Two people soon walked out of the attic, a man and a woman. The man is handsome, and he has an atmosphere and demeanor when he walks. The woman is dreamy, and she is comparable to Yu Taiping in terms of appearance alone. But her temperament is pure, distant, and ethereal, as if she does not eat fireworks in the world.

"It should be a special exercise." Yu Canghai was condescending, and with his eyesight for two hundred meters, even the hairs on the faces of the two of them could be seen clearly. I saw that the two of them came to the competition stage, and at the same time burst out with strength, just one arrow step, and they kicked dozens of steps on the metal pillar, directly crossing the top.

This is not because of the strength of the two of them, but because the metal pillar has a small hole every other distance of the same distance, which allows people to borrow their strength to go up. Even an ordinary person who has not practiced can easily climb up.

On the competition platform, Long Miaomeng and Hao Xinli stood opposite each other. Behind them was a fifty-meter-high void that would fall if they took a step back. Both of them reach out at the same time to touch each other.

"Dragon girl, please." Hao Xinli had a faint smile on his face, he didn't need to report much hope. This is not cowardice before fighting, but the truest feeling in the heart, the warrior trusts his instincts. But he can adjust his mentality very well, and it is precisely because he doesn't care about winning or losing that he can give it a go.

"Please." Long Miaomeng replied lightly.

"Crackling." As soon as the words fell, a firecracker-like shaking sound suddenly remembered. I saw Hao Xinli's left hand into a fist and quickly hit Long Miaomeng's eyes, and his martial arts strength penetrated his body by nearly four inches, bringing a strong wind.

If this punch hits, Long Miaomeng's eyes will inevitably be beaten into paste on the spot, and the beauty will become an ugly woman from then on. At the same time, his right hand also hit Long Miaomeng's throat, this is just a no-shot, a shot is a full blow, and he has the true intention of fighting quickly and accurately.

At the moment when Hao Xinli made a move, Long Miaomeng also made a move. Her right hand formed a palm to seal Hao Xinli's left fist, and at the same time, her left hand formed a fist to fight Hao Xinli's right fist.

"Bang." The two fists touched, and when they touched, only a muffled sound came from the air. But Long Miaomeng's right palm tightly wrapped Hao Xinli's left fist like flowing water and mist, and it was like an iron prison, so that his left fist couldn't break free at all and couldn't move.

If he seals someone else's fist, he must be shaking all over his body, making him lose his center of gravity and balance, and then a heavy blow will follow. Hao Xinli pushed people with himself, and at the moment when his left fist was blocked. His right hand struck Long Miaomeng's eye again. At the same time, he jumped up, and his legs pierced Long Miaomeng's chest like two big guns.

But Long Miaomeng was like a prophet, the moment she blocked Hao Xinli's left fist, she let go of her hand, and at the same time moved a step sideways, kicking out like lightning. This kick was exactly the moment Hao Xinli jumped up, which made him feel like he had bumped into him, and he was directly kicked out of the competition platform.

He reacted quickly, felt his body fly up in the air, and immediately adjusted his balance as soon as he twisted his waist in the air, and at the same time tightly grasped the small hole in the metal pillar, and safely got off the competition platform with a few borrowings.

"In the first game, Long Miao Mengsheng won." As soon as he landed, Hao Xinli heard the voice of the military attaché.

He raised his head and smiled at Long Miaomeng, and said, "Miss Long is amazing, I am convinced." ”

They are all the pinnacle of samurai, but in fact, the difference in strength is not big, and the gap in martial arts is not big, what is bad is Nian. If it is a life-and-death contest, the two of them will at least be a dead person, and the other will be seriously injured and disabled. But the competition is compared to the gap of that move. If you lose, you lose.

Long Miaomeng also got off the competition platform, she didn't say a word, just arched her hand towards Hao Xin, and walked towards the attic. Yu Canghai was condescending, looking at this competition that was just two breaths in his eyes, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Long Miaomeng seems to have a prophetic vision, and he can feel Hao Xinli's actions in advance. ”

When Raymond heard this, he explained: "The martial artist is a high-level, called Zhiren. It means that if you know yourself, you can know others, and you can preach and teach art and open a martial arts hall. At this stage, there is a small supernatural ability that allows you to perceive subtle movements in your body just by placing your hand on someone else. For example, if you want to throw a punch, the power comes from the feet. There will be a momentary tension in the legs before the punch. This will be perceived by people and they will be able to respond in advance. ”

Later, a master summed up this magical power into a martial art, called Tingjin. It is to use one's own body to listen to the movement of others' bodies, so as to infer the next move of others, so as to anticipate the enemy's first opportunity. This martial art can also be learned and used by low-level martial artists. ”

Yu Canghai suddenly said: "I see, this little supernatural power can be automatically possessed when you reach the high level of martial arts." But before the high level of martial arts, it is of great use. ”

Raymond shook his head and said, "This supernatural power is useless, it can only play a role when teaching martial artists and samurai." Because in the face of absolute power, hearing the strength can't change the result. And when you reach the realm of martial artists, you can control your body well after you enter the subtleties. They punch and don't move their feet, their waists, their shoulders, and they just punch up and down. There is no chance to listen to it at all. ”

Yu Canghai nodded in agreement, and next, the competition of the samurai group went on very quickly, and it ended in less than half an hour. The ranking of the samurai group was exactly the same as expected, and Long Miaomeng won the first place.

In the competition of the samurai group, Yu Canghai didn't see too many bright spots, for him, although these people were the top young geniuses in a state, none of them could take a punch from him, so naturally he couldn't arouse any interest.

After the samurai group competition, a supervising military attache said in a loud voice: "In the first game of the martial arts group, the fifth Lingshan is against Bai Weiyi." ”

Yu Canghai is in a righteous spirit, a genius among high-level martial artists, and he can already threaten him in terms of strength. Especially the fifth surname, which made him very curious. So Yu Canghai looked at the competition platform intently.

The fifth Lingshan sat in a white shirt, fluttering in the wind. She is tall and tall, and she is just right everywhere, and if she is more, she is fat, and if she is less, she is thin. The figure alone can score eighty points. But her face was covered with a white veil, making it impossible to see her face clearly, and she could only see a pair of ice blue eyes, calm as water.

The two stood still, without the slightest communication, and threw a punch at the same time.

"Bang." The fists intersected, leaving only a muffled sound, and then the contest was over. Fifth Lingshan's right foot retreated half a step slightly, but Bai Weiyi took a step back and fell directly off the competition platform.

Yu Canghai saw it clearly, on the fist of the fifth Lingshan, the martial arts strength penetrated six inches. Strength is a real manifestation of strength, and it cannot be faked at all. This means that her strength has reached 8,000 catties. And Bai Weiyi's strength is only five and a half inches. They don't compete in skill, but in a hard-fought battle of strength. Bai Weiyi has a gap, and he is not unjustly defeated.

Although the two fought for a short time, Yu Canghai nodded secretly. It must be known that the peak of the average martial artist, the peak of strength is six thousand catties, and the strength can only hit four inches. And these two people are far more than them, and they are both geniuses who can challenge the great martial artist beyond the level. Extrapolating from this, he can also imagine the gold content of genius.

"It's a pity." Yu Canghai sighed in his heart, but the strength of eight thousand catties was reached when he was in the middle rank of a warrior. Fifth Lingshan's current strength, he can't look down on it at all.

In the competition of the martial arts group, Yu Canghai was also lacking in interest. In the few battles of his purge mission, he killed not twenty but fifteen martial artists, and the combat skills of these geniuses did not enter his eyes. The warriors who competed, the warriors who killed people, and the warriors who went to the battlefield are three completely different stages.

In the martial arts group, it was the civilian warrior Wan Yingjie who made Yu Canghai look twice, and his martial arts had an obvious military style. And he has become the biggest dark horse in the martial arts group, tied for first place with the fifth Lingshan. Because the two were entangled, they fell off the competition platform at the same time.

In such a situation, it should have been recompared. But Yu Canghai knew that Wan Yingjie was desperate for the first time, plus luck, but the second time was absolutely impossible to defeat the fifth Lingshan, and he saw that almost all the civilian warriors in the square were supporting Wan Yingjie, so he ordered not to start over, so that the two of them tied for the first place in the martial arts group.

With this order, the assassin naturally doesn't matter, it's just to give some more rewards. But for the other members of the martial arts group, everyone's rankings have risen by one place, and their rewards have changed, so they are naturally very happy. Those civilians who bet on the victory of Wan Yingjie won a large amount of wealth from the dealer, and they were naturally very happy.

Yu Canghai also had another gain in the martial arts group, that is, the martial arts they had used were all stolen by Yu Canghai in an instant.