Chapter 152: The Final of the Martial Arts Conference (5)

Feng'er rolled to the ground, looking at the respectable opponent beside him who had also suffered miserably and had an angry face, he smiled, hurriedly stood up, cleaned up the dust on his clothes, and walked over to reach out to pull the other party up.

"Fuck off!"

Hearing the other party scold like this, Feng'er was not angry, and the smile on her face did not change at all.

"This draw is also my hard work to get it, there is no water in it, even if you are not convinced, this is also an established fact, you can't change it, so you just accept it calmly!"

After saying this, Feng'er no longer paid attention to the opponent, turned around, and saw Pu Haoxiang coming over, and the two hugged each other warmly.

"Haha, haha! Big brother, I won, I won! ”

Seeing Senior Brother Xiang like this, Feng'er was also very happy, patted Pu Haoxiang's shoulder, and said with a little encouragement.

"Senior Brother Xiang, you are great, you have to continue to work hard!"

"Hehe, that's a must, just a proud young man like me who is full of spirits and works hard, in the end, it must be inevitable to win!"

Pu Haoxiang faced his closest senior brother Feng'er, and did not hide the pride that surged strongly in his heart, his smile was as bright as a little sun, full of endless vitality!

"Okay, since we have all successfully advanced to the finals, we should inform the master of this good news and inform Senior Brother Bao!"

The two of them ran to the hospital with a smile and a smile, and when they saw Zhen Baobao, who was ruddy on the hospital bed and had received obvious recovery results, the three brothers opened their mouths and laughed heartily!

"Senior Brother Bao, this time Senior Brother and I have the second senior brother and the fourth senior brother, we have all successfully advanced to the second link of the finals and become the top 16 of the martial arts conference.

Hearing Pu Haoxiang's cheerful telling, Zhen Baobao was still as bright as the sun shining a moment ago, and then this smile gradually dissipated and dimmed, and the whole person's face turned to peace, but this peace was too deliberate, so it became blunt, so it became an obvious dress, therefore, the hidden melancholy under the thin layer of dress was revealed, and it really broke into the eyes of everyone present.

"Senior Brother Bao!"

Feng'er asked softly, and Zhen Baobao had been silent for a long time.

"Ah, senior brother, hehe, you guys are very powerful! You're amazing, I'm so happy for you! ”

When Zhen Baobao said this, his eyes kept turning, deliberately avoiding all peeping eyes.

Because of this serious evil in the martial arts competition, Zhen Baobao was seriously injured and hospitalized, because the competition time was limited, and the martial arts conference competition could not be delayed because of various matters, so the conference could not reasonably retain Zhen Baobao's qualifications, so he had to passively terminate the game, completely lost the opportunity to compete in martial arts, which made Zhen Baobao, who was very much looking forward to the martial arts conference, sad heartbroken, today's Feng'er and others successfully transitioned to the finals, although it is a great news, But it really made Zhen Baobao feel sad and depressed.

Everyone also understood Zhen Baobao's emotions, so everyone didn't speak anymore, and everyone began to silence.

"I'm sleepy!"

Hiding emotions is an extremely laborious thing, Zhen Baobao's face was also covered with tiredness, lost interest in continuing to talk, and looked at the senior brothers in turn.

Hearing Zhen Baobao's words, everyone also understood very well, pushed open the door, and walked out of the room quietly one after another.

"Senior brother, senior brother Bao, he ......"

Pu Haoxiang inquired cautiously, his face full of concern.

"Senior Brother Bao will naturally have a solution to his emotions, we just need to be relieved, rest assured, and believe in him, that's enough!"

Feng'er saw Zhen Baobao's sluggish appearance through the doors and windows, and various complicated emotions appeared on her face one after another, and she finally sighed.

"Let's go, we will put more psychological pressure on Senior Brother Bao here!"

Everyone nodded, and walked out of the hospital with Feng'er.

With the cheers of all the contestants and the audience, the ultimate test of the most exciting final of the martial arts conference, the martial arts session finally kicked off!

After layers of selection and competition, the sixteen contestants who finally advanced to the conference booth walked up to the booth of the conference and drew lots from the hands of the referee in turn, and finally determined the serial number of the battle.

Pu Haoxiang watched a person walk by on the booth, and kept praying, "You must divide it evenly, don't fight in the same room!" ”

Life is a collection of changes, and the outcome is usually unexpected. Often, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Or rather, whatever you are afraid of, you will come!

So, therefore, very lucky, the final result was the opposite of Pu Haoxiang's prayer and begging. Taihe Daoist Hall in this kind of fair lottery link, got what they thought was the most unfair treatment, a total of four participating disciples, in addition to Feng'er and Pu Haoxiang were lucky, against the contestants of other gyms, the remaining second senior brother and fourth senior brother were extremely sad to be assigned to the same game, which means that a pair of senior brothers must be eliminated through a cruel martial arts battle!

Obviously, hearing this result, the four disciples of the Taihe Daoist Hall all seemed to be slapped by Ju Lang, and this unacceptable result caused the four of them to be speechless for two hours in a row, and finally Pu Haoxiang said the most representative answer.

"it!"

However, there is such a sentence that makes special sense, "The road you choose will be completed while crying; The final lottery drawn by yourself will be finished if you break your legs! ”

The second senior brother and the fourth senior brother glanced at each other, both helpless, with a slightly distressed and miserable look on their faces!

"Senior brother!"

"Senior brother!"

"Go all the way!"

After a proper and imperfect distribution of the competition, the first item of the martial arts fight will be held tomorrow, through the screening, sixteen into eight, then eight into four, and the last four contestants will go through the martial arts battle and the fate of the two competitions, and finally compete to come out of the final champion of the martial arts conference.

When the referee announced the rules, all the contestants were prepared for their best and the atmosphere became unusually depressing under their full attention.

"Game on!"

Eight standard competition rings slowly rise, and the sixteen contestants walk up in turn, and after saluting both sides, the important final begins.

"Hello, my name is Pu Haoxiang!"

Pu Haoxiang looked at the opponent with a meaty face on the other side, and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. Now that we have reached the final of the martial arts tournament, we are all highly skilled and can make the cut, and the slightest negligence in the battle can be a decisive condition and affect the outcome of the match.

"Come on, boy!"

The opponent didn't mean to ignore Pu Haoxiang, and when the referee announced the start, he shouted and hit him.

"You're in a hurry!"

Pu Haoxiang couldn't help but complain a few words in the face of such an opponent, and at the same time began to be vigilant, waiting for the opponent to get closer, and tentatively struck a blow.

"Yo yo, tsk!"

One touch is divided, Pu Haoxiang jumped out one meter away, and a tentative blow successfully detected the opponent's strength, but this power is really strong, Pu Haoxiang really has no confidence to connect hard, so he can only use his strengths and avoid weaknesses, and fight a guerrilla war aimed at consuming the opponent's physical strength.

"Come on!"

After making full strategic and tactical arrangements, Pu Haoxiang began to act, dantian lifted his breath, the pace was steady and fast, left and right around the opponent's body, in and out, his whereabouts were erratic, so that people could not catch traces at all, and he also used harassing attacks, the palm of his hand often attacked the opponent's body, although the damage caused was not large, but it was so cumulative that it was unbearable, therefore, the opponent's mood also became restless in extreme anger, disrupting normal rational judgment, There are slight loopholes in attack and defense, and once this loophole is caught by Pu Haoxiang, it will enter a dangerous situation.

"Woohoo!"

This kind of guerrilla combat is a relative attrition, and both sides of the battle are expending their physical strength all the time, so as the game progresses, the speed of both men slows down.

"Stinky boy, ***!"

Both of them stopped, looked at each other, and the smell of gunpowder was strong, so the emotions exploded, the potential was fired again, and the speed also increased significantly, once again entering a protracted guerrilla battle of attrition.

"Haha! Hit Hit Punch! ”

Pu Haoxiang fell into a kind of morbid madness, soaked in sweat, he seemed to have been sublimated, because of the fatigue and become heavy body, also stimulated, with the sound of the whirring wind, again and again with a moth to the fire like a resolute, rushed to the opponent's burly body in the ring.

"Mom's, let you go crazy, let you be cross, today you Xiang Grandpa, smash your little tsundere, bastard, take it!"

Cursing has become the best way to vent emotions and physical fatigue, Pu Haoxiang is like a runaway wandering dog, accidentally encountered that piece of salivating fat, so in a violent attitude, full of impact, happy impact, any obstacle, will face the end of being torn apart by the dog's teeth.

"Stinky boy! Exercise! ”

That opponent obviously made Pu Haoxiang lose his mind excitedly, no longer carefully discerning his direction, but opened his arms, and in this small ring, the impact turned, full of strength and anger of the arm, at this moment to carry out a kind of wanton harvesting, although there is no trace of tragedy, but in this oppressed air, unexpectedly, faintly, vaguely smelled a trace of blood!