Updated: 2013-02-11

Tang Ning was not only not ashamed, but even had some expectations, yes, it was the expectation of the so-called monkey show in Jiang Tao's mind, eyes, and mouth. His eyebrows, eyes, the curvature of the corners of his mouth, and the muscles of his face, etc., all these combined factors together showed that the expression and expression were very unsettled and eager to try.

Jiang Tao moved a few steps away, far away from him. I'm afraid that this guy's non-human feelings and low intelligence will be contagious. Tang Ning grinned happily and said, "Monkey play...... Hey, hey, it's a matter of playing tricks! However, Jiang boy, don't you think that this kind of ring fight is very interesting, very elegant, and very ...... Is it challenging? ”

"Bullshit......"

"Same fart! But ......" Zhou Yu smiled, his expression changed suddenly, and he became the same as Tang Ning. He lowered his head and clenched his fist and coughed lightly in his mouth, and deliberately leaned closer to him. He looked at Jiang Tao with Tang Ning and said, "We don't dare to fart Tang Da Neng, so we can only fart you Jiang boy!" ”

"Hmph, retarded!"

Typical two children from abnormal families, Jiang Tao was too lazy to quarrel with them anymore, so he simply jumped out of his seat, strode forward, swept to the edge of the contestant area in a few steps, looked at the ring, and looked forward to the start of the next game. There is a natural arrogance and disdain in his unruly eyes. It's not that kind of high-mindedness, but pure disdain and contempt. From the bones, I despise this kind of somewhat false competition, hiding it without showing its full strength, and seeing no blood.

Although he is young, he has seen and experienced the real place of life and death, but now he is really lacking in interest. There had been thoughts of abstention, but the thought only flashed through my mind. He had a vague feeling that as the game continued, there might be other variables. The blood that can make him feel bored and cool boils again.

At this time, with the sound of the gong at the end of the finale, a loud voice suddenly sounded.

"In the thirty-seventh game of the preliminary round, Qin Yu/Feng from Yantai, Shandong...... Win! ”

Roar! The surrounding audience roared and roared like a tsunami.

From one o'clock in the afternoon to now, the game has been carried out for more than seven hours without interruption, and the consumption of both players and spectators is very large. The players are physically good, they are stronger in all aspects, and they can support it for a few more hours, but the audience can't. But despite this, the vast majority of them still want to hold on to the end of the last game, and I really don't know where the interest comes from. Persisting until now, it's not about watching the game at all, but about staying up.

Mi Shui's throat can still make such a big movement after seeing the eighteen or nineteen-year-old young player win just now, I really have to admire them, admire them to death!

Qin Yu/Feng on the stage is of medium stature and thin, but he has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he is dressed in black "Li Ning". There was some outstanding temperament, and he persevered for the full forty minutes of the game, and his face was flushed with tiredness, his face was sweaty, and he was out of breath, but the result was good for him. The last blow, relying on the advantage of the body, only won the victory by one move. Greet the audience politely, turn over and jump out of the ring.

When he passed by Jiang Tao's side, he couldn't help but look at him again and again.

At the moment of misalignment, Jiang Tao suddenly said, "Congratulations! ”

“…… Thank you! Qin Yu/Feng was stunned, his steps slowed down, and he responded politely: "If you are Jiang Tao, then I wish you the victory in the end." ”

Looking at his back as he walked away, Jiang Tao's eyes seemed to be burning, and his lips moved slightly. "That's inevitable!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, now there is a five-minute break, and in five minutes, the last game of the day will be played. Please be prepared. Mr. Min, so far, the preliminary round has been held for 37 games, based on your old experience, what are the advantages and disadvantages of these contestants? ”

The gray hair was neatly combed, dressed in a gray Tang suit, and he sat in front of the commentary table for more than seven hours in a row, and he didn't stop helping Lu Xiping explain for more than seven hours, but Mr. Min, who was still leisurely, picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and pulled the microphone. Speaking in an authentic Henan dialect, he said: "Overall, the age of these contestants participating in the competition is low, and the oldest is less than 30 years old, but all kung fu is not weak. Seeing these energetic young people, to be honest, the old man is very relieved, and I feel that I am not alone! Chinese martial arts have been inherited for thousands of years and have experienced countless ups and downs. Countless classics have been burned, Taoism has been lost, this has to be said to be the regret of the human world, the regret of our Chinese, the loss of martial arts civilization, especially in recent years, with the increasing improvement of people's material life, once world-renowned Chinese kung fu, there are very few practitioners who truly master the essence of boxing, but today, I see hope, from these young people, I see the inheritance of Chinese martial arts. The era of the awakening of martial spirits is not far away. ”

"Friends from the audience, friends from the audience in front of the TV. Ladies and gentlemen, Did you hear what Min Lao said? ”

The voices in the stadium were thunderous, and the huge deafening sound could only be faintly heard: "Listen...... Arrive...... ......"

Lu Xiping held the microphone in both hands and shouted excitedly: "The era of the awakening of the martial soul has come, so friends, what is it that you sue me, strengthen your body and strive for self-improvement?" ”

"Medium...... Chinese...... Military...... Soul! Middle...... Chinese...... Military...... Soul ......"

"What is the spirit of the Chinese martial spirit?"

"People...... No...... Violate...... I...... I...... No...... Violate...... Person! ”

"Yes! Strengthen the body, self-improvement, people don't offend me, I don't offend people! The spirit of the Chinese martial soul is not only the backbone of martial arts practitioners, but also the backbone of Chinese sons and daughters! Friends, in person and in front of the TV. I believe that Chinese martial arts, which have been inherited for thousands of years, will never decline. It's about to take on a new glow in the world. So friends, you come to tell me, what does Chinese martial arts symbolize? ”

"Heavenly ...... Under...... Not...... Enemy...... Sky...... Under...... Not...... Enemy...... Sky...... Under...... Not...... Enemy ......"

The audience and many of the contestants blushed as if they had been beaten with blood. Excited, forgetful, hysterical shouting! The sound of the mountains and tsunami coming together almost lifted the roof.

Few Japanese people in the VIP seats on the second floor could understand Chinese, but they could feel the sudden upsurge. You can feel the excitement, arrogance, excitement, and madness that the Chinese have in their bones. His face was abnormal, and he couldn't help but lean closer together, trying to find support from his companions.

The calm and atmospheric Noyama Asaji shook his head slightly, and sighed to Kuroki Shunichi and Yoshiki Kasa on the left and right: "The Chinese have been practicing this since ancient times. If the Eighth Route Army of the Chinese Revolutionary Army had not come up with a set of unparalleled propaganda skills, how could it have deceived so many Chinese people into joining them. So that their power will be greater and greater. In the end, he finally seized the whole world, propaganda! It's invisible, invisible, but it's a terrifying power! ”

After a while, he suddenly saw Kuroki Junichi frowning, his eyes were thoughtful, he smiled slightly, and asked slowly, "Kuroki-kun, what are you thinking?" Also frightened by this irrational behavior? ”

"No, Noyama-sensei." Kuroki Shunichi shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I was thinking, hundreds, thousands, countless people shouting for the same slogan. Will they form a momentum? An invisible trend? If possible, can you also use this momentum when competing in martial arts? Turn the external momentum into your own power...... Oh, I'm sorry, Noyama-sensei, this is just my conjecture, please forgive me for my false words. Gaffe! ”

Noyama's eyes lit up, and even with a little shock and surprise, he said with a little excitement: "No, no, Kuroki, my child!" You are not lying about it, not only are you not lying about it, but you are guessing very right, very correct! ”

"Really? Mr. Noyama, my guess is correct? Is it really possible to take advantage of this momentum? Kuroki Shunichi couldn't sit still, he stood up suddenly, his eyes burning, and he really lost his temper and looked directly at the number two person of the Foggy Hidden Beichen, the head of the sect, Noyama Asaji.

All along, the young and handsome appearance and the cold and handsome appearance have a calm and calm composure that does not match his age. It's rare to put what he thinks on his face, but now, he's really excited. With fire in his eyes.

"Sit down, Kuroki, my child."

"Yes, Mr. Noyama, I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

Wait for Kuroki Shunichi to sit down again. With relief in his eyes, Noyama Asa nodded his head in approval, and suddenly said sternly: "My child, you guessed very right, this is indeed a potential!" Not only can it be borrowed, but it can also be used to hurt the enemy. However, I have to tell you that this supreme realm is not something that you are thinking about now, otherwise, it will be harmful and useless. ”

"Why?"

"Do you know that for thousands of years, how many people have been able to achieve this kind of momentum in my Wuyin Beichen faction, taking advantage of the momentum, integrating the great trends of heaven, earth, and people into one supreme realm?"

Without waiting for Kuroki to answer, Noyama Asaji stretched out a finger and shook it in front of his eyes.

Kuroki Shunichi looked at the finger in front of him and asked uncertainly, "One, one?" ”

"Yes, there has only been one for a thousand years!"

Kuroki Shunichi's heart was suddenly shocked, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of the outstanding person in history who was famous not only in Japan, but also in the world. "Is it?"

"Not bad! It is the Chiba patriarch who created my Fog Hidden Beichen faction. That great Chiba Shusaku! ”

"It's really an ancestor...... "Kuroki Junichi's heart was cold, and his eyes immediately dimmed, there is only one Chiba patriarch who can reach that kind of realm for thousands of years, doesn't that mean that you have to cultivate to the realm of grandmasters?

……

"That uncle can really fool! Downing, can you see the name tag on his table? ”

"Dizzy, big brother, what do you want? Are you really my clairvoyant? Why do you look at his name brand? Want to get to know him? ”

"Of course, didn't you see that? The people in the field were all fooled by him as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. Oh, God! The era of the awakening of the martial spirit! Return the Chinese martial spirit! Also, the world is invincible! Damn, I'm fucking fucking boiling with his blood. ”

"That's a momentum! If we can take advantage of this momentum, we don't need to use our hands, as long as we blow lightly, these people in the field can be wiped out. ”

“…… What do you mean? ”

"It's literal, but it's useless to think about it."

"Why?"

"Hehe, unless you're a grandmaster, you're a land immortal!"