"Okay, you can touch it if you want, and when you come back next year, you will get a driver's license, and you will have to drive in the future." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Old man Lu smiled and stopped, and there was a red light in front of him.

"Stinky boy. ”

Old man Lu looked at Fang Cheng.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"I thought about it for a while, in order to make you more motivated and enthusiastic to participate in the martial arts competition, if you can win the championship this time. Old man Lu glanced up at the red light in front of him, and there were still ten seconds, he paused and continued:

"I'll lend you this car for the teacher and drive it casually!"

"What!"

More than 10 million sports cars, I drive casually!?

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly became hot, a man who doesn't like cars, he can drive this car casually if he wins the championship, tsk, Fang Cheng became excited, rubbed his hands, a little embarrassed, but he was very moved and didn't want to refuse.

"Thank you, master! I'm trying to win the championship. Fang Cheng laughed a few times, and did not pretend to shirk, and responded directly.

"That's good, whether you have the strength to win the championship or not, you must have the courage to dare to win the championship!"

I don't even dare to think about it, it's more than a competition, directly according to the martial artist's rank, muscle strength to determine a position, how easy it is to rank the position. There is no fixed number of martial arts, and martial arts itself is a miracle!

However, when Old Man Lu saw the red light turn into a green light, he stepped on the accelerator and was happy.

As far as he knew, although the scale of this Little Pearl Tournament was extremely small, there were still a few in the early stage of the professional level, not to mention that there was also a martial arts genius in a medium-sized martial arts hall, who also had a good level in the early stage of the professional level.

Fang Cheng, this stinky boy wants to win the championship?

Except sows can go up trees.

............

January 12th.

On the third floor of the Pearl Plaza Xiertu Hotel, there is a splendid martial arts hall, where many spectators are sitting densely, some are bored to watch the game, and some are coming to observe and learn.

There are also two cameras at the door, and the words are printed on the side of the cameras: Yunhai City Life Channel.

It's the TV station that does the live broadcast.

Although it is a small martial arts competition, it is better than nothing, and there will always be viewers when it comes out live.

Fang Cheng bypassed the main entrance and walked to the waiting room at the back.

The master didn't come today, saying that he was waiting for my good news, Fang Cheng thought that the master looked calm and relaxed, as if he was more confident than himself, and the desire to win in his heart became even more firm.

The competition is the first, the prize money is the second, and a winning heart is rooted in Fang Cheng's heart.

"This stinky boy, five rounds of knockout rounds today, and then the quarterfinals will be decided according to the score, and they will fight one by one the next day, and the positions of the quarterfinals must be predetermined. Fang Cheng, this kid, has only been practicing for more than a month, and it depends on luck to reach the top eight. ”

The old man Lu who was sitting at home took a sip of tea lightly, he couldn't go to the scene to watch, in case he lost, where would the young man's face go.

So just wait at home, and it is estimated that Fang Cheng will come back after a few games in the afternoon.

He had one thing he didn't say.

In fact, he has already helped Fang Cheng buy a ticket to go home tomorrow morning.

Fang Cheng didn't know what these old men were thinking, he was sitting in the waiting room, which was very large, more than two hundred square meters. Nearly seventy or eighty contestants were either standing or sitting comfortably on the sofa, and two or three people were chatting together in groups.

Of course, there are also those who are alone.

"Look, the middle-aged man in blue over there, the early stage of the professional level, is a good player. ”

"And the young man on the left, who is also a professional-level junior, is said to be only twenty-one years old!

"Hey, there are two more professional beginners sitting on the innermost sofa, these are the four professional level, and half of the places in the top eight are lost all of a sudden. ”

"Let's just compete for the top eight, and the top four positions must be at this professional level. ”

"yes, no play. ”

A group of participating warriors talk about it, some are confident, and some are high-spirited.

"Everyone, calm down, I'm the manager of the public relations department of the Hiltu Hotel, and I will call out my name later, and the contestants who call out their names will come to the stage to participate in the knockout round, and our competition table has been arranged, and we will send it to you later. ”

"In addition, the knockout rounds are held in three rings at the same time, and we have enough venues to finish by 5pm at the latest, and the quarterfinals will be decided. The top eight martial artists, please continue to participate tomorrow morning, and we will explain the details to the top eight martial artists after the elimination round, and you can call me at any time if you don't know anything. ”

A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes said to everyone, the waiting room is very large, in order to let everyone hear, he needs to shout loudly, after saying that, he couldn't help but take a few breaths, looked at the people who had no problem, looked around with a smile and politeness, and returned to the competition channel to arrange the competition.

"Race watchmaking?"

Soon, a dedicated service staff sent out an entry form to everyone.

Fang Cheng's eyes scanned, looking for his name in the black letters on the white A4 paper, well, I found it, five games, the first in the second round, the second in the fourth round......

Each round of three rings at the same time, the results are settled before the end, for the next round, this kind of martial arts competition is also a test of physical strength, generally to the fourth round, the fifth round, many of the previous outstanding martial artists will be lacking in health, mistakes and regret to lose in the last two rounds.

"Well, the first one is an amateur-level high stage, Gao Tu?"

Fang Cheng secretly looked at his competition system and analyzed it calmly.

Then there was an amateur middle level, an amateur high level, and a professional level?! Fang Cheng saw that he was actually fighting a professional level in the fourth round, and smiled bitterly, his luck was bad enough.

Of the four professional levels, no matter the competition, only 20 of the more than 70 participants will meet the strong players in the early stage of the professional level, which basically means that they have already lost a game.

"What about the professional level, although the fire is not very proficient, but it is still possible to use a few moves, and I have a lot of strength, and the strength of 2 points has reached the level of the early stage of the professional level, even if I have no fighting experience, I have to fight to know if I win or lose!"

It's impossible to make me throw in the towel!

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and bright lights passed through his eyes.

He's now thinking about the first game, the amateur high-level player!

"Gao Tu! Fang Cheng, please come here. ”

From the waiting room to the passage of the competition venue, the staff shouted a few times.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his eyes became calm, and he walked to the passage, and on the other side, Gao Tu also bounced up from the sofa.

The two walked to the passage and glanced at each other, and under the leadership of the staff, they walked through the passage and walked to the No. 3 ring, at this time, the participating martial artists of the other two rings had already been prepared, and they were waiting for the No. 3 ring martial artists to take their places and start the competition.

The three rings are played at the same time, and the audience can also choose to watch, and there will be no boring game that affects the atmosphere of the entire audience.

This was also decided by the organizers based on multiple considerations.

Fang Cheng and Gao Tu walked into the ring and stood on both sides with the center of the ring as the point, three meters away from each other.

The middle-aged referee in white glanced at Fang Cheng, and the student spirit was very strong.

"Start, one minute of conversation time!"

Although Fang Cheng had confidence, he participated in the martial arts competition for the first time, his head was empty and he didn't know what to say, he looked at the older young man Gao Tu opposite, well, his hair was so short.

Gao Tu glanced down, and several of his friends on the right were staring at this side with blazing eyes, and when they saw his gaze, they all waved their arms and cheered for him. Gao Tu chuckled and glanced up and down at Fang Cheng.

Well, I should still be a student, I'm quite young, and I don't know what I'm learning is boxing.

Although the modern society has a developed network, the habitual moves and hole cards of some martial arts powerhouses can be checked in detail, but they are amateurs, who will pay attention to them.

Punching the master to death, the amateur level is based on physical fitness and fighting experience, and it is impossible to prepare in advance to eat every battle.

However, according to the information, he should be in the middle of the amateur level, Gao Tu nodded slightly, he disdains this kind of rookie, war of words and psychological warfare.

He looked at Fang Cheng lightly and didn't say anything.

"Xi!"

The referee blew a whistle.

Gao Tu's eyes froze, his body leaned forward, his left foot stepped forward, and his right foot made a force to follow!

The referee watched nervously from the sidelines, ready to save Xia Cheng at any time.

No one is optimistic about Fang Cheng!

He's too immature!

"Good time!"

Fang Cheng sighed secretly in his heart, the first time he stood in the ring, the surrounding audience was dark, it was false to say that he was not nervous, but no one here knew him, and no one came to cheer for him, he only fought alone!

In the waiting room, he thinks very thoroughly, and he has no experience in fighting, so he should respond to all changes with the same!

As long as you don't break yourself, there's always a chance to win!

"Smack!"

Fang Cheng's right hand was horizontal, and his left hand was placed in front of him, and Gao Tu's straight fist was steadily blocked by him.

"Well, the strength is average?"

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, his hands didn't tremble, and he resisted steadily.

"Huh?"

Gao Tu's eyes flashed with confusion, this straight punch Fang Cheng didn't even move! What kind of physical fitness is this, only the professional level can do this, right?

It's not an amateur mid-section at all!

Even if it is an amateur-level high level, it is impossible to take a straight punch from him without trembling, like an iron wall.

It's too late, it's fast, Gao Tu's thinking turned around in an instant, but his left hand was not idle, his right hand shrunk, and his left hand clenched his fist and hammered down from the diagonal top!

Basic move "Iron Hammer"!

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, his feet moved, and he left the range of Gao Tu's hammering.

"Whew!"

Gao Tu followed, his right hand swept across, and the clothes of his right arm were rubbed against the air and made a sound.

"Smack!"

When the rabbit rises and falls, Fang Cheng has a certain thought.

The block and dodge just now had already given him enough confidence, and the amateur high level was indeed not as strong as his own! He blocked the punch with his left hand, and hit straight with his right hand.

"Bang!"

Gao Tu's left arm tried to block it, but he didn't expect Fang Cheng's huge strength to be amazing, and suddenly his left arm was hit back and hit his chest, which couldn't help but make his chest feel tight.

After swiping it up, you have to expand your advantage after establishing it.

According to some fighting videos he watched on the Internet, Fang Cheng stomped on his right foot and chased after him, and slapped Gao Tu's left arm with a palm, directly knocking him back three or four steps!

"To win!"

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, and before he had time to think about it, his muscles burst out with abundant strength.

An arrow step up.

Gao Tu was directly stunned by the two moments.

Seeing that Fang Cheng was coming forward again, he directly stretched out his right hand and raised it above his head.

"Wait!

"Forehead ......" Fang Cheng's right fist was about to be swung when he heard this sentence, and the whole person was stunned, he didn't expect that he would win so quickly, nor did he expect that the amateur-level high level was so weak, so he used six or seven points of strength.

It's a lot of strength.

Gao Tu touched his left arm, which was a little red and swollen, glanced at Fang Cheng bitterly, nodded to the stunned referee on the side, and walked down.

There are still four rounds, and I still have a chance! Hurry down and rest, this Fang Cheng is too fierce, and at a glance he is a young rookie!

Wipe!

Gao Tu didn't turn his head to look at his friends, his old face was red, and he hurriedly walked back to the waiting room.

The middle-aged referee in white was also at a loss.

What are you doing, defeating an amateur-level high-level martial artist with two punches? The middle-aged referee in white looked at Fang Cheng strangely several times, and then announced the verdict: Fang Cheng wins!