After fighting hard for a few moves, Xuan Qing took advantage of the opportunity of a spinning and flying kick, raised his hand, and threw out two flying knives, which pierced Fu Changding's eyes.

At the same time, both hands shook, and a pair of Emei thorns slipped out of the sleeves and were held in Xuanqing's hands.

"Tangmen flying knife, Wudang Emei stab!"

There were also commentators at the scene, exclaiming to explain the moves of both sides to the audience.

Fu Changding didn't listen distractedly, he was overshadowed by lime, so when Xuanqing turned around and shook his hand, he became vigilant, and he dodged the flying knife with a short body.

This dodge fell into Xuanqing's rhythm.

He used a pair of Emei thorns superbly, and the tip of the thorn narrowly slashed Fu Changding's cheek several times, bringing out the blood marks.

This is the first time he has been injured since he came to power!

"Poison?"

Fu Changding didn't have to be forcibly paralyzed this time, his face was numb for a while, and he couldn't make any expression.

[Playing with these small means, some of them fall into the bottom...]

Fu Changding shook his head secretly in his heart, this tool man is still not very qualified.

He kicked again, this time with a poke foot, and there were already signs of Dacheng.

The blood is restrained, and the feet are silent.

Xuanqing also thought that Fu Changding had not learned the basic tactics, and still used the shadowless leg to resist, and as a result, the calf was directly poked with a bloody hole.

Clang!

A crisp metal impact sounded, and the flesh and skin membranes on Xuanqing's calves were pierced, and Fu Changding's boots directly hit his leg bones.

Xuanqing's face changed drastically, and he wanted to retreat and adjust.

Fu Changding was unforgiving, and used the skills of inch fist on his legs, bursting out several times in a short distance, and poking a few blood holes in his calves.

"I throw in the towel!"

Xuanqing hurriedly admitted defeat, most of the calf muscles in his left leg were destroyed, and if he continued, he would seek death.

"Rubbish!"

"What about match-fixing, right?"

"What about stadium management? With such an obvious match-fixing, is there anyone else in charge? ”

The people in the audience gradually collapsed, and the drinks and snacks in their hands were thrown at Xuanqing, who was walking towards the players' passage in embarrassment.

There were even people who lost their minds and wanted to make a move with the second-grade peak martial artist, but fortunately, they were taken down by the security fence of the venue.

That night, dozens of spectators walked to the Huangpu River together, yelled "the sky has no eyes", and jumped down for a winter swim.

Of course, that's another story...

........

In the ring, Fu Changding was a little distracted, and he didn't continue the pursuit, and got off the stage by himself, "It's boring..."

The paralysis on his face disappeared after he mobilized his qi and blood to wash it out.

It is still difficult for a warrior to be poisoned when he is on guard.

Unless you use those poisonous flowers and poisonous herbs with abundant energy in the cave, ordinary poisons are basically useless to martial artists.

So if Xuanqing didn't use poison, he could still look up at the other party.

After all, it is okay to practice the two low-grade combat methods of Wudang Emei Thorn and Shadowless Leg to the fullest.

The other party has the same problem as him, and two or more tactics have not been able to be combined to form their own combat system.

Therefore, when switching tactics to make moves, there will be a pause, which is considered a flaw.

Of course, this kind of thing, as you become more experienced in combat, you will gradually be able to find your own path.

Fu Changding has a dream battlefield, and he has already blended it if he wants to blend it.

He was just too lazy to waste time at this time, and wanted to wait until he learned the middle-grade combat method before cultivating.

Offstage, Fang Ping saw Fu Changding coming over, with a look of compassion and couldn't bear to look at him directly, "It's broken..."

Zhao Xuemei wanted to say something, but was faintly threatened by Fang Ping with her eyes, so she could only pull the corners of her mouth and look up at the sky.

Fu Changding rolled his eyes, stepped forward and touched Fang Ping's head, his face was also full of pity, "Don't play tricks with me with your IQ!" ”

"Get out!"

Fang Ping shook off Fu Changding's hand with a dark face, sure enough, strength is king. When you can't play people, you can also use your fists to care for it.

Now I can't get a pit, and I can't beat it, it's so uncomfortable.

Fu Changding shrugged his shoulders, but unfortunately Fang Ping was not bald now, and his hand felt a little worse.

As for the broken phase or something... Can he himself still not know?

Just this little skin injury, that is, it looks scary now, don't worry about it, you will be fine tomorrow.

Lu Fengrou led them to the backstage, "Do you have any insights?" ”

"Rhythm, when you're evenly matched, rhythm is important."

Fu Changding touched his chin, "But I don't seem to be able to find my own rhythm, there are ghost steps in the attack, and the slow-paced attack and defense have the basic leg method of pile skills and Dacheng."

Even if I fall into a disadvantage temporarily, I can rely on comprehensive tactics to defend against it, waiting for the enemy to reveal a flaw and kill him with one blow.

So, is my rhythm improvised? ”

"So to speak."

Lu Fengrou said as she walked, "Actually, your tactics are more comprehensive, so there is no need to find your own rhythm."

All you need to do is force the enemy into a rhythm that they are not familiar with while fighting.

You were very stupid just now, Xuanqing showed a shadowless leg at the Dacheng level, you should fight him close and not give him a chance to make a leg.

You actually fought with the other party in the leg method, and used the basic leg method to fight the lower leg method.

The other party consumes 10 calories of qi and blood, and you have to consume at least 12 calories, which is extremely stupid! ”

Lu Fengrou said, her tone took a turn, "Of course, Xuanqing also knows his weaknesses, and he also specializes in practicing the Emei thorn, which is another way to put it." ”

"Isn't it idle and boring... By the way, let's see if he has the ability to polish my tactics. ”

Fu Changding shook his hand, "The progress is too fast, and the mastery of qi and blood has declined a little, it's really a headache..."

Negative energy from Lu Fengrou +666!

Negative energy from Zhao Xuemei +24! +24！ ...

"What's the matter with your qi and blood?"

Lu Fengrou didn't pay attention to Fu Changding's tricks, but her face was serious, "I fought three games in a row and played two bladder games."

In the end, there was still eighty percent of the qi and blood, and this recovery speed was not like ordinary people. ”

"I don't know, there may be some small mutations."

Fu Changding habitually shrugged his shoulders, "I found out when I was quenching my bones, ordinary people can't quench bone marrow, I seem to be able to." ”

As soon as the words fell, Fu Changding was grabbed by Lu Fengrou and held the back of his neck in his hand, and he could only face full of grief and indignation, "Teacher, pay attention to the impact!" I'm the face of the Demon Martial Arts, save me a little face! ”

Made, isn't this the treatment of Fang Ping in the original book?

Lao Tzu wore it, why did he help him prevent the disaster?!

"Really tempered to the bone marrow?"

Lu Fengrou had a confused expression, the last time she was in the Martial Arts Club, when she carried Fu Changding away, she was almost forty pounds lighter than now.

In a month, Fu Changding tempered 23 bones, weighing more than 20 catties at the top.

The extra dozen pounds, it can't be that you are taller, right?

She let go of her hand, "Have you checked it yourself?" ”

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PS: Super thank you for the tips from the two guest officers [Shallow Disturbance, Shadow Shadow]!