He Peng didn't look for it again, and he wouldn't see Gao Yuan if he found it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The kind of place where the professional martial arts association is filled with garlic, let them reflect on it first. When the reflection is understood, let's settle the account slowly.

In the next few days, Gao Yuan stayed in the martial arts school very "honestly", obediently listening to classes, doing homework, and cultivating obediently.

On the surface, he was honest, but in fact, when he was in class, Gao Yuan was outside the realm, groping for the cultivation of the Heavenly Treasure Book.

The Heavenly Treasure is infinitely mysterious, and even with the assistance of the Heavenly Crystal, it is not easy to practice. In addition, Gao Yuan's intention to improve it allowed the Heavenly Treasure Jian to be able to cultivate without the help of Heavenly Crystal, and it would take more energy to study.

After a few days, a new cultivation method took shape.

In this way, you can cultivate the Heavenly Treasure Jian without the assistance of Tianjing, and the power is not the same as the genuine Heavenly Treasure Jian, but it is also a huge breakthrough in modern martial arts.

Just when the research of the simplified version of the Heavenly Treasure Jian had a little bit of shape, the first round of the Hundred Cities League finally arrived in the eyes of many people.

Kyoto, outside the Huilong Arena, colorful flags fluttering, crowds of people, gongs and drums...... I'm sorry, there are no gongs and drums, just some people blowing whistles, making a "whoa, whoa, whoa" noise, which is very annoying.

As an important competition for the annual selection of D-League qualifiers, the Hundred Cities League is popular among fans who can't afford or can't buy tickets for professional matches and want to watch the game live. In addition, this year found a big sponsor, so the venue was chosen at the famous Huilong Arena in Kyoto, and even a small opening ceremony was held.

The thirty-two participating teams stood unevenly on the square outside the arena, looking left and right, pouting, "We must be champions." ”

"Why?" asked Li Manshu, who was the general manager of the club, standing at the front of the team.

Gao Yuan pointed and said: "Look at them, they don't even have the clothes, look at us again, how neat they are!

Rimanshu's face turned green, and he wanted to resign immediately.

I saw that Gao Yuan and the others were in a clear white battle suit, and they really stood out from the crowd and were extremely neat - if there were no advertisements on the back of those chests.

On everyone's chest, the four big words "The Road of the Warrior" are very conspicuous, and this advertisement Li Manshu is quite recognized. At the very least, it is a top journal in the research community, and it never gets involved in these messy things, and how much money it costs to sponsor the Manshu Sawa team is not the main problem, the question is whether you dare to lose this face.

In order to win over Gao Yuan, the path of the warrior can be regarded as a bloody investment. Even if you lose face this time, as soon as you win the Sanfeng Award in two years, you will come back with all the face, right?

The road of the warrior is also forgotten, but what is the advertising behind it, why is it a slippery sentence?

"If you want to win PK, the four generations of the battlefield will look for a long time", who the came up with this advertising slogan, and which designer printed it on the team uniform, if you stand up, I promise not to kill you!

The more Li Manshu thought about the advertisement behind it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't wait to drag out the Taiji fish that took a picture of the advertisement behind it on behalf of the Yuanwang Guild and beat it up!

"Ah ......" was sitting in the arena, eating popcorn with the power of the wilderness, and the Taiji fish who was about to watch the game sneezed, and a very ominous premonition swelled in his heart......

"When the Rig Wave, when the Rig Wave ......" Suddenly the loudspeaker in the square sounded, and a burst of rhythmic square dance music sounded, and many people almost swayed their bodies with it.

With such dynamic music, a host with a bit of a big tongue began to read out the enthusiastic commentary, first introducing the Hundred Cities League for two minutes, and then spending fifteen minutes advertising for the unjust sponsors.

For the sake of the sponsor's share of money, everyone applauded from time to time, and no one listened carefully to what products the sponsor was selling.

Finally, after listening to the advertisement, the team began to enter.

The host probably just finished presiding over the sports meeting of a certain elementary school, and said in a high-pitched voice: "You see, now we are walking towards the Yushu Linfeng team, and the members are extremely handsome, handsome and chic...... Grass, who wrote this manuscript so disgusting? Hey, didn't I turn off the microphone?"

The host who was full of situations, the chaotic entrance ceremony, and the chaos were all in a mess, which was blinding.

Li Manshu was stunned, and it took a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "Gao Yuan, what the hell is this competition? Is this a joke?"

"Don't make a fuss, we're serious. Gao Yuan said solemnly: "The bonus is tens of thousands!"

Soon the teams entered the venue, and each team sent a representative to participate in the draw ceremony.

There are a total of 32 teams in Kyoto, of which eight teams have been seeded, and these are said to be traditional powerhouses.

The meaning of the traditional strong teams in other leagues is: do you have a background, it is very awesome!

The meaning of the traditional strong team in the Hundred Cities League is: there is a foundation because every year, it is very awesome, but it is a pity to lose every year......

Li Manshu went to draw lots on behalf of the team, and I heard that in order to be in a group with her team, the representatives of several other teams almost fought.

When Li Manshu came back, no one asked her what she had drawn.

"Hey, don't you care at all?" asked Riemanshu.

Gao Yuan blinked: "What do you care about?"

"Concern which group we are, what opponents we have, and what tactics we use!" Li Manshu was annoyed: "Can you prepare for the war more seriously?"

"We're serious, you see, we're already warming up. Gao Yuan pursed his lips and pointed to Qi Wangshu, who was warming up not far away.

"Why is she the only one warming up?" asked Rimanshu, "what about you?"

Gao Yuan said seriously: "Manager Li, it's enough to have her alone." ”

"In our first opponent team, there is a retired former pro!"

"Oh?" Gao Yuan was stunned: "This is okay, it's not cheating?"

"The Hundred Cities League allows professional martial artists to participate, and they have retired, and it is also in line with the regulations to come back to participate in the Hundred Cities League. Li Manshu said: "I heard that he has played for a few years in a club in the second division!

Gao Yuan frowned, and beckoned to Ai silently: "Hey, are you down?"

"Not yet. Ai silently held his mobile phone with a strange expression.

"That...... Less. Gao Yuan said: "The next ten thousand is enough." ”

Ai nodded silently, and went to tinker with the phone with a strange face.

Riemann was at a loss: "What? What 10,000?"

"I originally wanted to buy 20,000 yuan Qi Wangshu and a dozen three, since there is a former professional team member opposite, let's buy 10,000. Gao Yuan scratched his head.

Li Manshu almost vomited blood, damn, the old lady worked hard to find out the news for you, you are actually betting on the game?

The next second, she suddenly realized something, and asked in a low voice: "What are the odds, I will also buy some." How much can I bet at most, is it okay to bet a million? What, at most 20,000, when will the hundreds of thousands sponsored by the old lady be won?"

Not far away, Zhu Jianfeng sat on the bench like a piece of wood, looking like he wanted to die.

What kind of team is this, when will I play, he wails in his heart, like a desperate pig in a slaughterhouse......