Chapter 165 Yuejiaquan (ask for recommendations and rewards)

When the Tibetan Immortal Plateau came to the lama, he was supported and sat in the middle of the judges' seat, which can be seen to be quite respected.

However, when Gu Er's gaze swept over, the old lama's drooping and languishing expression suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes that were originally cloudy suddenly bloomed with a touch of light, and then looked at Gu Er sitting there.

"Interesting!"

After only looking at each other for a moment, Gu Er looked away, shook his head, the long red hair of the shawl was even more demonic, and he continued to nibble on the half apple in his hand.

In the other direction, Murong Jingqi's face was cold, and when she saw Wan Jun on the referee's seat, her cold face changed a little, and her indifferent and arrogant eyes were full of excitement and admiration.

Wan Jun is her idol and the martial arts goal she pursues.

The idol is coming, as a loyal fan, can Murong Jingqi not have a hot gaze?

Seeing that the personnel were almost there, the Martial Arts Grandmaster Conference was about to start, but he still hadn't seen Gu Bei's figure yet, and Luo Jinpeng was even more restless.

"Miss Xue'er, is Mr. Gu delayed, or can't find this place?, or will I go down the mountain to meet him?" Luo Jinpeng said with an anxious expression.

The fate of their Luo family mainly depends on Gu Bei.

Seeing that the competition is about to start, the protagonist has not appeared yet, can Luo Jinpeng not be in a hurry?

"Will come!"

Luo Xue's expression was still cold, even cold and impersonal, and she only spit out two words.

Of course, Luo Xue didn't have this expression for everyone, only when facing Gu Bei, there was a hint of gentleness in her beautiful eyes.

Her beauty blooms only for one person!

As soon as Luo Xue's words fell, a young man with an extraordinary temperament entered the Great Cloud Temple and walked towards this side.

"Master Gu, you can count it. Here, here......" Luo Jinpeng saw Gu Bei and hurriedly waved and shouted.

"Shouting so loudly and shouting, it will lose the face of the Luo family! A group of goods who can't get on the table!" Luo Jintao, who was sitting not far away, snorted coldly, with a look of contempt.

Especially looking at Gu Bei who was walking, Luo Jintao was even more disdainful.

However, as soon as Gu Bei entered the gate of Dayun Temple, his eyes were locked on the elderly lama in the middle of the referee's seat.

The old lama who arrived on the Tibetan Immortal Plateau also raised his head slowly and looked over when Gu Bei looked at him.

But when his gaze fell on Gu Bei's appearance, the eyes of the old Tibetan Immortal Lama suddenly bloomed with a shocked light, and then he quickly lowered his head and withdrew his gaze on Gu Bei, as if he was in a state of flux.

However, the thin body of the Tibetan Immortal Old Lama trembled slightly a few times at this moment.

"Living Buddha, how are you doing?" asked a little lama next to him with a worried face.

"I'm older, my body is boneless, and I feel a little cold, it's okay, it's okay!" the old lama waved his hand slowly, indicating that he was fine.

muttered silently: What should appear will appear again after all.

I don't know what this sentence means or who it refers to.

Gu Beiduan sat in the empty seat next to the clone, but immediately received a voice from the demonic youth of the clone: "See?"

"See!"

"What's the plan?"

"Ask is to ask!" Gu Bei looked indifferent.

"I know, and then?" The demonic young man suddenly looked at Gu Bei, coupled with his appearance that was even more bewitching than a woman, this white-eyed action did not look awkward at all, but made people feel full of charm.

"Let it be!"

Gu Bei sighed.

He didn't know if he would be able to find out what happened seventeen years ago after asking the old lama.

I don't know what I should do if I find out?

Should I tell my mother Qin Fenglan this news?

If that man died, how would he speak to his mother?

A series of questions appeared in Gu Bei's mind.

Of course, Gu Bei also hated that man a little, after all, everything was caused by him, and his mother Qin Fenglan had worked so hard in the past ten or twenty years.

Wan Jun was the chief referee of the Martial Arts Grandmaster Conference, and when he saw that the personnel were all there, he got up from the referee's seat, and a resolute and domineering aura was immediately revealed.

This is a military spirit that would rather bend than bend, and it is a fearless dedication.

As a character like the soul of the Chinese army, he once fought the four overseas masters alone with the strength of one person, and they were all masters at the level of the master of the transformation realm, which shows that he is worthy of being the soul of the army.

Ten thousand armies stood together, and the originally noisy field immediately fell silent.

Then, there was fierce applause and shouts:

"Hosts, Hosts, Hosts"

"The soul of the army, the soul of the army, the soul of the army,"

The cries of worship rose wave after wave.

It wasn't until Wan Jun stretched out his hand and pressed down three times that the scene slowly calmed down.

"The 10-year Martial Arts Grandmaster Conference was held today, and Wan was fortunate to be invited to participate in this Chinese martial arts event, and I was deeply honored to ......"

Wan Jun naturally made a magnificent speech first, and added a sentence at the end: "The honor of China needs to be guarded by the people of China." Wan Jun hopes that every Chinese citizen can make his own contribution to the prosperity of China. Long live Huaxia, if you offend me in Huaxia, you will be punished even if you are far away!"

"Long live Huaxia, if you offend me in Huaxia, you will be punished even if you are far away!"

"Long live Huaxia, if you offend me in Huaxia, you will be punished even if you are far away!"

"Long live Huaxia, if you offend me in Huaxia, you will be punished even if you are far away!"

......

The atmosphere in the venue immediately turned into an impassioned scene of winning glory and contributing to the country.

Wan Jun represents the military, and the military is subordinate to Huaxia, and Wan Jun's move naturally has the intention of recruiting talents for the Chinese military.

Of course, this is also state-supported.

Then, Wan Jun read out the rules of the competition:

There are a total of 50 participants, and the opponents are determined by drawing lots, and they compete in groups of twos and twos;

Winning, promotion, losing, naturally elimination.

Fifty people, naturally there will be one bye, and the person with the bye will naturally directly advance to the next round.

But the opportunity is fair, and no one criticizes it.

Then draw lots one by one, decide the opponent, and eliminate until the top four remain, and then compete one by one to divide the top four rankings.

Of course, the reward for the first place is also very generous for these martial arts practitioners.

First of all, a copy of the Yuejia Fist of the Chinese National Secret Collection was rewarded.

Yue's boxing, according to legend, is Yue Fei's originality, has been passed down to this day, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, it has disappeared, in fact, it has been collected into the national treasury.

And the reason why Wan Jun has such a high martial arts attainment is that he has learned the true inheritance of Yue's boxing.

The second reward is that you can enjoy the personal guidance of the Hosts for one month.

These two rewards, no matter which one they are, can make the people who practice martial arts in Huaxia crazy.

The soldier acts, vigorously and neatly.

After quickly reading out the rules of the competition, Wan Jun ordered someone to bring out a black box that was closed on five sides, and only a round hollow box remained on the sixth side.

Inside is the number label, draw the first twenty-five numbers, and compete with the opponent of the last twenty-five numbers.

"All the contestants are on the field, and the draw begins!"