Qi Lin and Zhu Ling came to the imperial capital this time, in addition to going to CCTV to explain the competition, the most important thing was to participate in the draw ceremony for the semifinals of the University Martial Arts League.

Since it is a guest, the General Administration of Martial Arts will naturally express something.

Like last time, the General Administration arranged for them to be the hotel that Qi Lin came to last time.

In this hotel, Qi Lin has some more unforgettable memories.

Revisiting his hometown, Qi Lin sighed with some emotion:

"Last season's peerless duo Zhao Qingkong and Tiefutu are now out."

"This is a martial arts competition, I have never heard the newcomers laugh, and I have never heard the old people cry." Zhu Ling was also a little sad.

They haven't made it to the Chinese Super League yet, but they've already tasted the brutality of the professional game.

"Next year, will we be like them, surpassed by those who come after us?" Zhu Ling asked Qi Lin.

Qi Lin chuckled: "Of course not, we will only continue to surpass others." ”

"Brother Qi is really arrogant."

A hearty voice came from the front, and with it, there was a martial arts trend that stood as immovable as a mountain.

Qi Lin and Zhu Ling were not surprised.

They had long been aware of Mu Qiao's existence, but neither of them had the intention of taking the initiative to greet him.

In the end, Mu Qiao couldn't help it.

The Martial Arts Headquarters held a lottery ceremony, and the top four teams naturally needed to be represented.

And Wayne is relatively ruthless, and has already sent three college student martial artists to the hospital, although he has become famous, but it has also made many viewers extremely disgusted with him.

In this case, Mu Qiao naturally took the lead in showing up.

After all, there were only two of them in the White Emperor Academy.

Mu Qiao is tall, dark-skinned, and old-looking, but he acts extremely magnificently.

After taking the initiative to say hello to Qi Lin, Mu Qiao took the initiative to bend down and lean over to Zhu Ling and said, "I've seen the beautiful little fairy Zhu Ling." ”

Zhu Ling giggled, but did not cooperate with Mu Qiao to kiss the hand in the West.

Seeing this, the corners of Qi Lin's mouth hooked up with a chuckle, and he took the initiative to hold Mu Qiao's hands.

"Qi Lin."

"Mu Qiao."

"Long admiration."

“me too。”

Zhu Ling couldn't stand it: "The two of you are almost fine, so polite, fake or not." ”

Qi Lin's face was hot, but Mu Qiao didn't hear it, and laughed: "Brother Qi's name, I have indeed admired it for a long time. When Shenzi returned to the United States, he once told me that his biggest regret when he went to China was that he couldn't fight with Brother Qi and Little Phoenix. ”

Qi Lin's heart moved.

He looked at Zhu Ling, and Zhu Ling happened to be looking at him as well.

Both of them saw their regrets in each other's eyes.

This incident is also one of the regrets of their lives.

When Shenzi came to China, it was rare to meet an opponent among his peers.

And the two of them represent the last hope of the rivers and lakes in the Celestial Empire.

A lot of people want them to make a move, and they themselves are not afraid to fight.

But in the end, under pressure from all sides, they chose to retreat.

Because a lot of people don't want them to lose either.

If they lose, the meaning of the representation will be very different.

Although Qi Lin scoffed at this idea, his arms couldn't reach his thighs, and he and Zhu Ling finally missed the battle with Shenzi.

They are not afraid, but someone is afraid for them.

The Son of God regrets it, so why don't they regret it?

"Speaking of which, it's our side that we're being stingy. Some elders can't afford to lose, so they simply pretend to be turtles with shrunken heads. Qi Lin has always spoken directly: "Although Lingling and I asked for battle, we were still suppressed by our elders. I'm very disdainful of this, not to mention that we don't necessarily lose to the Son of God, even if we do? ”

"Yes, even if we really lose, we are not as good as the Son of God, what can we represent? Some elders in Neijianghu think too highly of us and themselves. Zhu Ling nodded, agreeing with Qi Lin's opinion.

The rise and fall of a country because of a warrior is the supreme glory of the warrior and the great shame of the country.

In the current Celestial Empire, where does a warrior need to worry about?

Qi Lin and Zhu Ling are very self-aware, they can add the icing on the cake to the Celestial Empire, and it is only the icing on the cake.

Without them, the Celestial Empire would still be the Celestial Empire.

But many people of the older generation still don't understand.

Even the leaders of some small countries do not understand this truth.

They pinned their hopes on martial arts, on a certain powerful warrior, and tried to strengthen their national strength with the help of this warrior.

What is the future of such a country?

Seeing Qi Lin and Zhu Ling talking eloquently, neither humble nor arrogant, Mu Qiao was also free, but his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

He can't be as free and easy as Qi Lin and Zhu Ling.

Because there are some things, some pictures, he can never forget.

"Mu Qiao, you have to remember that you are a child from the slums, and you are our glory."

"Mu Qiao, remember these people, without them, our family would have been living on the streets a long time ago. In the future, if you have a profit, you must repay everyone. ”

"Mu Qiao, come on, tell the world that black people can have perfect martial arts talents, and black people can be the best in the world. Blacks should not be ridiculed, blacks can be invincible just as well. ”

"Mu Qiao, you are not representing yourself, but all the people of the United States. Be sure to succeed in the Celestial Empire, you are our greatest hope. ”

……

The list goes on and on.

Mu Qiao is a person who can handle a lot of pressure.

He never let himself fall or complain because of these pressures.

But seeing Qi Lin and Zhu Ling's self-confidence and ease, he still couldn't help but be envious and even jealous in his heart.

"If, if I were also a Celestial Empire, how good would it be."

As soon as this thought was generated, it was cut off by Mu Qiao with reason.

There are no ifs.

He's Mujo.

He is the hope of many.

Therefore he must not be defeated.

The three of them chatted in the hotel lobby for a while, and Qi Lin suddenly proposed, "Let's go to the room and fight the landlord." ”

Without waiting for Mu Qiao to speak, Zhu Ling clapped her hands and cheered: "Okay, okay, 10 yuan a game, Xiaolinzi, don't think about Xue Shame, you are not my opponent." ”

After laughing at Qi Lin, Zhu Ling turned to Mu Qiao and said, "Mu Qiao, let's come together, just relax and relax, Xiao Linzi and I often play together." ”

Mu Qiao wanted to refuse, but then thought of his original intention:

Qi Lin and Zhu Ling are both peerless geniuses in the inner rivers and lakes, and they are favored by many seniors, and befriending them will help them gain a foothold in the Celestial Empire.

Thinking of this, Mu Qiao no longer hesitated and took the initiative to participate: "How many Shunzi are there?" ”

Two hours later, in Qi Lin's room.

Qi Lin had already lost five hundred yuan.

"Small gambling pleasure, big gambling hurting the body, let's stop here today."

Seeing that Qi Lin's face was already very gloomy, Mu Qiao took the initiative to terminate the landlord.

"Keep playing." Zhu Ling has earned the most and has already played high.

But Mu Qiao was far more mature than Zhu Ling, shook his head and said seriously: "I'm going to cultivate, it's a pleasure to meet the two of you today." ”

Then Mu Qiao took the initiative to leave.

Mu Qiao didn't notice that after he left Qi Lin's room, the disappointment on Zhu Ling's face was swept away, and it was replaced by calm thinking.

"A very 'sensible' person, always adjusting the atmosphere, catering to us, speaking without leakage, and with high emotional intelligence, he doesn't look like a martial artist." Zhu Ling first commented on Mu Qiao.

Of course, they will not simply come to Mu Qiao to fight the landlord.

What's more important is to understand Mu Qiao.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles.

And they got some answers.

"We beat hundreds of them, and he called the landlord seven times." Qi Lin suddenly spoke.

Zhu Ling smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Even if there is Wang Fang, he will sometimes choose to give up." ”

The two glanced at each other, and at the same time remembered Mu Qiao's shortcomings mentioned in An Guangqian's email:

"Only seek stability, not risk."

Fighting, never just in the ring.