"Zhou Ning's opponent is actually Song Yangping of Qihuamen?"

Lin Zhigao's face showed an excited look, and he said happily: "Ha, Lao Tzu can't wait to kiss the schedule administrator, although Song Yangping is not a good person, but the kung fu in his hands is still extremely good, his palm attainments are extremely high, even the palm saint Lu Ze has been recognized, if nothing else, this game should be able to force Zhou Ning's limit, I don't know if it is the palm of Qihuamen that is powerful, or this guy's boxing is higher?" ”

"I think Zhou Ning probably can't beat Song Yangping...... I have fought with Song Yangping in the last Hidden Dragon Competition, and his 'Moon Palm' is so strong that he is deadly, especially the trick 'Ghost King Splash Fan', and his palms fly like rain in an instant, which is by no means something ordinary people can resist, I heard that not long ago his Moon Palm has been completed, if it weren't for Shen Rou who is really a monster, I can't say that the chief of the Seven Flowers Gate will change hands this time. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Hu Zhiyuan held a bag of buns in his hand and handed it to Lin Zhigao with a serious face.

"Then Zhou Ning is an ordinary person?" Lin Zhigao stretched out his hand to take the bun, took a bite, glanced at him again, and snorted coldly, "I want to see how many surprises he can give me in the face of Song Yangping." ”

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In the other corner, Zhang was still sitting quietly, closing her eyes and recuperating, in the past few days, she had felt that she could vaguely touch the threshold of completely mastering the "slanting wind and drizzle does not need to return", and she only needed to add a little more strength to completely master it, so as to try to impact the realm of the late stage of the Dan Qi Realm.

Speaking of which, fighting with that stinky hooligan helped me a lot, borrowing strength? Maybe you can try it yourself.

At this time, she heard the impassioned voice of the narrator on the commentary stage.

"Song Yangping?"

Thinking of what he had just said, Zhang still stuck out his tongue and said in his heart: "Stinky rascal, it's your own bad luck, it's not my poisonous milk!" ”

Her eyes involuntarily looked at the big screen.

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At 2:50, Zhou Ning stepped on the stone path, step by step towards the No. 7 ring, along the way, he heard countless cheers and cheers, on the way, he even saw someone holding a portrait of himself, photoshopped his face to Ip Man, and a few big words were written below: I want to fight five.

Zhou Ning's heart was surging, and he walked quietly towards the ring, when he was a calligraphy and painting master before, he would only receive more cheers than this time, but this time the cheers were different, compared to the previous life, it made his blood boil and his blood was boiling.

Ring No. 7 was in a corner of Tallinn, and in front of his eyes, a wide ring appeared, and the ring here was different from the previous fights, the ground was covered with a layer of fine soft sand, and if you were not careful, you would fall into the sand and not be able to extricate yourself.

In the ring, Song Yang, who was dressed in a black martial arts uniform, stood quietly like water.

In the stands, Lin Zhigao said lightly: "This venue is very fair to both sides, Zhou Ning is good at swimming, so he naturally adapts to this venue, Song Yangping's 'Moon Boxing' is even more light and elegant, this sand has no impact on them, and the game is good-looking." ”

Zhou Ning stepped into the ring step by step, the fine soft sand seemed to have no effect on him, and he easily stepped into the arena and stood opposite Song Yangping.

The martial arts uniforms on the two of them are black and white, standing opposite each other, giving people a strong visual impact.

The referee glanced at the time, waved his hand downward, and shouted: "The players on both sides salute and greet each other, and in a minute, the game begins!" ”

This is the martial arts etiquette that must be performed in this world, before the martial arts competition is carried out.

The two of them followed the etiquette, stepped forward and bowed, and when they got closer, Song Yangping suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Do you know? In today's game, I promised someone to break your leg. As for which leg to choose, it's up to you. ”

Zhou Ning's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled: "Is it Tang Kefan?" ”

Song Yangping nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will be very measured and will not leave you with a disability." ”

"Then don't I want to thank Brother Song."

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, and the harmony and friendship on the surface could not be described.

Because both sides were talking in low voices, to the others, it was just a friendly small talk between the two sides. No one knows the dangerous situation of sabre-rattling, which can easily be the misfortune of breaking a leg.

The two talked in a low voice, then stopped talking, and each adjusted his condition to the best, patiently waiting for the game to start.

"Ready...... Begin! The clock pointed to three o'clock, and the referee waved his right hand.

Before he could say anything, Song Yangping had already swept forward, leaving a series of continuous footprints on the fine sand, and his right hand slipped out of the sleeve of the wide martial arts robe sleeve, and patted Zhou Ning's shoulder with great speed, making a piercing sound of "snort" breaking the air

Zhou Ning's mind has been immersed in the spiritual realm that is as clear as a lake.

He didn't miss a single step in grasping the speed, angle and force of Song Yangping's palm. clearly realize that this person's skill is still vaguely above himself.

The second disciple of the Seven Flowers Sect is really extraordinary.

Song Yangping's palm had not yet touched his body, and a gust of wind had invaded his body, attacking straight towards his shoulder well.

Zhou Ning's heart was clear, he turned his body slightly, stretched out his right palm, and cut his right palm horizontally at Song Yangping's right hand.

With a loud sound of "Peng", Song Yangping's body shook slightly, and he took a step back, and Zhou Ning was also shocked to take a step back, and the qi and blood in his body were churning.

Both of their feet sank into the deep sand at the same time.

"Wonderful, the skills of the two are evenly matched!" Lin Zhigao clapped his hands and shouted.

Song Yangping's eyes were shining, he didn't expect his opponent's kung fu to be so good, he pulled out of the fine sand, pushed out his right palm, and slapped a palm wind that tore the airflow.

Zhou Ning stood still, the martial arts robe was windless and automatic, fluttering, but the momentum of his whole body was accumulating bit by bit.

In the stands, Lin Zhigao and Zhang still looked solemn.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the two are moving and quiet, they are vaguely competing in momentum.

Song Yangping flew forward, shortening the distance between him and Zhou Ning to one meter.

When Song Yangping's right palm attacked in front of him, Zhou Ning lifted the sleeve of his martial arts robe and immediately punched Song Yangping.

The two strong winds quietly touched each other and struck together.

The figures of the two were also staggered with each other, and then Zhou Ning retreated suddenly, one retreating and one advancing, as natural as the tide.

Song Yangping's "Holding the Moon Palm" is the Xuan-level palm technique of the Qihuamen, which evolved from the 'Holding the Moon Fist' of the Eagle Claw Gate of the Gate Sect a hundred years ago, and it is extremely powerful.

Zhou Ning quietly absorbed Song Yangping's palm strength with Cangzhu strength at this moment, and the two exchanged three more moves in the swift scene of lightning and stone fire.

Song Yang's face was shocked, before this, he never dreamed that the opponent was so powerful, these three palms were much stronger than the previous two palms, which made his blood churn.

He barely settled down, first made a false move, and suddenly his palms flew over, turning into palm shadows all over the sky, dense like rain, and caged towards Zhou Ning.

"It's coming! That's the trick, hold the moon palm and learn the ghost king to splash the fan! Hu Zhiyuan suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.

Lin Zhigao also stood up, his eyes close to the big screen.