One person, kicking like a tide, attacking and beating violently.

One person, motionless as a mountain, parrying to death.

Xu Zhiguan saw the rise, and it could be seen that Yu Xuanji should have been hit by some special ability, and it was difficult to support it when he was beaten by Song Yu, like a small boat in a storm, and there was a danger of subversion at any time.

Ability talent is a kind of hole card for cultivators, but it is not to hide and not use, how to correctly cut into the battle, but it has to be used countless times before you can have experience.

A good ability talent is like adding a knife to a cultivator, and if it can't be used, the knife is useless.

Gu Yuxi said that if the ability talent can be used, it must be used more and practiced more in order to become his right-hand man.

If it is those passive ability talents, such as improving the familiarity and training effect of a certain weapon, it naturally does not matter, and the cultivator has such an external assistant, which can save a lot of time.

But if it's an active ability, you have to control and release it yourself, and how to master the timing is a skill for the opponent.

There are quite a few people who have already been beaten down before they even have time to use their ability talents.

But if you encounter a strong enemy, and you have a talent to support it in time, it is likely to be another scene.

Yu Xuanji closed his eyes, he wouldn't listen to the wind and argue, the reason why he closed his eyes was that he was also taking out his own unique skill at the bottom of the box.

Song Yu took advantage of this opportunity to kick Yu Xuanji's body with a quick kick, his footwork is changeable, he can kick up and down.

It's just that it is not a life-and-death battle at this time, Song Yu is still merciful, flying out with one foot, jumping towards Yu Xuanji's chest, if he kicks, at most one or two bones will be broken, and it will not be seriously injured.

If it is a sinister and evil man, he will naturally kick wherever he is powerful, and he will be fatally kicked wherever he is.

Yu Xuanji's eyes opened suddenly, and he reached out and grabbed Song Yu's feet.

His counterattack came so quickly that Song Yu was caught off guard.

With just one move, Song Yu threw himself directly to the ground, and when he passed the move, it was difficult for one leg to support his body.

The shortcomings of the bright legs were too conspicuous, and Song Yu's leg method was not cultivated to the point where he could ignore this negligence.

"I lost" Yu Xuanji said suddenly, and after he finished speaking, he jumped out of the ring without saying a word.

"Why did Yu Xuanji lose, didn't he fight back and overturn Song Yu just now?"

Shang Qianqiu was crazy, the battle was changing rapidly, and the two had only been fighting each other for two or three minutes, and she didn't understand it at all.

"It's Yu Xuanji who lost" Xu Zhi said: "Song Yu changed his move in front, Yu Xuanji reacted in the back, if Song Yu kicked out according to his leg, Yu Xuanji was afraid that he would be injured a lot." ”

Xu Zhi saw that Song Yu's leg was originally going to kick the opponent's lower abdomen, but the contraction was changed to kicking the chest.

And Yu Xuanji's probing hand grabbed it, although it was extremely ingenious, it was a beat slower than Song Yu.

The champion is still Song Yu, and under the ring, some juniors can't understand it, so they ask their elders or peers who understand it.

"Cut, is this guy forcibly whitewashing himself" Shang Qianqiu was dissatisfied, her impression of Song Yu was too bad.

Xu Zhi thought about Song Yu's words and deeds, but felt that the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was not so scheming.

In the face of the nearly 100 onlookers who were able to perform this kind of performance without changing their faces, it should be a subconscious action to switch legs and attack other places.

In this case, this man is not bad.

"Wangjing Gongsun Du, please also ask Brother Song for advice."

Another teenager came on the field, and after this person had measured his strength, he sat on the ground and waited for Song Yu to recover his physical fitness.

Song Yu hugged his fists and said: "Brother Gongsun doesn't have to be like this, my physical strength is fine, I have heard for a long time that there are many masters in Wangjing's peers, and it seems that I can see it today." ”

After speaking, Song Yu opened his posture and waited for Gongsun Du to respond.

"In this way, you have to take advantage of three points, Brother Song, please go all out, I have always been insignificant, and I may not be able to stop it, please forgive me."

Gongsun Du's tone was humble, but between his words, he didn't seem to put Song Yu in his eyes.

"Please advise" Song Yu frowned, he knew a little about Dengfeng and Hua'an, the children of the family, if he was far away to the provincial capital, he would never have heard of it, after all, it was not a competition in the same place, and no one had the leisure to know so much.

He had just visually inspected Gongsun Du's fist strength test, and with just a light blow, the reported number was exactly three hundred kilograms, how could a person who could control his strength to such a point not be able to control his hand.

He made up his mind and didn't give any chance at the beginning, after all, this was what Gongsun Du asked for himself.

If you want to step on him Song Yu is famous in Dengfeng and Hua'an, you have to ask if his legs agree.

"The surname Gongsun is not the son of the Gongsun family in the provincial capital."

Shang Zhengan pointed at Gongsun Du and said to Song Gongming: "If it is really the people of Wangjing's family, their practice of qi and martial arts is not ordinary, I am afraid that your son will be hanging."

"Fall quickly, fall quickly."

Song Gongming was overjoyed, and after stealing three pieces, the chess board was finally twisted for him.

Now, it is Shang Zheng'an who has lost the upper hand, as long as he falls two or three more sons, Shang Zheng'an's game of chess, pills.

"You're not worried at all, look, your son is still preemptive, and even the ability talent has been turned on, this ability talent is hallucination, it's quite good to transform into your legs," Shang Zhengan commented.

"The leg method is still a little immature, I said, Brother Gongming, you also need to spend a little more effort on your son, practice it well, look, here is a flaw, yes, that grandson boy has caught a flaw."

Shang Zhengan slowly fell down.

He doesn't want to lose so fast, now he is the loser, Song Gongming is the winner, the loser naturally has to think more, even if he can't win the chess, he can delay time and disgust the opponent.

In that case, Song Gongming's pleasure of winning chess will drop a lot.

Shang Zhengan praised his wit very much, but it was obviously a good chess situation, how to play, it became a disadvantage, and now it has come to a dead end.

"Brother Zheng'an, Luozi, I'm done"

"Don't worry, Brother Gongming, wait for me to think about it, hey, you see, Song Yu's leg is kicking very well now, but the Gongsun kid is also very good."

Shang Zhengan pinched the white child, but he never fell, and the anxious Song Gongming glanced at Shang Zhengan's hand, and then at the ring in the distance.

Shang Zhengan doesn't have the conditions for his position, he is in the ring with his back to the ring, and if he wants to watch the fight, he can only turn his head to look, and Song Gongming, when he looks up, he can see that he is not worried about Shang Zhengan stealing the son at all, if he is stolen under his nose, he picks out his eyes.

Lao Tzu's eyes are like torches!

Song Gongming thought proudly, he hadn't won for a long time with such twists and turns, so cool, and the feeling of turning defeat into victory was really wonderful, it was a twist and turn.

"It seems that the grandson boy is not very affected by hallucinations, tsk, dangerous, your son is dangerous."

Shang Zhengan patted Song Gongming, who was staring at the chessboard.

"Half a catty and eight taels, ah,... his grandmother's. ”

Song Gongming stood up suddenly, and three white seeds quietly fell from his pocket.

In the ring, Song Yu was knocked away by Gongsun Du's punch.

Large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.