The camera footage at the scene gave Ling Qingfeng an oversized close-up of his face, and when his face appeared on the big screen, the audience was in an uproar.

Although there was a cut on his cheek and blood flowed out, Ling Qingfeng had a satisfied smile and smiled brightly.

"Did he get his brain broken? Actually smirked! "A lot of people have weird ideas.

Only the Blue Emperor and Bai Wujian under the ring vaguely understood something.

"Finally a little bit of a feeling! Just now, there is a taste of riding on horseback! I didn't expect that my horse steps could be practiced further, and sure enough, I have motivation because of pressure! ”

"Come again!" Ling Qingfeng shouted, but the joy in his voice could not be concealed.

Jing Tao looked at this guy's bright smile like sunshine, and began to have some doubts in his heart.

"My hands and feet have all burst out of the holes, and the strength is infinite, but I can't hold him and kill him! Is he really that strong? ”

"No matter! I'm going to win the fighting championship! I'm going to cripple you! Jing Tao strengthened his confidence again, turned around and threw out a long whip leg, kicking Ling Qingfeng's head.

Ling Qingfeng's spirit at this moment had been highly concentrated to an unprecedented degree, and he leaned slightly to avoid this heavy whip.

Jing Tao's body center of gravity changed in time, his toes touched the ground, his calves exerted force, and he flew up with a knee punch, pushing towards Ling Qingfeng's jaw.

Ling Qingfeng still didn't fight back, but deftly took a step back, calmly dodging the blow again.

Just now, Ling Qingfeng suddenly discovered that the horse step had squatted high and deep, and his body style and speed had also been greatly improved. I had never thought that the horse step really squatted on the horse's back, just between a static and a movement, the starting force was greater, and the speed was naturally faster.

At this moment, although in the ring, although the opponent's strength was inexplicably heavy, Ling Qingfeng was playing a little happily. I know that as long as I am hit by my opponent's fists and kicks that are as hard as steel, I will probably not be able to bear it, but the more I experience and feel under this pressure, the more clear and vivid it is.

Jing Tao blasted out seven or eight moves in a row, whether it was a knee hit, a kick, an elbow strike, or a straight punch, under Ling Qingfeng's accelerated version of the Bagua step, all that hit was air.

Obviously, in this small arena space, he couldn't even touch the corners of other people's clothes, and this feeling of being so depressed that he was about to vomit blood made Jing Tao very uncomfortable, depressed, and even a little inexplicably panicked.

Only a few real masters saw the change in the situation between the two, while the vast majority of the audience shouted with dissatisfaction.

"Damn! What are you doing? Head to head! It's not a race run again! ”

The mentality of these audience members in the audience is really strange, when the fight was so tragic just now, everyone couldn't bear it, and now they started to fight, and they think that the game is not fierce enough, they can't punch to the flesh, and they don't think it's anything to see.

Insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness. Some people even began to think that Ling Qingfeng was too vegetable, he only knew how to dodge, and sooner or later he would be caught by others and put down with one punch.

Some people also think that Ling Qingfeng is using guerrilla tactics, and when the opponent is out of strength, it will naturally be easy to deal with.

But everyone has such a vague impression in their hearts, that is, whether it is Ling Qingfeng or Jing Tao, these two are probably not really powerful masters, and the ring match is like this, one can only escape, and the other can't catch up, this scene really looks a little silly.

Only Zhong Fengyu, the master of national arts in the host's seat, crossed his hands and gently supported his chin, he looked at the two people in the ring blankly, but the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

Is this still a competition between police academies? One is most likely a master who used a secret method to stimulate his acupuncture points, successfully released the potential of his body, became infinitely powerful, and his lethality skyrocketed, but the other relied on the Bagua step, as flexible as a swimming fish, and could not be caught at all. Such a high-level competition, let alone here, is extremely difficult to appreciate even in the martial arts world.

Why did all these good seedlings enter the police academy? This is so unscientific!

Compared with the audience, Jing Tao, who is the party concerned, is about to go crazy now, he clearly feels that he is full of strength all over his body, and he can crack the stone with a single move, but he can't beat this Ling Qingfeng, what a hell!

Finally, when Ling Qingfeng felt that the opponent was putting less and less pressure on him, he suddenly stood still.

Seeing that the other party finally didn't move, Jing Tao was overjoyed and smashed his fist straight into the other party's door.

The punch still erupted with extremely heavy force, blasting the air and hissing.

The iron fist went straight to the front door, Ling Qingfeng didn't even frown, he took a deep breath at the same time, his qi and strength were combined, his intention was in harmony with his spirit, and his palms were pushed out, facing Jing Tao's fist.

A hideous smile flashed on Jing Tao's face, he knew how powerful his punch was, and he wanted to block me with his palm? No way!

Ling Qingfeng's palms were pushed out halfway, and he suddenly sank his elbows, turning his palms into claws, and his ten fingers joined together, clasping Jing Tao's fist.

Ten toes grasp the ground, steady the horse's steps, waist together, buckle the ten fingers, and sink down.

Jing Tao only felt that his fist power was like a mud cow entering the sea, as if it was hit in the air, and his wrist was tightened, and the whole person was involuntarily dragged towards the tilt by a huge force, and he couldn't even stand still.

Click! There was a crisp cracking sound in the ring, and a sharp pain came from the wrist. Jing Tao's eyes widened, and his face was incredulous.

Because his wrist had already been broken, it was easily broken by Ling Qingfeng's sinking and dragging it with the strength of his whole body.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! Jing Tao screamed in pain, fear made his physical strength disappear quickly, he didn't understand, he really didn't understand, he was obviously a steel and iron bone, he kept knocking with a stick, and burst open the acupoint, how could his wrist be broken inexplicably!

"Now, you can tell me, what's going on with that mysterious man, right?" Ling Qingfeng looked calm and asked indifferently.

Jing Tao was furious, he was originally going to win the first place in the big martial arts competition, but he didn't expect to break his wrist in the first game, which broke his thoughts!

"You go to die!" Jing Tao held his wrist and kicked out a wild hurricane under his feet, straight to the opponent's bottom. Body, he has already let it go, ignoring the rules of the game and the outcome of the game, he just wants this kid's life!

Ling Qingfeng seemed to be expecting the enemy prophet, opened his thighs, still took a horse step, and let the other party's foot smoothly break into the middle palace and smash Huanglong.

Immediately afterwards, his thighs suddenly closed, just like the ancient famous generals opened the city gate to lure the enemy and then closed the city gate, the thigh muscles tensed, one closed and one closed, one clamped and one twisted, like a gear clenched.

Turning his palms into knives, his shots were like lightning, and Ling Qingfeng slashed at Jing Tao's calf with one palm.

Click! There was another crisp and creepy sound, and Jing Tao's calf was also broken.

First with the violent ape bone-breaking hand with the strength of the whole body, with the strongest to hit the enemy the weakest, taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's punch old power has been exhausted, the new force has not been born, broke his wrist, and lured the enemy with his body, and finally used the Bagua palm knife to break the opponent's calf bone.

Ling Qingfeng's whole set of playing style is like an antelope hanging on its horns, imaginative and nowhere to be found. Although Jing Tao burst the acupuncture points and had infinite strength, he was too backward in terms of moves, except for the first time when he almost succeeded in smothering his knees, there was almost no chance in the back.

In the final analysis, Muay Thai's style of play is too simple, there is neither a wrestling method nor an anti-joint technique, and Jing Tao's own Muay Thai moves have not been practiced at home, completely relying on the strength of the explosion point, relying on high-frequency hard attacks, when he meets Ling Qingfeng, who has mastered the essence of national arts, he is naturally not an opponent.

This is like a bison, relying on its height and strength, no matter how strong it is, it can't beat the tiger and leopard.

Bang! Jing Tao's lower leg was fractured, his center of gravity was unstable, and he finally fell to the ground. These two changes came so quickly that the audience didn't even have time to exclaim before the battle ended.

"Ling Qingfeng of the Beijing Police Team wins!" When the beautiful host reported the results of the ring match, the audience was still silent, and no one could understand why Ling Qingfeng, who had been at a disadvantage, how could he say that he would win, could it be that those dodges just now were all teasing everyone?

Seeing that the reaction of the audience was really a little cold, Zhong Fengyu finally grabbed the microphone and explained to everyone: "In the battle just now, if I am not mistaken, Ling Qingfeng should have made a breakthrough on the spot and realized something new, so there is an ending that looks completely reversed, you don't have to wonder, Ling's understanding is very high, and he is a very good player!" ”

Zhong Fengyu felt that he could only say this, and he couldn't say more. Because Ling Qingfeng still has to play next, if he continues, it is equivalent to exposing his reality to other opponents in advance. As a master and commentator of Guoshu, Zhong Fengyu has seen a lot, but there is only so little he can say.

"Let's move on to the draw to determine the contestants!" Yang Yanan interjected and said in a bright voice.

In the ensuing ring fight, Qu Jie of the Lin Zhonghu team met Yan Yun of the Huguang team, and Yan Yun ended the match with a ferocious head hammer after eight minutes of hard fighting with his superb sanda skills.

And Wang Lin of the Tiannan team was very unlucky, because the opponent he met was Hua Hanyi, who ranked first on the Qingyun list.

Hua Hanyi was about to appear, and the audience inside and outside the stage were all jubilant, all waiting for the wonderful performance of the last session, but Wang Lin of the Tiannan team expressed his willingness to abstain from voting to the jury, which immediately caused a boo.

Obviously, the Tiannan team is not ready to face Hua Hanyi, and they don't think their players have the strength to challenge Hua Hanyi. Out of respect for the Chinese Police Academy and the team, they chose to abstain voluntarily. (To be continued.) )