The principal of Kungo Academy also came.

The provincial martial arts competition, this is a big event, he worked hard to get the school's No. 1 Li Nan to sign up successfully.

He is looking forward to Li Nan being able to play a little longer in the competition, and no matter how he says, he can earn some light for the school.

When he saw Li Nan step forward to confront Liu Pengcheng, the principal was excited.

It's finally time to play, Li Nan, you have to come on!

Then, Li Nan spoke: "I will descend the dragon and ...... eighteen palms."

When he heard this, the headmaster was almost on the verge of collapse.

What are you doing, classmate Li Nan, classmate Li Nan, how can you talk nonsense on such an important occasion?

Eighteen palms of the dragon, that is a trick in the martial arts novel TV series, and it has nothing to do with reality.

Soon, the principal heard all directions, and a group of viewers began to talk about Li Nan trivially, saying that Li Nan was fascinated by reading martial arts novels, and even directly said that he was insane.

In addition to being speechless, the principal also had an extremely serious feeling of humiliation.

What the hell is this, Li Nan, are you here to be an actor to harm our Kunwu Martial Academy.

......

Chairman Hua Qingyang was drinking tea.

Well, Fang Chengjun, the person in charge of the Crazy Martial Arts, is still very discerning, and it seems that it is not wrong to let him come over this time.

To hold a martial arts cultivator's competition, you have to pay attention to a truth!

Only when it is true can it be more easily accepted by everyone, and only when more people have a correct understanding of martial arts can martial arts really rise.

There's a long way to go.

Just as Hua Qingyang was about to swallow the tea in the cup in his hand into his stomach, the voice in the ring suddenly came into his ears.

"My name is Li Nan...... It will descend the eighteen palms of the dragon, and it will be the breath of Haoran......"

Burst!

Hua Qingyang spit out the tea in his mouth on the spot, and countless questions surfaced in his heart.

WHAT！

What the hell?

This is a provincial-level junior competition, why is everyone mixed in.

Just when Hua Qingyang was not very happy in his heart, Zhang Sanpang, who had never spoken on the side, spoke: "President Hua, hasn't our provincial martial arts competition always paid attention to a truth, why did this little guy say that he would descend the dragon eighteen palms and the aura of Haoran." ”

This is a very normal sentence, but when it is said at this moment, it is full of mockery.

Hua Qingyang glanced at Zhang Sanpang unhappily: "It's just a fool mixed in the competition, and you will know the truth as soon as you compete." ”

Zhang Sanpang didn't continue to respond, but the corners of his mouth were a little good-looking.

Mixed in with a big fool?

Who is the fool, we will find out later.

That Li Nan, but the younger brother of the god-like Brother Feng, will definitely not be inferior in strength.

......

In the ring, when Liu Pengcheng heard Li Nan's words, he immediately burst into laughter.

"What are you kidding, do you have a problem with your head?"

"What else is the eighteen palms of the dragon, what is the spirit of Haoran, you have read too many martial arts novels. Moreover, you are a junior martial artist, why do you say that you slapped me away with one palm. ”

After some laughter, Liu Pengcheng's face turned cold, he clenched his fists, and punched Li Nan, still drinking in his mouth: "I think, I punched you away!"

Seeing Liu Pengcheng's punch like a bamboo, Li Nan was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, but slowly circulated the innate nine yin in his body, waving his hands gently.

Immediately afterwards, at the moment when Liu Pengcheng's fist swung in, Li Nan also slapped the dragon with the same move.

Li Nan's palm is light and fluttering, and the speed is not as fast as Liu Pengcheng's fist, and outsiders seem to have no too much strength, but the internal force contained and repulsed inside is domineering and aggressive.

"Peng!"

The fist handed over, and there was a muffled sound, and then, Liu Pengcheng, who had won four consecutive games, was under the attention of nearly 1,000 people in the entire stadium...... Fly out!

Yes, fly out!

With his feet off the ground, the whole person flew directly five or six meters away, and fell hard under the ring.

The two fought in less than three seconds.

The man in the suit who acted as the referee was also stunned when he saw this scene, and after a full three or five seconds, he said into the microphone in a surprised tone: "Won...... Li Nan won, and Li Nan knocked Liu Pengcheng out with the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, ending Liu Pengcheng's four-game winning streak!"

......

The stadium, which was already uncalm, was even more uncalm at the moment with Liu Pengfei being shot away, and with the words of the man in the suit.

One by one, the viewers stared wide-eyed, their eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

"What's the situation, Liu Pengcheng was really filmed off. ”

"Liu Pengcheng's fist is so powerful, it can't withstand the opponent's palm?"

"Is he really a junior martial artist? The strength of a junior martial artist shouldn't be so great. ”

"His palm speed is not fast, and it doesn't seem to have much power, but he knocked the other party away, is it really the eighteen palms of the dragon descending?"

"And, I think it might be a match-fixing match played by the opponent. ”

......

Zhang Sanpang's eyes widened and he gasped.

Although he had already guessed that under the guidance of Brother Feng, Li Nan would definitely lie down Liu Pengcheng, but he didn't expect that it would be so easy.

One palm kill, this is really a one-palm kill.

That seemingly fluttering palm, when it directly collided with the opponent's fist, it actually knocked it five or six meters away, what kind of strength is this...... Also, is this really the eighteen palms of the dragon descending in martial arts novels?

Obediently, this palm is a little too powerful.

Zhang Sanpang turned his head and looked at Li Feng, who was sitting as steadily as Mount Tai beside him, with a look of admiration, and then slowly gave a thumbs up: "Brother Feng, awesome!"

Fang Chengjun also turned his head, and like Zhang Sanpang, he gave Li Feng a thumbs up, repeating the four words in Zhang Sanpang's mouth: "Brother Feng, awesome!"

Feeling the worshipful eyes and attitudes of the two, Li Feng waved his hand indifferently: "It's all a small means, calm down, continue to watch." ”

......

The most confused is President Hua Qingyang.

Liu Pengcheng, who had won four games in a row just now and was almost invincible with a chain of punches, was unexpectedly beaten out by the opponent.

The most important thing is that the speed of that palm that seems to be soft is not fast, how can it burst out with such a powerful force?

When he saw this scene, Hua Qingyang's first feeling was: fake, this fake!

Just now, in front of Fang Chengjun and Zhang Sanpang, he strongly condemned that now that martial arts are rising, it is necessary to ensure the authenticity of the martial arts cultivator competition.

But in the blink of an eye, such a false thing happened in the martial arts competition held by himself.

Hua Qingyang angrily put the cup on the table, turned his head directly and said to the secretary who was following him: "Bring me the person in charge of the Yang Martial Arts Association!"

"Yes, President Hua. The secretary answered and hurriedly ran away.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in his thirties, more than 1.6 meters tall, came to Hua Qingyang's side under the leadership of his secretary.

The middle-aged man looked at Hua Qingyang, who was full of anger, his body trembled lightly in fright, and he bowed slightly: "President Hua, I am Ling Zhe, the head of the Yang Martial Arts Association, are you looking for me?"

Hua Qingyang's face was cold: "I have been emphasizing, I have been emphasizing, now that the martial arts are rising, it is necessary to ensure the authenticity of the martial arts cultivator competition." ”

"You tell me, that kid on the stage is just a low-level martial artist, what else is it to use the eighteen palms of the dragon to knock the other party out of the ring. ”

After being reprimanded by Hua Qingyang a few times, Ling Zhe's body trembled: "President, this Li Nan is from the local Kunwu Martial Academy, I will call the president of the Kunwu Martial Academy." ”

After speaking, the short Ling Zhe hurriedly turned around and ran in the direction where Dean Kunwu of Chaoyang City was.