After a period of ridicule at Zhang Sanpang, Hua Qingyang continued: "Hehe, the lion roar skill does exist well, but when the martial artist or even the great martial artist uses it, I'm afraid the entire stadium will collapse! ”

Immediately, Hua Qingyang looked at Fang Chengjun with an attitude of asking for guilt: "Kneel down after roaring twice, you tell me that this is not grandstanding, it is not cheating!"

Fang Chengjun's face turned red: "President Hua, this ...... It's really not!"

"Don't explain, order changes immediately, otherwise your crazy martial arts show won't need to be held again in the future! Our people need to have a correct understanding of martial cultivators. ”

Hua Qingyang directly interrupted Fang Chengjun's explanation, then waved his hand, and walked out with the two apprentices, saying as he walked: "The day after tomorrow, in the same stadium, our Provincial Martial Arts Association will hold a martial arts competition, which will be participated by all elite young martial arts cultivators in the entire Nanhe Province. When the time comes, you guys come over and take a good look at what the real martial cultivator competition looks like!"

......

At this moment, Zhang Sanpang's mood was a little uncomfortable.

You say we're playing match-fixing, no problem, we do play match-fixing, and if you say we're grandstanding, no problem, we're doing some sensationalism.

But you say we're cheating.

Saying that Haoran's anger is fake, and saying that a god-like master is also fake, Zhang Sanpang is very unhappy at this point.

What Brother Feng taught me was the real Haoran Qi, once used, it could generate all kinds of strong pressure, and it could make people kneel in front of them.

Even though you are the vice president of the Martial Arts Association, it's not good to be so wronged.

Immediately afterward, Zhang Sanpang saw President Hua Qingyang wave his hand, turned his head and walked outside, and shouted to let him and others see what kind of junior martial arts competition.

Phew, I want you to see if my grandeur is real!

Just as Zhang Sanpang was about to stand up and defend the rights holder, and even about to show his hand, his mobile phone rang.

When I looked down, it was Brother Feng calling.

Brother Feng's phone, how dare Zhang Sanpang slack off, he immediately answered it, and his tone was extremely respectful: "Hey, Brother Feng!"

"Hey fat man, I heard that you have recently become the number one player in the crazy martial arts?

Zhang Sanpang was holding the mobile phone here, and his body bowed slightly, as if Li Feng was standing in front of him: "Hehe, it's okay, I just played a game today and earned 50,000 yuan, plus the previous two games totaled 100,000 yuan, I will transfer the money to Brother Feng in a while." ”

"Well, just transfer my card directly. Besides, I'll tell you something...... The day after tomorrow, I accompanied my brother to participate in the provincial junior martial arts competition, and I heard that you happened to be in Zhenzhou, so come over to cheer for my brother when the time comes. ”

When he heard this, Zhang Sanpang was stunned for a moment.

Brother Feng's younger brother, Li Nan's kid, participated in the junior martial arts competition in the province?

Eh, the junior martial arts competition, why does it sound so familiar......

By the way, isn't it what Hua Qingyang, the president of the Martial Arts Association, said just now, the Youth Martial Arts Competition.

Zhang Sanpang hurriedly asked, "Brother Feng, is the venue for the Youth Martial Arts Tournament you mentioned coming at Zhenzhou Stadium?"

"Yes, don't forget to come then!" said a confirmed voice on the other end of the phone.

Toot, toot...... Listening to the sound of hanging up the phone, Zhang Sanpang was distracted for a while.

Brother Feng, he wants to come to Zhenzhou to accompany his younger brother to participate in the junior martial arts competition!

He was just a friend of Brother Feng, so he was awarded a skill like Haoran Qi.

That Li Nan is Brother Feng's younger brother, and the power of his heroic aura must be better than his own.

Zhang Sanpang looked at President Hua Qingyang, who was walking outside, and the corners of his mouth showed a somewhat smug and playful smile.

This Hua president kept saying that Haoran's qi was fake, and let himself go to see the martial arts competition organized by the provincial association.

Tsk, when the time comes, Brother Feng's younger brother, that won't be a slap in the face.

Now, it's fun.

Zhang Sanpang hurriedly took two steps forward and said loudly to Hua Qingyang and the three of them who were walking outside: "President Hua, don't worry, I will go over to watch the game and study hard!"

Immediately, Zhang Sanpang turned his head to look at Fang Chengjun again, and said in a low voice: "The day after tomorrow, Brother Feng will also come to see their junior martial arts competition!"

As soon as he heard Zhang Sanpang's words, Fang Chengjun's eyes lit up, as if he felt the meaning of Zhang Sanpang's words, and he immediately responded loudly: "I keep President Hua's words in mind, and I will be there the day after tomorrow to learn the provincial association's policy of promoting martial arts!"

Listening to the answers of Zhang Sanpang and Fang Chengjun behind him, Hua Qingyang, who was walking outside, was very proud, he nodded slightly, and said with satisfaction: "When the time comes, come to the venue, find the staff and say that it is my Hua Qingyang's guest, and I will arrange the VIP area closest to the ring for you." ”

After speaking, Hua Qingyang left the backstage, leaving Zhang Sanpang and Fang Chengjun who looked at each other with a playful face.

......

Zhenzhou Stadium.

On the third day after the end of the mad martial arts, there was a more grand and grand competition: the Provincial Youth Martial Arts Competition!

In the center of the stadium, there is a square ring of 100 square meters.

Cameras were set up around the ring, surrounded by reporters from provincial TV stations, Zhenzhou, Yang City and other local TV stations, as well as major media such as Penguin and Husso.

"Welcome to our competition. ”

A young man in a suit and leather shoes stood on a high platform, holding a microphone and introducing aloud to nearly 1,000 spectators in the stadium.

"This junior martial arts competition is sponsored by the Provincial Martial Arts Association, and the vice president Mr. Hua Qingyang personally presides over it. The first is to promote this world of rising martial arts to everyone and bring everyone into the life of martial cultivators, and the second is to select the most potential martial arts young people for the country. ”

At today's competition, we can see the elite teenagers from 13 cities in the province, and they will have a fierce competition. ”

After all, it is a public-run competition, and although the host is also enthusiastic, it obviously lacks the ability of commercial host Guo Dongdong to mobilize emotions, and his introduction tends to be boring.

"First of all, we have invited 10 contestants from the southwestern part of Nam Ha province and the city of Duong to appear. They are Liu Pengcheng from Yang No. 1 Middle School, Lin Yue from Yang No. 3 Middle School, and Tan Yu from Yang No. 8 Middle School...... Li Nan of Kunwu Academy!"

With the introduction of the host, ten immature, only thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers walked into the ring one by one with their heads held high and confident.

The host looked at the ten teenagers: "The rules of the competition are very simple, the ten of you can challenge freely, and finally select the strongest one to advance, and compete with the strongest in the rest of the cities, understand?"

"Understood!" the ten teenagers in the ring replied in unison.

The host's gaze swept over the entire stadium, and his tone became more excited: "Then next, the ring will be handed over to our little players, let's wait and see!"

......

Stadium VIP seats.

President Hua Qingyang, who had a knife cut face and small eyes, was sitting there with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at the ten contestants in the ring, and Fang Chengjun and Zhang Sanpang beside him said slowly: "The strength of the teenagers in this martial arts competition is not weak, they are only fourteen or fifteen years old, and there are seven or eight senior martial artists. ”

"When the time comes, take a good look at what a true martial cultivator looks like. It's not the kind of person who roars and the opponent kneels. ”