It doesn't matter if the other audience ignores the battle situation, these girls on the stage are always watching the situation in the ring.

Ziling suddenly pulled her ink-dyed sleeve excitedly, and shouted excitedly: "Princess, princess, look at the second ring!" ”

Mo Ran's gaze swept along Ziling's fingertips. I remember what I reported before - the No. 2 ring was Lin Bing from Changmen Island and Liu Mingwu from Qiuyuan Village.

This Liu Mingwu is a gray-haired old man, and Lin Bing is a strong young man. Both of them had no foundation in martial arts before their deaths, and usually in this case, the chances of the old man winning are relatively slim.

But now the situation on the field is - the old man has the upper hand. Lin Bing is like a frightened little animal, constantly dodging and escaping.

Oh, by the way, this Lin Bing was one of the 500 cowards who joined later.

After Wang Yuankui's training, didn't he say that those cowards had a good grasp of their pace and body skills? But now this one is very substandard.

"This Lin Bing doesn't seem to have a good grasp of the body method." Mo Ran said to Ziling.

"Princess, this is because you didn't watch the previous game. This old man is amazing, and the pipe in his hand can breathe a lot of smoke, and even the smoke can envelop himself.

Lin Bing couldn't find anyone else at all, and many attacks were empty. The old man was elusive, and Lin Bing's attacks were suppressed by the old man everywhere. ”

Oh? So, didn't I miss out on a lot of great clips?

Can a pipe still be used like this, and still have this effect?

Although the old man had the upper hand on the field, Lin Bing was fast, so he kept staging a cat-and-mouse chase scene.

The old man suddenly stopped, and his furrowed face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"I've been running for so long, and I'm tired. If I don't play with you anymore, no matter how good the show is, it will come to an end. ”

Lin Bing stood in the farthest place from the old man in the ring, always vigilant against the old man, not knowing what tricks the old man would use, his heart was uneasy, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and he looked like he would run away as soon as the wind and grass moved.

The old man laughed in his heart, if you keep running, I don't have a good chance to start, and now you don't move. Hehe, such a good opportunity, then you're welcome.

Just before the old man made a move, Lin Bing quickly left his original position as if he had a sixth sense.

"Heaven and earth~" The old man suddenly ripped off the belt of his trousers from his waist.

The audience's eyes are going to go, what's the situation? Is this old man crazy? Take your pants off in the ring?

Xifeng hugged his stomach and almost fell from it without laughing, this old man was too funny.

Ziling hurriedly covered Yun'er's eyes, for fear of seeing something that shouldn't be seen.

The next scene in the ring, the scene that everyone took for granted in their minds did not happen, and the old man's pants did not fall off.

The stunned scene was that the waistband of the trousers that was thrown out turned into a silver-gray net in the moment it was thrown out, covering the sky in the direction where Lin Bing was. Lin Bing had already tried his best to escape, but unfortunately, the ring was so big, and he couldn't escape from the scope of this big net.

"Virtualize~" Lin Bing wanted to blur out the net, but failed. He tore this big net with all his might, using his hands and feet, and he kept tearing it completely! With a hideous expression, he opened his mouth in annoyance and bit down on the net. The teeth slipped down the grid, not a single bite was broken.

What kind of material is this, and I keep biting it. In the end, there was no way, Lin Bing could only sit on the ground and fall in frustration.

Lin Bing was caught in the net like this, wrapped firmly, like a dumpling, and dragged by the old man to the middle of the ring.

"The winner of the second ring is Liu Mingwu from Qiuyuan Village!" When the results were announced, Mo Ran's blood boiled.

The cheers under the ring were deafening, Qiuyuan Village won two games in a row, and the morale of the villagers of Qiuyuan Village below was greatly shaken.

There is another group of people, and that is the elderly friends. Who says the old are no match for the young? No, Liu Mingwu will win back a city for the elderly. Many elderly people saw that Liu Mingwu could be so brave, and they felt that they were not bad. We must win glory for the elderly for a while.

This old man is amazing! Where did you get a net? And he will also have some tricks, sure enough, people can't look good, and water can't fight! In response to those few sayings, people are old spirits, ghosts are old spirits. Ginger is still old and spicy.

After the results were announced, many people in the audience made a noise.

Those people turned out to be among the 500 cowards who had a good relationship with Lin Bing, and they complained about Lin Bing.

"That old man's means are despicable, he uses a hidden weapon, and he can't win with martial arts~" A person stood up and shouted.

Mo Ran picked up the microphone and said, "Liu Mingwu only has a pipe and a net on his body. A pipe cannot be a weapon, at best a prop. Then his real weapon is only that net, it is your preconceived idea that he competes with his bare hands, and the game is a battle of wits and courage, not to mention that he is not allowed to use hidden weapons! ”

When the people in the audience heard Mo Ran's explanation, they all wilted. Yes, it didn't say that you can't use hidden weapons, it's just that you can't hurt people's lives.

Mo Ran turned her head and said to Ziyan, "After the game, bring Liu Mingwu to find me." I'm going to focus on cultivating him. ”

Nightshade looked at this old man, and also thought that he was a talent, how did he think of using fishing nets during the competition? And looking at that net, it is quite famous, and the Lin Bing can't struggle, not because of the lack of physical strength, but because of the material of the net.

Mo Ran was excited, and hurried to take a look at the third ring. However, the No. 3 ring may not be very interesting, because it is the junior group, and there are two children standing on it. One is 6 or 7 years old, and the other is 9 or 10 years old. Smaller children wear a small tank top, small shorts. The older children wore gray-blue coarse shirts.

The younger child's eyes rolled, and as soon as the older child approached, he burst into tears. The crowd under the ring burst into laughter.

"Little brother, go down, lest I hurt you." The older kid was a little flustered, after all, so many people were watching, and he himself was a little nervous, in case it was not good to say that he was bullying the small.

The boy was still crying, and the older boy walked over and was about to carry him out of the ring by the collar.

As he approached, the weeping child burst into flames and jumped up on top of him, clinging to his waist.

He couldn't shake off the child on his body, he hugged him too tightly, and he didn't throw him out after turning around several times.