Chapter 161: Opposing Scripts
The rod hit the back full of muscles, and immediately broke from it.
After the first person smashed the second person, sawdust flew in the ring, and in a flash, more than 30 sticks broke at root.
The Mao Cun player's expression is hideous, his body is tense, and his back is uninjured, showing the true character of a strong man.
After the thirty or so martial arts practitioners finished fighting, they immediately rushed down from the other side.
Then came a group of men wearing burlap gloves.
Each carried a brick in his hand.
There are red bricks, blue bricks, tiles, bluestone, marble, as well as stubborn stones in the mountains and pebbles in the water.
Place them in front of the players in turn.
The player shouted.
Chop with your hands.
The masonry touched the palm of the hand and shattered.
He saw what bricks hit what bricks.
The sound of the scene is continuous, accompanied by the drumbeat of the music, like exploding firecrackers.
Debris is everywhere.
"It's too explosive." In the stands, the young men came to the spirit.
If Yan Shuangqi is the girl's brother, then this player is their ruthless brother and little baby.
Someone took the lead and shouted:
"Cow Pi, 666, my baby."
The live music is very exciting, and the players on the stage have finished splitting bricks, accompanied by music, showing fierce foreign boxing techniques.
No one will say that he is performing a dance.
The women who came for Yanshuang Qi were very disdainful and full of contempt for the behavior of these men, but the bass drum beat on the scene was very good, and the atmosphere was also there, and many girls shook along inexplicably.
Even the hardcore cheerleaders of Yanshuang Chess were very disdainful of those girls who were shaking around.
"What's the show? Like who hasn't been to a livehouse, you're going to be an atmosphere group? Let me see what a profession is. ”
After that, he shook it harder.
Because of the contestant's performance and good music, the scene ushered in a small wave.
After the contestant finished the performance, his forehead was slightly sweaty.
He didn't step down immediately, but introduced himself into the microphone.
"I know that people don't know me, because I'm not a local, and today is a martial arts conference, so I should show it first and then introduce myself."
"My name is Yang Liu, also known as Yang Pickup, it is said that I was separated from my family for unknown reasons when I was born, and my whole person floated out of the river, so I called Pick Up."
"Lonely but not cowardly, I grew up on the docks! Worship the second master of Guan ......"
"Goji berry wine, betel nut smoke, the more you practice martial arts, the more you go against the sky!"
A group of his brothers in the audience shouted along with him.
Chen Zhan was dumbfounded.
"Huh, this is still from out of town?"
picked up sticks and handed stones, and got forty or fifty people on stage, several times more than Yan Shuangqi's assistants.
Chen Zhan was observing on the spot, and there was no delay in the live broadcast.
also said that Yanshuang chess.
Needless to say, Yang picked up this show, and it was also prepared in advance.
It is impossible to achieve this effect without rehearsing ten or eight times beforehand.
However, the response on the scene was much better than that of Yanshuang Chess, and many people from the ancient martial arts sect accepted this performance, which was real, and it was fierce.
After Yan Shuangqi's drive and Yang Pick's instigation.
The position of the players on the scene began to change subtly.
Yan Shuangqi stood on the left side, and Yang picked up and went to the right side.
Some of the players moved, and the duo began to gather with the two as the core.
Those who do not gather will instinctively stay away from the people around them who are dressed and dressed, or who have a different external momentum.
Chen Zhan rubbed his hands.
"It's kind of interesting, the live beef, that is, the contradiction, has unfolded."
It seems that the antique traditional martial arts conference is fake, but it is actually a martial arts competition in the form of a variety show, and it is all scripted.
I didn't go to the Internet to check, I saw a lot of professional equipment set up from all angles, it is likely to be broadcast live on a certain platform, and it is possible to broadcast a pure reality show variety show after editing.
Chen Zhan was a little convinced, under the inducement of the competition party, this was a grand event of ancient martial arts against modern martial arts.
Is it the traditional classic killing technique or the rule fighting that sweeps modern civilization that is more popular?
How else will the contestants stir up a relationship between the players?
Looking at the many simple martial arts practitioners in front of him, a large part of them obviously didn't see through this kind of program routine.
Chen Zhan just waited to eat a big melon.
His current identity is a traditional martial arts player who represents Liu Li Fighting Gym.
So he stood in the middle ground between the two groups.
The host once again announced the score of Yang Pick's performance.
"One hundred! Congratulations to Yang Pick! ”
No accidents, another perfect score overall.
At this point, the show has actually entered the next stage, and the leaders in the main seat of the stands have got up and left their seats, and even the young representatives of Huaizun have followed.
They were invited to attend the opening ceremony of the conference in their busy schedules, and the following contestants' performances were already part of the competition, and their tasks were completed.
Without the attention of the on-site leaders, the players were more relaxed.
As soon as the two leaders of Yan Shuangqi and Yang Zhu were established, the two groups began to take shape.
However, it was not as Chen Zhan thought, and the scene did not reach a clear state.
The moderator continued:
"After watching the performances of the two popular contestants, I think everyone must have an idea."
"Next, we will enter the martial arts performance of other players, which can be freely combined, singles, sparring, and group training."
"But time is limited, once the time is over, the remaining players can only be eliminated, I hope everyone can cherish the time."
There was a lot of discussion on the spot.
In addition to the very few centrists like Chen Zhan, there is actually another faction.
Chen Zhan observed their behavior and later referred to them as the KeepReel faction, or the naïve faction.
A young martial artist who was extremely dissatisfied with the arrangement of the competition system, learned from Yang Pickup's appearance and jumped out.
snatched the microphone in the host's hand and expressed his heart directly:
"I'm here to compete, I don't know what your talent show is, it's not necessary to rehearse in combination, it's not a sparring but also a performance, we just need to treat it as a one-on-one competition."
After that, he pointed to the players around him and was very arrogant.
"In terms of kung fu, none of you can do it, if you don't accept it, come and get me now."
Many of the older masters looked at him with disdain, disdainful of competing with this young man because of his seniority.
"I'll come." In the crowd, a flat-headed boy with a stunned look raised a hand.
"Report your name."
"Under Wang Bo."
"I think you're a king turtle." Said the young player.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'll play with you, stinky brother."
The two of them didn't speculate, and they started immediately.
Unexpectedly, the arrogant young man was knocked out by Wang Bo's old punch without taking a few hits.
Wang Bo patted the dust on his body.
"I'm a man who has worked with the first warrior monk, so that the martial arts superstars have not been taken advantage of me, if you have the ability to get up, I will give your horse a punch."
Then, bow deeply to the judges' seats.
"Judges, my martial arts performance is over."
The first show, prepared by the contestants, was sparse.
Among the judges, there was a serious disagreement about this.
One of the middle-aged men, wearing glasses and a hat, said:
"I don't think so."
The judge next to him was a man in a sunglasses and hat, who looked very individual, and said:
"I think it's OK."
"I don't think so, he just ran into a weaker player than him, otherwise he would be the fallen clown."
Man in sunglasses says:
"Teacher Ah Yue, you are really strict."
The judges pressed the scores.
The moderator announced:
"Subtract a maximum score, 100 points, deduct a minimum score, zero points, and the final score, 80, unfortunately, this Wang Bo player is to be determined."