The big screen showed the time it took for Zhang to knock out his opponent, 17 seconds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is still the case where she hid the ground-level trick "slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return".

The hundreds of spectators present gasped one after another, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

It only took 17 seconds, and the disciple of Xiliangmen, in the late stage of Qi condensation, Jin Xuan, who was about to break through the Dan Qi Realm, had already been defeated.

Looking at the distance, Zhang's still defiant gaze, Zhou Ning's heart sank, it seems that he has attracted the attention of this martial idiot girl.

Glancing at the time, it was already pointing to seven forty o'clock, and it was almost time for him to appear, Zhou Ning took a deep breath and walked towards the No. 21 ring.

……

The young man with an inch of "Ring No. 21 ......" has also finished the game and brought Hu Zhiyuan to the audience.

Since it was the last game of the night, most of the audience went back to dinner, and there were not too many people, and there were a large number of seats in the audience.

"It's ...... Angry fist Lin Zhigao, and Hu Zhiyuan, the big opener? ”

The arrival of the two popular players in the Yangzhou competition area caused an uproar among the audience, and the young man with an inch head, that is, Lin Zhigao, arched his hand to the audience with a good temper, found a seat that was most suitable for viewing, and quietly waited for Zhou Ning's appearance.

"Hey, it's actually this venue, this game is interesting." Lin Zhigao clapped his hands and smiled.

In the seats two rows behind him, Zhang Ying, dressed in white clothes and white skirts, sat quietly, his eyes unfocused, as if he was empty.

After a while, someone shouted, "Here comes the racer!" ”

Zhang Yiyi, Lin Zhigao, and Hu Zhiyuan all looked over.

They saw a young man in white casual clothes, about twenty years old, looking gentle and elegant, not like a martial artist, but like a scholar, giving people a feeling of poetry and books.

"Pretending." Hu Zhiyuan snorted coldly.

Lin Zhigao said in a low voice: "No, this person is restrained, just like a tiger dormant, once it erupts, it will be like a mountain flood and tsunami, it is difficult to match, this kind of temperament makes me feel a little palpitation, this person should not be underestimated, Ding Xiaofei is afraid that he is in trouble." ”

Even the senior brother of the Dan Qi Realm felt a little palpitation?

Hu Zhiyuan seemed to hear the sound of his heartbreak, in this way, did he still have any hope of revenge with his own hands?

……

The twenty-first ring is a seven-star pile ring, the seven-star pile, also known as the Beidou pile, as the name suggests, there are only seven wooden piles in total, which are divided into Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, Yaoguang seven piles, arranged like the seven stars of the Big Dipper in the sky, so it is named. The ring of this kind of stake is extremely narrow, and the competition venue is seven thin wooden piles, and the same as the wooden stakes of the Tiangang piles before, the wooden stakes of the seven star piles are also very easy to break, which is not suitable for small and moving fighting styles, only suitable for hand-to-hand combat, hard bridges and hard horses against steel.

Zhou quietly reined in his mind, lowered his breathing rate, and tried to adjust his mind to the emotions that were most conducive to the game.

The information of the opponent in this game flashed in his heart: fast boxing Ding Xiaofei. Yangzhou Zhendong martial arts hall disciple, as the nickname indicates, Ding Xiaofei is a set of Wanliu Piaofeng boxing, this set of boxing is based on Wing Chun boxing, with the wind to help the weak willow as the shape, is a set of hand-to-hand fighting boxing, the fist distance is short, the strength is crisp and fast, and the left and right are continuous, so that the opponent has no time to parry.

Fast punches?

Zhou Ning squeezed his fist, and came to compare whose fist was harder.

Ten minutes later, the game began.

After handing over his belongings and checking the number plate of the competition, Zhou Ning jumped onto the top of the Tianshu pile and made a gesture of please.

I saw that on the Yaoguang pile opposite, the sturdy Ding Xiaofei was also standing majestically.

In the stands, Lin Zhigao sat up straight, and said with some excitement: "This terrain is really wonderful, fist to fist, violence to counter violence, there is no room for tricks, even I am on fire." ”

"Ring 21, the game begins!"

The referee raised his right hand and slammed it down

The two saluted each other, this time, the two sides moved together, Zhou Ning jumped from the Tianshu pile to the Yuheng pile, the distance of more than ten steps came overnight, the wooden pile shook slightly, and the punch of the two sides was hard and hard, and they bumped into each other without any tricks.

"Bang!"

Zhou Ning only felt that his fist was numb, and he was shocked, raised his head to look at Ding Xiaofei, and the other party happened to look at him, and a sentence jumped out of their hearts at the same time: "What a hard fist!" ”

As soon as his mind moved, the whole heart and method surged to his whole body, and the soreness on his fists disappeared.

Clenched his fists, Zhou Ning quietly adjusted the muscles of his whole body, making it adjust to the most suitable condition for exerting force.

The two moved at the same time, Zhou Ning jumped from the Yuheng pile to the Kaiyang pile, Ding Xiaofei jumped from the Yaoguang pile to the Tianquan pile, while the body moved, the fists of the two sides still did not stop, between the electric light and flint, fist to fist, has been fighting dozens of moves in a row.

Through the sound above the ring, the sound of the two fists colliding was like firecrackers, crackling non-stop, and the spectators in the stands rarely saw this kind of hard bridge and hard horse battle, and they were also enthusiastic at the moment.

"You're strong." Ding Xiaofei said loudly, "From this moment on, I will use all means to ask Zhou Jun for advice." ”

Zhou Ning nodded silently, and the figures of the two sides turned like stars, spun around on the stake of the ring, and then turned back to the same place.

Ding Xiaofei pinched his red and swollen right fist, and his momentum was full of momentum, spilling out the shadow of the fist.

The distance was shortened, Ding Xiaofei's fist was stunned, and then, three punches became six punches, and six punches became twelve punches...... When he landed, the entire Tianquan pile seemed to be Ding Xiaofei's fist shadow, pervasive, and there was no way to avoid it.

"It's ...... Wanliu Drifting Wind Boxing Method. Unexpectedly, Ding Xiaofei's boxing skills have reached such attainments, this kind of punch speed, I'm afraid that he can almost hit almost 2,000 punches in a minute. Lin Zhigao said with a solemn gaze, "If I were Zhou Ning, I wouldn't have to take it hard, but this is a ......."

Seeing the opponent's amazing fist momentum, Zhou Ning's eyes flashed, and the fist momentum also changed, from fast to slow, and his spirit was restrained, making it a move in Taijiquan as if it were sealed.

Ding Xiaofei's stormy fist had just arrived in front of Zhou Ning, and it had been stuck by Zhou Ning's fist, and his power was suddenly cut by half.

Zhou Ning's arm shook slightly, and he had already blocked Ding Xiaofei's boxing moves.

"This is tai chi?"

Ding Xiaofei's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, but his boxing moves did not stop, his boxing style pays attention to Wanliu Piaofeng Boxing based on Wing Chun boxing, the heart is fast, the eyes are fast, the hands are fast, the body is fast, the step is fast, he is fighting faster and faster, attacking and defending, turning Ruyi, attacking step by step on the narrow stake, and vaguely has achieved an advantage. Ding Xiaofei suddenly screamed, jumped from the Tianshu pile to the Tianji pile, and a "turning over and slashing" was as fast as a meteor.

The wooden stake under his feet twisted slightly, and Zhou Ning hurriedly leaned back, dodging this quick punch.