, she asked. "Brother, can I learn too?"

"Yes, Pu Jia told me why I want to learn martial arts?" Yan Junhong looked at her in surprise.

At this age, girls should like things like Barbie dolls, and things like sword martial arts are what boys like. After all, it can be practical when fighting.

"If you get better, you will be able to help my brother in the future!" she said.

Many years later, Yan Junhong will still remember the situation of that day, the sunny afternoon, the innocent and pure face of the little girl.

There are small thoughts in the big eyes that are as pure as water, and then they slowly absorb the nutrients, take root, and take root.

Yan Junhong just sharpened a wooden sword for her, taught her a few basic swordsmanship, and taught her the internal strength and mental method of entry.

And then let it go.

Otherwise, he will be harsh on others, but even harder on himself!

In his previous life, he practiced martial arts at the age of three, and there were also four, five or six-year-old girls in the same period.

There is no word pity, no love, only never-ending training.

The small body endured inhuman torture, and the blood was more than tears every day. I often can't sleep because of pain all over my body, and I will wake up in the middle of the night in pain after sleeping, crying and crying and falling asleep again.

He really didn't want to let Pu Jia practice martial arts, and the martial arts were paved with blood and tears.

However, I didn't expect that the seeds I inadvertently sowed on the side of the road would tenaciously break through the shackles, break the barriers, and sprout!

This girl is now fencing in the wind, one move and one style, and she has the strength!

The strength of a warrior!

What did she say?

Help me!

"Why do you practice martial arts?"

"Hoe the strong and help the weak!"

"Why do you practice martial arts?"

"Help the needy!"

“……”

Many people who learned martial arts when they were young were asked by their elders like this, and the answers were different.

I used to watch the coach just ask one by one.

Yan Junhong's childhood answer is still fresh in his memory, many years later, he has experienced a lot, the mortal world, the red dust is prosperous, and now in retrospect, his original intention has not changed!

And the person in front of her, she said, she practiced martial arts to help herself?

"Brother!"

Pu Jia had already seen Yan Junhong come out, and she had finished practicing a set of several movements, so she immediately pounced.

"Hmm. Yan Junhong nodded, a little absent-minded, not knowing whether to let her continue. He looked up and smiled, pinching the other person's little face. "Are you hungry? stop playing, go wash your hands first, and take you to eat!"

"I'm not playing, when I practice swordsmanship, I can help my brother. Pu Jia pursed her lips and said.

"Hmm. Yan Junhong pinched her little nose. "I'll go out tomorrow, and I'll send you to the hotel for two days!"

Seeing that she was about to cry again, Yan Junhong hurriedly said. "My brother will come back! I really can't care about you if you don't obey! Remember, except for the staff who came to deliver food at the appointed time, I stayed in the room at the rest of the time and locked the door. In addition, bring some books to read, you should also know how to read, otherwise you will grow up stupid in the future. ”

"You're going to be stupid!" Pu Jia puffed out her cheeks, dissatisfied. "Then brother, you want to come back!

"I see. ”

"Pull Hook!"