However, at noon, a person appeared, he was a disciple of the Xixu Sect named Wang Qifan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Xixu faction was the last of the four major gangs to emerge, and it had a powerful disagreement with the central government.

I saw a short young man with a little sloping foot appear, and his appearance surprised everyone very much; Everyone's evaluation of him is that the first is a thief's eyebrows, the second is incredible, and the third is looking for death.

Even Zhang Qiyue couldn't bear to look at him anymore. It was a look of utter contempt.

The toad wants to eat swan meat!

There is a way in heaven for you not to go, and there is no door for hell for you to enter!

However, Wang Qifan is not disabled, he is very confident, he has enough patience, extraordinary bearing, earth-shattering perseverance, brazen wall-like cheekiness, of course, he also has the will to stalk, the pride of a punch to break the sky, and the spirit of swearing to die.

He stood there casually, and seemed to have an extraordinary temperament as well.

He also stared bravely at the extremely contemptuous gaze of the tall Zhang Qiyue.

For Wang Qifan's contempt, Zhang Qiyue was angered by his provocative gaze, and suddenly issued a punch, the speed of the punch was too fast, almost only the fist shadow, and it also contained more than a dozen changes, but Wang Qifan's eyes were keen, and he was free to advance and retreat in these dozen fist shadows, but for the audience, he just dodged to the side, in fact, he had already done more than a dozen different dodges accordingly, he didn't want to make a move, maybe he just wanted to explore Zhang Qiyue's reality; In this way, in the eyes of thousands of people, Wang Qifan gently dodged, and Zhang Qiyue pounced.

This blow was so perfect that the people in the audience didn't notice the twists and turns at all, mistakenly thinking that this tall and burly man was deliberately playing tricks on this obscene disabled person, and suddenly the audience burst into laughter, and at the same time there were shouts one after another, "Beat him!" Hit him! Beat him up! ”

Worshipping the strong and despising the weak has been a characteristic of human beings since ancient times. In the competition between the weak and the strong, the weak will never be sympathized, but will be considered by the laity to be looking for death.

Zhang Qiyue was stimulated by these unexplained sarcastic shouts, and her heart was dripping blood! He misinterpreted the audience's kindness, he was already harboring a belly of anger in the first move, and then the audience wanted the other party to beat him, what a shameful thing for a strong man. This wronged the enthusiastic audience who genuinely supported him.

He shook his arms, sorted out his emotions, shielded himself from the outside world's intrusion on him, calmly thought about his gains and losses, and looked for the fighter plane with ease. He was keenly aware that the other party's defenses were very tight, and there was no mistake in every direction and at every time. Even an embroidery needle is difficult to insert. The defeat of one move not only wiped out Zhang Qiyue's advantage, but also more seriously was that his enthusiasm for taking the initiative to attack was hit, and he almost lost confidence now, and he no longer dared to make rash moves; At this time, the two sides are so hateful and jealous, waiting, gathering strength just to find each other's mistakes and deliver a fatal blow.

Such a sluggish competition makes the audience very dissatisfied, they don't care whether you are dangerous or not, the audience only wants one climax after another, and they greedily want to see blood, see stumps and broken arms, and even death. What they need is a thrill, wave after wave of bloody thrills.

Some people are chanting, some are complaining, some are scolding, some are inciting, but they are as motionless as Zen masters chanting sutras.

There is no free lunch, the stage is fighting for strength, fighting for life, they still have a head, the winner has a wife; And the people in the audience fight for time and money, and the finals are based on the viewing time.

Over time, the audience got tired and stopped talking; At this time, there was silence on and off the stage, and even the drop of water would arouse the alarm of both sides, and the sun's rays relentlessly shone on their brown skin; Due to the high degree of tension and the constant beating next to each other to find fighters, the beads of sweat converged into a curtain of slowly splashing waterfalls under the dazzling sunlight, splashing over their whole bodies, like pearls shining to cover their bodies, and when their bodies trembled, it was like ten thousand pearls falling from them.

With a dry mouth, it's time to hydrate some.

The time of a few minutes of hydration passed quickly, and the minds of both sides were much clearer after being watered with cold water; The deadlock in front of us must be broken by someone, otherwise it will be difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

"Someone has to break this deadlock, otherwise it's a waste of time to keep doing this." Wang Qifan thought about it and had an idea.

"Lead the snake out of the hole."

Wang Qifan and Zhang Qiyue are hand-to-hand combat.

Wang Qifan has never punched, and Zhang Qiyue just lost too badly in the first move and fought extremely conservatively. Zhang Qiyue saw that Wang Qifan took the initiative to attack, this has always been what Zhang Qiyue wanted, and he had to see whether he was gold, silver or a puddle of rags. It's just that although Wang Qifan's punch is extremely ingenious, it feels soft and not very strong.

"Could it be that he lacks strength and more skill?" When he was fighting, he felt that Wang Qifan's moves were full of flaws, and there was a huge break, which was his stump leg. Obviously, Zhang Qiyue seized this flaw and launched an attack on his lameness, but he stepped on it and it was indeed soft, as if his bones were broken, and in a few rounds, Wang Qifan's lame leg was bloodstained and he couldn't bear to look at it.

"I'll step on it! I'm stepping on it! ......" At this time, Zhang Qiyue was extremely excited, singing these two words all the way.

Although the people in the audience said that they were bloodthirsty, they still expressed great sympathy for Wang Qifan, who was obviously at a disadvantage, and everyone persuaded Qifan: "You should still descend!" Your leg is so pitiful that I want to cry. "There was an audience member who expressed his true feelings.

"I'm okay, it's just a waste leg anyway, it's okay if you don't."

At this time, the audience was moved by his words, and everyone shouted in unison: "We protest, Zhang Qiyue can't do this." "Zhang Qiyue, it's too inhuman." ……

"Martial arts competition is violence against violence, what is human nature, these people." Zhang Qiyue thought so, but he didn't dare to say it openly, so he let them protest and go his own way.

The protest was ineffective, the enthusiasm of the audience dropped, and then they longed for something more violent, and even they themselves were ashamed of the protest, which was a competition ground, not a training ground.

Wang Qifan's every move is full of flaws, weak in attack, and weak in defense.

Zhang Qiyue's every move was the simplest, but he poured the most fierce offensive, and Wang Qifan's whole body was scarred.

"Shoot him, shoot him." These viewers were carried away by enthusiasm, and even provoked Zhang Qiyue to perform a killing move, which originally violated the original intention of the competition.

There is a martial artist to interfere in the dart game.

"The purpose of the competition is to get to the point. Point to point. Point to point. ……”

The referee stepped forward to pause: "Wang Qifan, are you convinced?" ”

"I don't accept it unless I'm dead."

"The purpose of our jousting is to get to the point, and you have violated our rules of jousting by doing so."

"We're going to force a stop, and we're going to sentence you to lose this game?" The referee gave an ultimatum.

"Then let's make three moves!" "Agreed." The referee naturally gave him this request, just because he could still carry three moves.

At this time, the dart master who had been preaching until the point was bombarded by the audience, and it seems that these audiences like this.

In the first move, Zhang Qiyue finished blowing up Wang Qifan, and it seems that the sail surnamed Wang is about to die.

The second move is simpler, Zhang Qiyue defeated Wang Qifan, it seems that this broken sail surnamed Wang will not last long.

Zhang Xiuqin slowly woke up under Zipei's care. She opened her eyes, and she saw a figure vaguely, just too vaguely to see clearly.

"Zipei, Zipei."

"Miss Zhang is me, Jingyan, Zipei's sister."

"Are you really Zipei's sister? You changed my clothes for me, and you bandaged my wound with medicine? ”

"Yes, you are Zipei's friend, and you are also my friend."

"Do you like your brother very much?" Jing Yan was speechless, how could anyone ask about this after recovering from the line of life and death.

"I mean, you have a life-saving grace for me, and you know that I like your brother too, and if you like your brother, then I'm superfluous, and I have to avoid it."

"Take good care of your wounds, only by living can you fight for what you want."

"Okay. Who's competing against whom now? ”

"Zhang Qiyue, he said it was your senior brother, and there was a cripple."

"That lame man, I've seen it, is his surname Wang?"

"Yes."

"It's over, this dead lame, even I almost fell in his way. He is very vicious, and his martial arts are strong. ”

"But then, he almost got beaten."

"You hurry over and ask my senior brother to be careful, he is a dead cripple, he only wins the last move. Come on! Come on! ”

Zhang Xiuqin was excited because she was overly worried, so she triggered her wound and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Zipei, Zipei." Zhang Xiuqin had already fainted.

"Hurry up and protect Zhang Qiyue. Come on! ”

The chance for their decisive battle has finally arrived! Just in the last resort.

Zhang Qiyue found a countermeasure to end the battle once and for all, and the key was in that lame leg. Wang Qifan seemed to be struggling to dodge his lame foot all the time, and his sloping foot was a golden opportunity for Zhang Qiyue to fight hard and win the final victory.

Zhang Qiyue was peeking at the opportunity, and suddenly saw him jump up, ready to pour all his strength into the momentum of a dragon and a tiger, and his legs fell towards the lame leg.

Wang Qifan has always shown weakness, but in fact, he is not trying to win the sympathy of the audience. Since he is a challenger, the audience will either encourage him to succeed in the challenge, or he will be despised if he fails to challenge, and no one will sympathize with a challenger.

The challenger's weakness is only to paralyze the opponent and make the opponent despise him; Once the goal is achieved, you can catch the opponent's flaws and hit them with all your might.

His lame leg is actually not really lame, he practiced lame leg skills, that is, he dressed up as a lame leg with a normal leg to paralyze the other party, in fact, at least seven out of ten percent of his skills are achieved in that lame leg, as long as the lame leg seizes the opportunity and fights hard, the strength is absolutely powerful.

The challenger easily dodged almost all of Zhang Qiyue's efforts to press on the lame, and when Zhang Qiyue landed on the ring with a pair of legs, he sank the ring into a stone pit that was eight centimeters long, and a thick gray fog immediately set off around the pit, and the lower part of them was completely covered by thick dust. At this time, I saw that Wang Qifan's lame leg suddenly became abnormally flexible, it was undoubtedly activated by the challenger, and let out the last angry cry, it suddenly turned its strength and swept straight towards Zhang Qiyue's pair of long legs, his sweeping leg was very simple, just poured all his strength, no one could imagine how strong that leg was, Zhang Qiyue's legs were swept by the lame leg before he had time to dodge, and his whole body fell to the ground, and he could no longer get up. And Wang Qifan's lame leg was still so bloodstained and blurred.

Everyone on and off the stage was stunned by the sudden change in front of them, and people didn't know what was going on, only the tall man slammed to the ground and the bloody foot of the challenger.

When Zipei rushed to the ring, he only saw Zhang Qiyue being carried down.

People are just sighing, they can't see the truth of the matter: as long as Zhang Qiyue is a little more cautious, victory is in hand.

When Zhang Qiyue was carried down by the family, the scene surprised everyone who cared about him, his legs were high and swollen, and the whole person was unconscious.

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