"Senior Sister Sikong Dance is here!"

"Where, where?"

"I saw it, it's indeed Senior Sister Sikong Dance, it's on the second floor!"

With a burst of whispers around him, Feng Yifan immediately raised his head and began to look around, looking for Sikong Wu's figure. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And soon he found it in the louder and louder discussion around him, which was located on the second floor of the gymnasium around the gymnasium, and Sikong Wu was directly facing the ring downstairs, standing with several school leaders.

"Alright, students! Then our school's primary selection for this year's martial arts competition is about to begin, all the students who have signed up, please come to the stage according to the class I read to draw your number plate, then the first is the students of the first grade class, please come to the stage. As the teacher who seemed to be the referee stood in the ring with the microphone to introduce, the loudspeaker immediately remembered the deafening sound, but it mobilized the emotions of all the students on the scene, and immediately two students, a man and a woman, stood up not far from the audience and hurriedly walked towards the ring.

These two people are obviously the two who signed up for the first grade class.

"Then the next first and second classes will also come to the stage." The referee teacher didn't wait for the two people from the first grade class to step into the ring, and then called the second class of the first grade.

At this time, the two students in the first grade had just arrived in the ring, and there was another teacher sitting behind a desk, and on the table in front of him was a large cardboard box.

The teacher motioned for the two to put their hands in and draw the number plate, and when the two drew the number, the teacher registered the numbers of the two and asked them to go back first.

Immediately after that, two people from the second class of the first grade also came here and began to draw number plates.

So the teachers in the ring kept reading for several years, and the students kept standing up and coming to draw numbers.

Soon it was Ye Yun and Feng Yifan's turn, and the two of them also went over to draw numbers, and then returned to their seats and continued to sit down.

With such efficiency, in less than half an hour of the incident, the number plate drawing of all eighty-six people was over.

"Why didn't Senior Sister Sikong Dance draw numbers?" Feng Yifan asked Ye Yun in a puzzled low voice.

"How do I know!" Ye Yun shrugged and said.

Who knew that at this moment, the referee teacher in the ring personally got out of the ring, came to the carton and put his hand in, took out the last number plate inside, and read loudly, "The last number plate is the nineteenth, that is, the number of Sikong Wu!" Then the referee said loudly.

So Sikong Wu in the stands on the second floor stood up and nodded slightly to the referee teacher as a greeting.

"Is this all right?" Feng Yifan said stunned.

"If you also have the strength of the sixth layer of Qi cultivation now and are still the student president, you can do the same!" Ye Yun shrugged and said.

"Forget it, I won't dream! But Sister Sikong Dance is so handsome! Feng Yifan launched a nymphomaniac again.

"Okay, I think you seem to have drawn a number two, right? It's coming to power soon, and you're not ready yet? Ye Yun interrupted his nymphomaniac.

"Yes, I'm number two, the first to come on stage! Why don't we change it? I think you seem to be number thirty-eight, right? You go up with my number first, I'm preparing. Feng Yifan immediately became nervous and said to Ye Yun.

"The license plate has already been registered." Ye Yun said helplessly.

"Okay, I'll get on it, I'll get on it!" Feng Yifan had no choice but to catch the ducks on the shelves and said helplessly, while taking a deep breath to relieve the tension.

However, the referee didn't give him much time, and soon returned to the ring with the form registered after the lottery just now, and announced loudly.

"Then first of all, the No. 1 Bai Song student in the first class of the second grade, against the No. 2 Feng Yifan in the tenth class of the first grade, please invite the two students to the stage!" Accompanied by the loud announcement of the referee.

Feng Yifan had no choice but to walk towards the ring with some reluctance.

Not far away, there was also a figure standing, obviously that Bai Song.

At the same time, with the official start of the martial arts conference, the students on the scene let out bursts of applause, and the atmosphere became enthusiastic.

The second-graders were all chanting the name of the white pine.

And everyone in the first grade naturally shouted Feng Yifan's name, although everyone in the first grade also knew that Feng Yifan wanted to beat the seniors in the second grade, the possibility was very small, but everyone still cheered him up loudly, at this time the so-called victory or defeat no longer mattered, the students just needed a carnival, a carnival to vent their emotions.

"Okay, under the enthusiastic cheers of the students, the two students finally stood in the ring, then I announce, the game has officially begun!" The referee teacher in the ring didn't talk nonsense, and directly announced the start.

Feng Yifan, who was on the stage, was stunned for a moment, and then reacted and made a posture of preparing for defense.

It can be seen that although Feng Yifan has no confidence in his own strength, and he was ready to lose at the beginning, he will have a little bit of basic fist and foot kung fu.

It's just that he only has the strength of the second layer of Qi training, and he is really a little bit inadequate for the second-year Bai Song in front of him who has the strength of the fourth layer of Qi training.

After all, Feng Yifan can't be like Ye Yun, whose skills are so bad that he can already catch up with the gap in absolute strength.

So Bai Song acted after seeing that Feng Yifan was ready to defend.

First of all, the spiritual power of the fourth layer of Qi cultivation flowed through the whole body, improving the quality of the body, and then rushed out towards Feng Yifan in one step.

And although Feng Yifan has usually practiced some fist and foot kung fu, he has never fought at all, let alone Bai Song's speed is still very fast at this time.

So unsurprisingly, before Feng Yifan could react, he was already brought in front of him by Bai Song.

So Feng Yifan subconsciously swung out his fist.

However, it was easily blocked by Bai Song, and at the same time, Bai Song's fist hit Feng Yifan with a whistling wind, and before Feng Yifan could react, it had already stopped in front of Feng Yifan's eyes.

Obviously, in the case of a large gap in strength, Bai Song was embarrassed to bully this junior, and he played and beat the other party and then made people admit defeat, which could not make him appear stronger, and maybe it would make everyone disgusted with him, so Bai Song chose this way.

"Junior brother, you lost!" Bai Song withdrew his hand and said with a graceful expression.

"I lost." Feng Yifan sighed.

However, Feng Yifan was more relieved at this time, because he finally didn't have to worry about how to surrender and admit defeat.

In this way, Bai Song and Feng Yifan stepped down separately, and then the competition continued.