In the ring, the game continues.

"Look, this is our player Yihu, a lion roar, directly making the opponent kneel on the ground, it is extremely tough!" Guo Dongdong continued to drive the atmosphere.

When the atmosphere rose rapidly and the whole stadium cheered, Guo Dongdong jumped into the ring and raised Zhang Sanpang's hand high: "There is no doubt that our winner this time is the red player: Yihu!"

"He gave us a fantastic game. Guo Dongdong raised Yihu's hand while shouting: "Actually, this is not the first game, this is already the third game of Yihu, and the game that made the enemy player kneel to the ground through the powerful lion roar!"

After the atmosphere was almost ignited, he handed the microphone to Zhang Sanpang's hand: "Yihu player, we crazy martial arts are new to Zhenzhou, can we share your feelings about winning and the wonders of the lion's roar to many viewers in Zhenzhou?"

Zhang Sanpang took the microphone, his expression was extremely solemn and adoring: "Here, I thank my master Brother Feng, his existence is as powerful as a god, it is he who taught me the lion roar skill, making me so powerful, so that I only need a roar, I can make the opponent kneel and even throw myself to the ground!"

While speaking, Zhang Sanpang did not forget to roar into the microphone, which immediately caused a group of fans to scream.

"Also, I would like to share a little secret with you. ”

"The lion's roar skill I performed, it also has a name, it's called 'Haoran Qi'!"

"Thank you all for watching me, I love you and I hope you can love me!"

After Zhang Sanpang said a few words, he bowed to the crowd in the stadium, and finally in a cheer, he jumped out of the ring and returned to the backstage.

......

Below, when the middle-aged man heard Zhang Sanpang say that Master Fengge was still as powerful as a god, and what else was the lion's roar, the disdain and hatred on his face became a little stronger.

"Akai, Ahua, let's go backstage. After the middle-aged man said to the two teenagers beside him, he walked straight to the backstage.

He wants to meet the person in charge of the mad martial arts, and then order him to rectify the content and rules of the game.

Now that the aura has recovered, the state attaches great importance to the martial cultivators.

And what he wants to do is to promote and publicize the status of martial cultivators, but he can't let crazy martial arts such a deceptive thing misguide the people's perception of martial cultivators.

......

As soon as Zhang Sanpang walked backstage, Fang Chengjun walked over, full of enthusiasm: "Fatty, your performance in Zhenzhou this time is very good, congratulations, take the first step to become a superstar!"

While speaking, Fang Chengjun wrote an invoice and handed it to Zhang Sanpang: "This is your reward for the Zhenzhou competition this time." ”

Zhang Sanpang took the invoice and looked down, well, 50,000 yuan.

Yes, it's really much faster than being a broken agent to make money.

Zhang Sanpang nodded, he used to be an economist, and he spoke mellow and neatly: "Xie Fang's support, I will become a superstar, and in the end, I will not make money for you." ”

"Let's all make money for Brother Feng!" Fang Chengjun laughed, and hurriedly added: "By the way, fat man, if you can contact Brother Feng, don't forget to say a word, let's sit down to eat and massage together when we are free." ”

Since seeing Zhang Sanpang's skills in the ring, Fang Chengjun has become more respectful of Li Feng, who taught him skills.

Even the title has changed from the original Li Feng to Brother Feng.

Now in the world of aura recovery, Fang Chengjun knows that a powerful existence like Li Feng will become more and more popular in the future, and he must seize the opportunity to get acquainted with Li Feng's big Buddha.

While the two were chatting, a middle-aged man in a gray loose robe walked over, followed by two immature teenagers of fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Who is the head of the Mad Martial Arts. The middle-aged man with a serious face said coldly,

Suddenly, more than a dozen contestants in the entire backstage, Zhang Sanpang and Fang Chengjun all turned their heads to look at the place where the voice came from.

Fang Chengjun's brows furrowed slightly, and he took half a step forward: "I am the person in charge, may I ask who you are?"

The middle-aged man had a cold face, he waved his hand slightly, and suddenly his clothes rose without wind.

When they saw this scene, everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath slightly and their eyes widened.

The art of resisting qi!

It can accurately control the release of aura, and this kind of martial art can generally be easily controlled by a great martial artist or a senior martial artist with different talents.

In other words, the middle-aged man in the gray loose robe in front of him was at least a high-level martial artist!

In an uproar and shock, the middle-aged man slowly spoke: "I am Hua Qingyang, vice president of the Nanhe Provincial Martial Arts Association, a senior martial artist!"

Although he had expected that the identity of the person who came was not ordinary, when he really heard his identity and level, more than a dozen contestants in the entire backstage, Zhang Sanpang, Fang Chengjun and others were still shocked.

Everyone stared at the middle-aged man and looked at it carefully.

Small eyes, wide nose bridge, large mouth, knife cut face...... This face seems to be indeed the vice president of the Nanhe Provincial Martial Arts Association, President Hua Qingyanghua!

Fang Chengjun's attitude immediately turned 180 degrees: "President Hua, why didn't you say a word to us when you greeted the master!?"

Now that the world's aura is reviving and martial arts are rising, the vice president of the Nanhe Provincial Martial Arts Association, the martial arts cultivator in charge of the entire Nanhe Province, such positions are self-evident.

"First of all, now that the world's aura is reviving and martial arts are rising, martial cultivators really need to publicize more, so that ordinary people have more correct understanding of martial cultivators. Your act of organizing a program to promote martial cultivators through actual combat is commendable. ”

Hua Qingyang glanced at Fang Chengjun lightly, and after first praising him, his face immediately turned cold, and he snorted heavily, criticizing unceremoniously: "But! What ordinary people need to know is positive, practical, and real martial arts cultivators." It's not your wanton packaging, grandstanding, and deception!"

"This kind of behavior of yours will lead ordinary people to have a wrong perception of martial cultivators, which is a serious hindrance to the normal development of martial cultivators!"

Listening to Director Hua's sharp criticism, Fang Chengjun was very aggrieved: "President Hua, although we do have what you said about wanton packaging and grandstanding, this is to ensure the effect of the show." But I assure you that all sensationalism is also within the rules, and there is not much fiction. As for deception...... I feel that what you said is a little biased. ”

Not only Fang Chengjun, but also a group of other contestants echoed one by one: "Yes, President Hua, I am an intermediate martial artist, and fighting in the ring is also a real fight." Although it is true that there are match-fixing, it is also within the regulations and is not excessive. ”

"Yes, we have a match-fixing match in the ring, but what you said about deception, President Hua, is a bit too much. ”

Listening to Fang Chengjun's quibbles and the echoes of many contestants, Hua Qingyang's face became a little more gloomy.

"Within the rules? is not too much?" he snorted heavily, and directly stretched out his hand to Zhang Sanpang, who was standing in the distance: "Nicknamed Yihu, a Shaolin disciple, he has been practicing lion roar for decades?