After Liu Cheng finished the first lap, he arrogantly glanced back at Lin Feng, who was running at a constant speed, small, with your physique, you dare to come to the board, don't you humiliate you, you don't know the three eyes of the prince of the horse!

Two, three, four, up to ten. There was no reaction from the contestants, and the pace was still steady and strong. It's just that Lin Feng and the leader Liu Cheng have already opened nearly two circles, while Wei Sanyi and his gang are unhurriedly embellishing Liu Cheng. Lin Feng couldn't help but admire, this Wei San is very smart, and he knows how to use follow-up tactics.

On lap 12, it was already close to five kilometers, which was the first fatigue pole that ordinary people may encounter during a preliminary long-distance run. When Liu Cheng overtook Lin Feng for the third time, his legs had already begun to get tired, his heart seemed to jump out of his mouth, and his lips had become extremely dry, and when he found that this kid was still running unhurriedly, his speed had not slowed down at all, as if he was enjoying this game, his mood immediately became a little anxious.

At this time, the onlookers did not have the passionate shouts at the beginning, and kept shouting, and everyone couldn't stand it. Li Congqian was not at all interested, and he rushed to the track from time to time to cheer on the contestants. When he felt that the atmosphere was a little cold, he suddenly turned his head and saw the pastries and fruits that were left in the back and basically untouched. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he said to Li Yu, who was contemplating: "Brother, I want to eat pastries, let everyone come and eat a little, otherwise it won't be lively." ”

Li Yu was pondering the words to deal with this occasion. This kind of competition, although not as poetic as the banquet poems, but also reveals a healthy, exciting atmosphere and taste, such words are not easy to make! Hearing Li Congqian's voice, he didn't think about it, so he nodded and agreed.

Li Congqian immediately took the chicken feather as an arrow, and waved his hand to the subordinates near the rostrum: "Go, go and tell all the onlookers that King Zheng asked everyone to come and get some pastries and fruits to eat." ”

The servant was too busy to eat in the morning, and was salivating over the food in front of him, and immediately turned around and ran to the crowd not far away to announce it loudly. Originally, many people got up a little late in the morning, and they came directly to the martial arts field, without taking care of eating, and when they heard that there was such a good thing, everyone immediately surrounded them. However, after all, King Zheng was sitting on it, and a group of people still subconsciously slowed down, but the hand gave full play to the style of fast, accurate and ruthless, took a handful of things, turned around and left.

As soon as Li Yu, who was in deep thought, looked up and found this situation, he was about to ask what happened, when he saw Li Congqian, who was happily watching the excitement, and shook his head. Forget it, think about it, those words to describe love seem to be useless all of a sudden, since you can't chant a suitable poem, let's just have fun together. Thinking of what Lin Feng said, "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone", Li Yu's heart moved, and he summoned a subordinate: "You go to everyone and tell everyone, as long as you can go on the field and run ten laps around the outside circle, you will be rewarded with money." ”

Consistent money, this is already a not low reward. You must know that because people are in charge of food and housing, their wages in a month are only more than 100 tongbao.

It was like a basin of water poured into hot oil, and the crowd of onlookers exploded immediately. The slightly stronger men and all the guards all signed up, and a few stout middle-aged women even crowded over to ask to participate.

Li Congqian, who had already proclaimed himself the "chief arbitrator", agreed without stopping, and gave everyone a quarter of an hour to prepare. The crowd immediately scattered like startled sparrows.

At this time, Liu Cheng, who was still running wildly, had slowed down, but still surpassed Lin Feng by more than two laps. All the contestants also noticed the surrounding situation and couldn't help but be surprised.

Lin Feng was also wondering, what is this doing?

After a while, there were already people who were in a hurry to change their clothes and shoes, and the bits and pieces on their bodies were also removed, all of which were sold with Lin Feng.

When more and more people gathered on the outer lap of the starting point and began to move their legs and feet, Lin Feng couldn't help but want to laugh, this long-distance marathon and men's and women's small marathons were born in ancient China?

With Li Congqian's drum beating and abrupt stopping, the first mixed co-ed mini-marathon in Nantang officially began.

Thirty-four contestants walked like flying, jogging in small steps, or walking crookedly, and one extremely thin female contestant did not find suitable clothes for a while, and in a hurry, jogged with her hands on the green skirt, as elegant and strange as the wind blows the weak willows, becoming a bright color in this spectacle, and the scene was very beautiful.

At this moment, the rest of the audience is completely crazy, and there are always people who are familiar or close to the contestants, so "Come on, Ergoudan", "Sanya run!" The cheering voices have never stopped, making Lin Feng and Liu Cheng suddenly become supporting roles in their game.

Lin Feng's footsteps didn't stop, and his thoughts didn't stop.

The Art of War: Take from the top, only get it, take it from it, get it from it, only get it below. The ideal must be set a little higher and farther away, otherwise, the final result may be farther away from the ideal. Therefore, Lin Feng set his goals extremely grand: how to open the gap or through what way to become an influential person in this era, how to have and become a force that people in the world are eyeing and even decisive, and how to inject a positive and enterprising spirit and culture into this era.

As the number of laps increased, Lin Feng gradually had a clear plan for his future.

It was already the twentieth lap, and Lin Feng felt that his legs were starting to be as heavy as lead, and his thoughts were beginning to be a little confused and trance-like. He knew that his first pole was about to arrive. In this regard, Lin Feng is also very experienced, and he relaxes his spirit and limbs as much as possible, and begins to imagine some more relaxed and even romantic things, for example, there are really a few middle-class beauties among the onlookers, delicate and elegant, shy and colorful, real classical beauties, but I don't know how charming beauties such as Zhou Hou and Lady Niang can make Li Yu intoxicated? Especially after the Great Zhou, he is one year older than Li Yu, and now is the age of his prime, at least it should be at the level of the country's beauty and fragrance, and the disaster to the country and the people, right?

At this time, Liu Cheng, since he became Liu Yu's chief guard, he has basically put aside his daily practice. Although there were no problems in the first ten laps because of the foundation laid by the previous martial arts training, by the twentieth lap, he already clearly felt that he was not good. Because of his good face, he wore a strong suit made of silk satin, which was obviously much worse than the coarse cloth practice suit, and now, it was sticky and wet, and it was all stuck to the body; As for the shoes, I felt more and more awkward, and the outside of the soles of my feet began to ache.

Liu Cheng wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, and his eyes suddenly became a little blurry, how could this seemingly short runway seem endless?

And behind Liu Cheng, except for Wei San, Chen Li, and Zhao Tianba, who don't seem to have any major problems, Hanyu, Zhao Zanting, Chen Kai, and Huang Yishan's faces have begun to turn pale, and their legs are fluttering, and they have entered the "psychological pole" of novices or the false "fatigue pole" of adventurs. They are all martial arts masters, but after all, martial arts mainly focus on explosiveness, speed and strength in a short period of time, otherwise boxing and fighting competitions will not stipulate the time and specific number of rounds per round, and the two sides will fight directly on the stage to see who can't hold it is neither realistic nor good-looking.