"Look at what a true martial cultivator looks like. ”

Listening to Hua Qingyang's words, Fang Chengjun hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, what President Hua said is right, we must take a good look at it, learn the competition between real martial cultivators, and better popularize it to the people." ”

Under the introduction of Zhang Sanpang and Fang Chengjun, Li Feng also had no doubt that he sat in the VIP seat, only three meters away from Hua Qingyang.

When Li Feng heard Hua Qingyang's words, he looked at Zhang Sanpang with a little curiosity, and Zhang Sanpang hurriedly leaned over and said in a low voice: "Brother Feng, this is the vice chairman of our Nanhe Provincial Martial Arts Association, is it like this......"

Zhang Sanpang briefly stated the matter to Li Feng, Li Feng nodded, didn't take it seriously, pointed to the ring, and signaled to watch the game first.

......

In the ring, a young man with a height of about 1.7 meters, a collapsed nose, and a proud face stood in the center of the ring, speaking in a childish voice, and said to the other nine people: "I am Liu Pengcheng from No. 1 Middle School in Yang City, and now you can challenge me." If you lose, you will roll down, and if you win, you will stay. ”

As soon as they heard Liu Pengcheng's arrogant and rampant words, the other nine students also clenched their fists and looked angry.

One of the teenagers, who was also not weak, stood up: "I'm Tan Yu of the eighth middle school, I challenge you!"

Seeing Tan Yu stand up, the other eight members stood around the ring, quietly watching the two of them play.

"I, Liu Pengcheng, am now an intermediate-level martial artist, and I can punch with an iron arm, and I can weigh 1,500 catties with one punch. ”

Tan Yu was not willing to be defeated: "I, Tan Yu, am also an intermediate martial artist, and I can sweep the hall." ”

The two looked at each other, full of hostility.

"Then let's see if it's my fists or your legs!" Liu Pengcheng snorted, kicked his feet on the ground suddenly, and suddenly smashed his fist towards Tan Yu's face.

The punch was so powerful and fast that even the air seemed to be slightly distorted.

In the face of this ferocious punch, Tan Yu immediately took a few steps back, but when he stepped back, Liu Pengcheng forced forward, combining punches one punch after another, and the tiger and tiger were extremely coherent.

After taking four or five steps back, Tan Yu sadly found that he had retreated to the edge of the ring. But Liu Pengcheng's successive combination punches were so powerful that he couldn't dodge them at all......

That's it, I can only block it!

Tan Yu gritted his teeth and crossed his arms across the door to make a blocking pose.

"Peng!" Liu Pengcheng's fist slammed into Tan Yu's arm, like a heavy artillery carriage, instantly knocking Tan Yu out and falling directly outside the ring.

The young man in the suit who acted as the referee held the microphone and spoke excitedly: "Win, classmate Liu Pengcheng won!" In less than five seconds, he knocked out Tan Yu in the defensive state of the eighth middle school with one punch!"

......

The atmosphere of the entire stadium also became high in an instant.

"This little guy's fists are so powerful. ”

"No, the fists are more flexible, so Tan Yu's sweeping legs are not small, but there is no chance to kick them out. ”

"In the future, I will also let the child practice boxing, and the legs will be used as an incident. ”

The audience below pointed and pointed and their emotions were high.

......

In the VIP seat, Hua Qingyang also nodded secretly, and was quite satisfied with Liu Pengcheng's fist.

He glanced at Fang Chengjun and Zhang Sanpang next to him, and continued: "This is what we want to show ordinary people, it is the battle of real martial cultivators. No bells and whistles, no deception, no exaggeration. Punch to the flesh, pay attention to a truth!"

"Now that the aura is reviving and the martial arts are rising, in order to better publicize the martial artists and let more people switch from literature to martial arts, we must show the most authentic scene of the martial arts cultivators to the masses, and there can be no deception. ”

"It's the same with your crazy martial arts program, after all, it's a TV station for millions of viewers, so you have to pay attention to truth, you know. ”

Hua Qingyang constantly emphasizes the word truth.

"What President Hua said is right!" Fang Chengjun didn't dare to disobey, so he could only keep nodding his head in agreement.

In fact, he has been numb in his heart...... The fight between these little guys on the field is indeed real, isn't it true that our crazy martial arts show is not real?

Zhang Sanpang didn't make any remarks next to him, and he was also numb in his heart...... Aren't you just suggesting that it's unreal for me to make people kneel when I yell?

Hearing Fang Chengjun's words, Hua Qingyang nodded teachablely: "It is naturally best for you to have this kind of cognition, watch the game well, study and improve well." ”

After the words fell, the group continued to set their eyes on the ring that was only ten meters away from the center.

......

In the ring, Liu Pengcheng has already knocked over four teenagers in a row.

"Who else!" Liu Pengcheng's face was arrogant: "Who else can stop my iron fists!"

A group of teenagers, you look at me, I look at you, but thinking of the four people who were knocked over under the dense fists just now, they shrugged their shoulders one by one, and none of them had much confidence to fight Liu Pengcheng.

"Then I'll do it. ”

Just when Liu Pengcheng was rampantly proud, a fluttering voice came out, and then, Li Nan, who was wearing a white T-shirt and big pants, slowly walked out of the crowd while scratching his head with a smirk.

Liu Pengcheng looked the person up and down, his attitude was still arrogant and cold, and he repeated the words that he would say when he met his opponent: "My name is Liu Pengcheng, an intermediate martial artist, who can punch with an iron arm, and can punch 1,500 catties with a punch. ”

Li Nan scratched his head and smirked: "My name is Li Nan, a junior martial artist...... Well, it will descend the dragon's eighteen palms, and the breath of Haoran. I don't know how much force I can do, but I should be able to slap you flying with one palm. ”

When Li Nan's words landed, the entire stadium was silent for a moment.

......

"What? This guy can descend the dragon eighteen palms? And what is that mighty breath. ”

"Didn't you watch too much TV, did you......?"

"The point is that he is also very rampant in his speech, a junior martial artist, saying that he can slap people away?"

"It's funny, it's funny. Liu Pengcheng's fist is not a vegetarian, I see, Liu Pengcheng estimated that he would be knocked away with one punch. ”

"Look at the way he scratches his head and smirks, isn't he a fool......"

"No, this is a provincial-level junior martial arts competition, and the participants are the most elite students from the best schools in each region. ”

For a while, the entire stadium was talking, pointing at the young man who was scratching his head and smirking in the ring.

It's better to say that he has watched too many TV series, and the language is vicious and directly says that this girl has a problem with her head, nonsense.