For safety reasons, the schedule of this wushu competition has been shortened, from the original four days to two days, the first is the opening ceremony, the large-scale song and dance performance is canceled, and the contestants enter the group stage immediately after the entrance ceremony.

"The first group, Zhang Jianlong vs. Murong Pei; the second group, Wang Shuming vs. Gong Tieshan; the third group, Ai Universe vs. Liu Wenju; In the fourth group, Zou Yongjun vs. Xie Wanda. ”

The chief referee of this martial arts competition, Zhuge Feiyang's voice was calm and powerful.

Hearing this, the fighters took off their coats, exposed their muscles, and jumped onto the boxing ring one after another.

Coincidentally, the first game of the first group was Murong Pei, and his opponent was Zhang Jianlong of the Huashan faction, who was about twenty years old and looked a little immature.

"Aeolian legs!" Murong Pei let out a loud shout, his body rose to the ground, and he kicked his opponent's chest.

Bang! The blazing sparks splashed everywhere, and Zhang Jianlong took a few steps back.

One move gained the upper hand, Murong Pei was unforgiving, and the "Wind God Legs" were used to the limit, instantly conjuring up dozens of afterimages, and the opponent who fought had no power to fight back, and easily won the opening.

After stepping off the stage, Murong Pei said lightly: "It's not bad, the first opponent is not very strong." ”

"It's only the first round now, don't show too much strength." Qin He reminded the other party.

Murong Pei chuckled and said, "I know, don't worry, big brother." ”

A game can probably be finished in less than a cigarette, and it is rare for the two sides to have exactly the same strength, and it is difficult to tell the winner or loser.

Especially in the fourth group, Zou Yongjun, who was tied for third place with Qin He in the last martial arts competition, used a fierce iron sand palm at the beginning, hitting the vital point of the opponent Qingcheng Sect Xie Wanda, vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

It's just vulnerable!

"The fourth group, Wen Jun vs. Jiang Xiuwu."

Murong Pei smiled: "Xiaojun, it's your turn." ”

"Yes." Wen Jun nodded and jumped onto the platform.

Wen Jun's opponent was Jiang Xiuwu of the Emei faction, with a strong figure, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and a large ring knife in his hand, the yellow air flow on the blade swirled, and it looked extremely heavy.

He looked at Wen Jun, grinned, and said, "It seems that my luck is good. ”

Wen Jun was speechless, I haven't made a move yet, but I don't know where his luck is? His charming peach blossom eyes blinked, and there was a bit of charm of the country and the city.

Jiang Xiuwu smiled: "I admit that you are very attractive, but I only like women, so I will not show mercy." ”

Wen Jun is embarrassed, this guy is too conceited, who wants mercy from whom! He pointed to the sky, smiled slightly, and said, "There is a cow in the sky, do you know why?" ”

Jiang Xiuwu was stunned and asked, "Why?" ”

Wen Jun chuckled, "It's because someone blew it up." ”

"Defeat!" Jiang Xiuwu said angrily, and then rushed forward, the hard marble under his feet suddenly cracked, and then the big ring knife on both hands cut through a thick arc, directly slashing towards Wen Jun.

Wen Jun shook his head, and with a wave of his right hand at will, his entire arm was fast without a shadow, and he easily hit Jiang Xiuwu's wrist. Jiang Xiuwu was in pain, and as soon as his wrist was loosened, the big ring knife suddenly flew out of his hand.

Syllable!

Jiang Xiuwu was dumbfounded, looked at his empty hands, and said aggrievedly: "I'...... Where's my knife? ”

Wen Jun pointed to the left.

Jiang Xiuwu looked at it, and his big ring knife was stuck upside down on the edge of the boxing ring, shaking.

Without the face to continue to stay on it, Jiang Xiuwu pulled out the big ring knife, jumped off the boxing ring with a red face, hated Wen Jun to death in his heart, and made him so embarrassed.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Wen Jun smiled like a nymphomaniac.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Zou Yongjun's casual eyes suddenly narrowed, he originally thought that Wen Jun was just an unknown hairy boy, but he didn't expect him to shoot so quickly. He snorted coldly, and said in his heart, no matter how fast you are, if you touch Young Master Ben's iron sand palm, you will not be able to eat and walk around.

Yang Jianming has been paying attention to Wen Jun's performance, and after seeing his swift blow, he couldn't help but nod, revealing an indifferent smile, such a person deserves to be his opponent!

Zhuge Qingyao saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart. Compared with his previous life, Senior Brother's kung fu has not only not weakened, but has improved a lot, which is really a thousand miles in a day!

At the end of the first round, all the contestants have already appeared, and the top 32 of this wushu competition have just been released, which also means that 32 contestants have left the stage gloomily.

Fortunately, the three players of "Qin Wumen", Qin He, Wen Jun, and Murong Pei, all advanced to the second round. But Qin Haoran, who was sitting in the referee's seat, could not see the slightest smugness on his face, because the "Yang Family General" also had three players advanced in this round.

According to the revised provisional schedule, the second knockout round will be held immediately after.

When he saw the list of players who were about to appear handed over by the staff, Zhuge Feiyang's face was stunned, and then he shook his head helplessly. This is a predetermined order, and no one has the right to change it.

So, he read according to the script: "The second round of martial arts begins. the first group, Hong Jinbao vs. Murong Pei; the second group, Yang Jianming vs. Liu Yufeng; the third group, Qin He vs. Ai Universe; The fourth group, Zou Yongjun, aligned Jigang. ”

The audience was also surprised, the top four players in the last wushu competition appeared at the same time, which is too much of a coincidence.

Hearing that he was playing against the last champion Hong Jinbao, Murong Pei couldn't help but smile bitterly, except for lamenting in his heart that he was unlucky, he couldn't think of a way to do it.

Qin He looked like he was sharpening his knife, and he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and jumped up.

Wen Jun saw Murong Pei's expression in his eyes, and said in his heart that he was cowardly before fighting, and this competition was probably lost. He smiled and said, "Second brother, what's wrong?" ”

Murong Pei said with a sad face: "Xiaojun, I'...... I was a little scared. ”

Wen Jun said: "Why are you afraid of him? ”

Murong Pei smiled bitterly: "His powerful Vajra palm is infinitely powerful, and it is said that one palm can kill a buffalo. ”

Wen Jun groaned: "In terms of strength, you naturally can't compare to him, you can only outwit him, and you must not compare brute strength with him." ”

Murong Pei frowned and said, "Outwitted? ”

Wen Jun smiled lightly: "Don't forget the 'Qin Wumen' footwork without a trace. ”

Murong Pei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said thoughtfully: "Are you saying that you will entangle him first, consume his physical strength, and then wait for the opportunity to exert force?" ”

Wen Jun patted him on the shoulder and said, "Second brother, you are a smart person, you have to believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to do it." ”

Murong Pei nodded and jumped into the boxing ring.

Hong Jinbao looked at Murong Pei, who was belated, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Hehe, boy, although your 'Wind God Legs' are powerful, when you meet me, you can only consider yourself unlucky." ”

After Wen Jun's inspiration, Murong Pei already had a countermeasure, and his heart was not as afraid as before. A smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Although you can kill a cow with one palm, I am not a fool, stand still and let you fight." ”