A deafening drum beat was heard outside the tent, and the game began. The girl said that she couldn't report her name, so it was good to go and see the excitement. When we walked out of the tent, we saw that the high platform was crowded with people around it, and there were more than a dozen circles of impermeable wind, and the jury composed of several martial arts masters and the contestants who had already signed up sat in the innermost circle. The number of contestants is not large, which shows the meticulousness and rigor of the review.

The referee was a middle-aged man with a little lame right leg, a dark face, a thick beard, and a pair of tiger eyes that were not angry and arrogant, only swept back and forth, and the audience was silent. The competition kicked off in his deep voice: "In the first game, the Qingshan Dart Bureau is Lei Ren Zhang, against Nanhai Thirty Lang. ”

In the corner of the high platform stood a scrawny guy, dressed in the style of a dart master, with one hand on his waist, and one hand holding a big banner that said "Qingshan Dart Bureau" hunting in the wind, like Top Gun.

Dozens of strong men jumped up on the opposite side, clasped their fists and saluted in unison, and said loudly: "Nanhai Thirty Lang is here!"

Lei Ren's eyes were about to pop out: "Who are you who are the South China Sea Thirty Lang?"

A tall man on the opposite side stood up and straightened his sleeves: "Thirty of us brothers have been practicing since childhood, walking, eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet together, and they are the same person, collectively known as Nanhai Thirty Lang." Whether the other party is alone or in thousands of troops, we are all 30 people together. ”

The other twenty-nine men patted their chests in unison and said in unison, "That's right!"

"I'll go! Why don't you call Nanhai Sanchilang?!" Lei Ren Zhang scolded, put down the flagpole and ran away.

The referee announced: "Lei Ren Zhang abstained, Nanhai Thirty Lang won." The applause was thunderous.

"In the second game, the wasp stabbed Huang Erlang behind the tail and stabbed the eight-armed Arhat Ye Qianshou. "It sounds like they should be masters of using hidden weapons, and sure enough, both of them are wearing loose clothing, which is to facilitate the collection and casting of hidden weapons. Huang Erlang's yellow trousers are particularly eye-catching, with interlaced silk threads full of holes, like a fishing net.

Ye Qianshou made the first move, releasing seven flying knives, directly taking Huang Erlang's Yin Tang Cheng Pulp, Xuan Ji Zhongshen Qi Haizhong and other seven acupoints, as fast as lightning, the knife is deadly, if it is not a peerless master, it is impossible to survive. But seeing Huang Erlang's panicked expression, his face was pale, and his steps retreated backwards, but he stumbled, fell to the ground on all fours, and seven flying knives swept above him, all of them missed. The martial arts master is extraordinary, not to mention the light breeze that dodges the hidden weapon, and can also pretend to be at a loss to adjust the atmosphere, and the audience can't help but applaud in unison.

Huang Erlang rolled over and got up, prostrate on the ground like a toad, his buttocks facing Ye Qian's hands. I was wondering, only to hear him shout: "Strike!" Then, with a flutter, two streams of turbid yellow gas erupted from the back of the fishnets, and the momentum was strong, hitting Ye Qianshou's face. When he landed on the stage, there was a miasma, Ye Qianshou fainted on the spot, and the nearby audience also fled with their faces hidden.

This move was too powerful and blew up Huang Erlang's fishnet pants, but before Bai Huahua's ass could be exposed, the high platform under Huang Erlang suddenly fell, and almost at the same time, more than 50 green-clothed men rushed out of nowhere, each holding a large piece of black cloth in their hands, and rushed to Huang Erlang's position.

After a period of chaos, there was only an unconscious Ye Qianshou and a square hole left on the high platform. After a while, the men in green lined up in a neat formation, carrying Huang Erlang, who was wrapped like a black mummy, out of the hole in the high platform, and stopped in the center of the high platform to wait for the referee to leave.

The high platform that had just fallen slowly rose and returned to its original state. Three more groups of green-clothed men emerged from the crowd, one group of people with brooms and dustpans and mops, quickly cleaning the venue and returning things to their places as if nothing had happened, another group of people carrying boxes with sprinkler heads spraying perfume everywhere, and the air suddenly became extremely fresh, and a group of people holding various musical instruments and enthusiastically playing cheerful and harmonious tunes, bringing the audience back to the sunny afternoon when they met their first love.

The referee communicated with the jury, limped to the center of the high platform, and stared at Huang Erlang with a solemn face: "Are you guilty?"

Huang Erlang shouted: "This is an accident! The mesh of the pants you sent me is too small and not breathable!"

The referee's eyes were like torches: "But you concealed the truth about your martial arts when you signed up." ”

Huang Erlang shouted: "How can you hide it?!"

The referee took out the registration form and confronted him on the spot: "Martial arts: preemptive." Did you just use a preemptive strike? This is clearly a fart!"

Huang Erlang was straightforward: "That's right, launching from behind to subdue others is not a preemptive strike!"

The referee glanced at him with disdain, faced the audience, and announced loudly: "Huang Erlang practiced low-level martial arts, deceived the judges, and openly exposed his nakedness in public, violated morals and customs, and polluted the audio-visual. After finishing speaking, all the men held Huang Erlang, who was shouting injustice, and marched towards the yamen with high spirits.

Seeing Huang Erlang's fate, I couldn't help but gasp, and my heart was full of understanding and gratitude to those two serious and responsible registration officers.

The game continued: "In the third game, the sword king is full of eyebrows, against the sword saint Li Wei. ”

There was a chorus of voices from the crowd, and these were all heavyweights. Soon after Sha Ren disappeared from the rivers and lakes, the sword saint Li Wei became famous, and it is rumored that he also fished up a drunken old man from the dung pit, and was also guided by this mysterious master of the world, and also made three chapters of the law with the master, and also had the same superb swordsmanship as Sha Ren, which was unrivaled. Knife King Qi Mei is not an idle person, proficient in all kinds of knife techniques, whether it is a pig-killing knife or a pedicure knife, his hands are full of vitality, splitting the breeze and stabbing the bright moon, breaking mayflies, castrations and flies, all of them are at ease, which can be called a must in the world.

The two sides appeared, Li Weixian played a set of Mozi swordsmanship with both offense and defense, suddenly the sword edge turned, and danced the Yue Nu sword with both rigidity and softness, and then performed the Dharma swordsmanship and Dugu Nine Swords, and finally even used both hands and feet, and at the same time the seven swords, dazzling, won the full house.

Not to be outdone, Qi Mei came up with a difficult combination show of "** knife + demon knife + blood shadow knife + one-armed knife", and he also cut off one of his arms in the link of the one-armed knife - this is not a miss, but to enhance credibility and shock. Later, he also performed stunts such as one-handed knife sharpening of the face and front teeth and flying knives, which pushed the atmosphere of the arena to a new **.

After the performance of the scheduled subject, the two sides entered a head-to-head confrontation, only to see Li Wei holding his long sword high and slashing straight towards Qi Mei, a seemingly insipid move was actually full of murderous intentions. Qi Mei didn't dare to be careless, and met it steadily with a one-armed horizontal knife. With a bang, the two blades collided in one place, and sparks flew out. Li Wei continued to exert his skills, slashing several swords in the same posture, and shouted the sword trick in his mouth: "Hack you to death, hack you to death." ”

Qi Mei blocked several times in a row,-for-tat: "If you can't cut it, you can't kill it." ”

Dingdingding...... Dangdangdang......

"It's worthy of being a master," a short old man in front of me twisted his beard and shook his head and commented, "The art is deep in the depths, there are no tricks to win, don't look at these moves are extremely ordinary, but they contain ever-changing, which is really the highest level of martial arts." ”

As he spoke, the sword and the knife broke at the same time, and the two sides fought hard, discarded their weapons and began to fight with their bare hands. Li Wei waved his arms, used the martial arts mastery "Wang Baquan", and struck at Qi Mei with his head and face. Qi Mei was unable to support one-armed, was swept to the ground, hurriedly curled up to hold his head, kicked his legs into the air, and screamed in his mouth, like a stubborn child who had been robbed of a sugar gourd. Li didn't see that he couldn't win, so he simply pounced on the whole person, hugged Qi Mei tightly, and tore it up scolding, like a shrew who had been robbed of her husband. The two heroes were half-rolling in one place and were inseparable, looking like two male orangutans fighting for the right to mate from a distance, and from a distance, they looked like two buzzing big-headed flies.

The battle lasted for about two hours, and the audience grew tired and yawned. The referee also felt that life was short and time was precious, so he ordered someone to pull the two heroes apart and announced the ruling: "The two sides are evenly matched, and it is a draw." ”>