Writing down the first word is the beginning, and completing the 100 words can be carried out.

This is obviously something that can only be done after jumping over the dragon gate.

Just this Sunday, the Dragon Gate began.

The venues are held within the various schools, and the first middle school is more fortunate to be in their home turf.

A wide ring was set up in the middle of the playground, and students arrived early to occupy the front of the stands.

The leaders of the two schools sat in the middle with the people of the student supervisor.

The ten students of Bohua School were wearing uniform uniforms, standing in the center of the field very eye-catchingly, and there was indeed Ye Ran among them.

"The school is really broken, you said how you practice on weekdays, and the public equipment was eliminated by our school a few years ago. ”

"Don't be so picky, according to our school standards, a lot of people don't have the opportunity to go to school. ”

"Only the waves at the highest point can be called back waves. ”

Several students looked at the school with scrutinizing eyes, commenting unscrupulously and smiling brightly.

"I've inquired, the best boy in this school is called Luo Yan, what kind of realm do you think he is?" said a boy with freckles on his face.

"Luo Yan?

Ye Ran was quite surprised when he heard this name.

"Yes, what? do you know this one?" the others looked at curiously.

"The sparring partner in the Thundering Martial Arts Pavilion can't last three rounds in my hands, hehe, it seems that this school is really not good. ”

Ye Ran looked proud and said, "If anyone fails to advance today, it will be a problem." ”

"Ye Ran, don't say it too early, randomly assigned, what if you run into the eighth grade?"

"It's right. Ye Ran disagreed.

On the side of No. 1 Middle School, Luo Yan and others were also observing Bohua's students.

"They have six eight-rank realms and four seven-grade realms. ”

It is not difficult to ask if someone has figured out their strength, because many Bohua students came to cheer and cheer, knowing the strength of their school's top ten.

"Strictly seven. ”

Luo Yan added in his heart that he knew that Ye Ran was about to be promoted to the eighth rank, so in order to avoid causing pressure on others, he didn't say this.

Today's competition rules are simple and crude, which can be understood as a knockout round.

Ten people from both sides compete in each game, and the winner moves on to the next round.

If Bohua wins by eight, one out wins by two.

Two students from the first high school can choose their opponents from the eight people who won from Bohua.

At the end of the second round, the winning student enters the official competition.

In the middle of the stands, the old principal and the principal Bohua exchanged cordial and friendly greetings.

"Old thing, you're not dead yet. Principal Bohua asked, also with silver hair.

"Aren't you afraid that no one will sweep your grave?" the old headmaster still had a smile on his face.

People at both schools pretended to be deaf and didn't know what was going on.

"Two seniors, be quiet, be quiet. ”

The middle-aged man in the student prison smiled awkwardly and said, "It's not good to be heard by the students. ”

"Let's start the lottery. ”

Seeing the principal return to his place, the middle-aged man took out a cardboard box with a small hole in the top.

The head of No. 1 Middle School took out a note with Luo Yan's name written on it.

"Luo Yan, go to the ring!"

A loud sound came from the loudspeaker.

Luo Yan didn't expect that he would be the first, feeling the gazes, quite uncomfortable.

In the stands, there was his mother and the head teacher, and I didn't know if Teacher Zhou Xi was there.

Wu Chen and Tang Tiantian in junior high school did what they said and really acted as cheerleaders on stage.

"Brother Luo, forever dripping gods!" Wu Chen exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Luo Yan stretched out his hand to support his forehead, but fortunately, the field was noisy, and no one heard it.

Bohua's students saw that Luo Yan had caused so many repercussions, thinking that he was the most powerful, and they hoped that their side would not draw to the seven-rank realm.

In the center of the stands, Principal Bohua personally drew lots, and when he saw the name, he smiled.

"Cao Cheng!

Bohua immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers.

In the eight-grade realm of Caocheng, ten people are ranked in the middle and upper ranks, and they have no loss to deal with Luo Yan.

Coincidentally, Cao Cheng was the boy with freckles on his face, and when he heard his name, he was a little apprehensive and excited.

"Ye Ran, you're sure there are only seven grades, right? He asked.

"Didn't you inquire about the news?" Ye Ran said impatiently.

"It's not that I'm afraid that the people in No. 1 Middle School will deliberately lie to me like this. ”

"It's Qipin, I fought him for five days, and he didn't survive the fourth round. ”

"Didn't you just say you didn't make it through three rounds......"

Cao Cheng didn't finish speaking, and felt the unkind gaze next to him.

"I'm afraid of a hammer, go up quickly. ”

"Don't affect the momentum. ”

Then, Cao Cheng stepped into the ring.

"Ye Ran, you really didn't lie to him, did you?"

When he went up, the others were also curious.

Ye Ran was too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Cao Cheng, Eight Pins. ”

"Luo Yan, Qipin. ”

According to the rules of the competition, both sides must report their names and realms.

"Seven pins? I thought it was nine pins. ”

Bohua's students couldn't cry or laugh, although they said that they would not necessarily lose if they were in a low realm, but thinking of the movement of Luo Yan calling to the stage just now, the contrast was a bit big.

Could it be that No. 1 Middle School doesn't even have an eight-grade realm?

Cao Cheng put his heart in his stomach now, it seems that Ye Ran didn't play tricks on him.

"If you can't last three rounds in Ye Ran's hands, then ......"

Cao Cheng measured Luo Yan's approximate strength and planned which way to take next.

Active offense, passive defense, or defensive counterattack.

In private schools, the physical arts teacher clearly distinguishes these and makes the most appropriate choice according to the strength of the opponent.

"Take the initiative!"

Cao Cheng quickly had an idea.

A gong was placed on the desk of the student supervisor, and as it sounded, the competition officially began, and the audience erupted in tsunami-like cheers.

Until the voice gradually calmed down, and the two men put on a posture.

"Please advise. ”

Cao Cheng smiled at first, then turned his face on a straight face and clenched his hands into fists.

"Bafang Fist!"

It's another Bafang Fist, Luo Yan thought to himself, it seems that students who can afford it will choose this physical technique.

Because in addition to the high requirements, there are no disadvantages compared to other primary physical techniques.

"However, I have a lot of experience dealing with Bafang Fist. Luo Yan's eyes rolled to meet the other party.

Ye Ran in the audience was not very interested, and he was already able to predict the ending.

Luo Yan will take a passive defense, occasionally trying to counterattack, but it will not work, and he will eventually be knocked to the ground.

It's like being defeated by her every time.

Well?

However, Luo Yan's next move was unexpected.

He rushed forward!

Facing Cao Cheng, whose realm was even higher than her, Luo Yan rushed forward!

"There's a problem!"

Not only her, but a boy next to her noticed that something was wrong, and the first middle school student was not the slightest surprise at the measures taken by Luo Yan.

"Do you still teach this in your school?"

In the stands, Principal Bohua frowned.

A time-consuming and labor-intensive physical technique, because of its low efficiency, schools rarely use physical arts teaching materials.

However, the older generation knows in their hearts the terrifying role of stepping on the sky in the later stage.