One leg was successful, Wang Qingwei immediately withdrew his right leg and continued to stand in a horse step, in his opinion, at the same time as he closed his leg, the other party should be crooked and fell down.

But when he stood firmly, he didn't hear the exclamation, and when he looked up, he was still staggering, stepping on the low stake with one leg, and the other leg was hanging over the low stake that was kicked and bent, and he was looking at himself at this time, with a puzzled face.

"This ......" Wang Qingwei's eyes couldn't wait to stare out of his sockets, he hadn't seen one foot standing on the pile, and even he could do it himself, but at this time, the situation was that Luo Jiu was still carrying a Huo Dongjun on his shoulder!

"I'll greet you, you're kicking my stake?" asked Crazy Nine confused.

At this time, he thought that the other party was dissatisfied with what he had just spoken, so he kicked the low stake under his feet.

The low pile used in this kind of competition is not the kind of wooden pile that usually practices martial arts, but is made of metal, which can be assembled and disassembled, and the triangular bracket supports the circular pile surface, and the following is fixed together with the screw buckle and the ground.

Seeing that Mad Jiu didn't fall down as he expected, Wang Qingwei was a little weak, and as soon as he dodged his eyes, Mad Jiu knew that this guy was not because he was talking to say hello, but because he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he didn't distinguish the winner from above, he was the first to strike, and he couldn't stand steadily, and Brother Jun would fall behind.

Since the referee didn't speak, Mad Jiu immediately did the same, he was much faster than Wang Qingwei with his legs, and he didn't need to say hello to Huo Dongjun, he kicked the low stake under Wang Qingwei's right foot directly to the ground!

Fortunately, after Wang Qingwei didn't succeed just now, he took precautions, learned to be crazy, gritted his teeth and stood on the low stake with one leg!

But the body has begun to shake involuntarily.

However, Mad Jiu didn't plan to let him go like this, he shook his shoulders violently, and shook Huo Dongjun up from his shoulder, and used this moment to kick the low stake that Wang Qingwei stepped on with one leg and bent it backwards!

With one kick, he immediately stood back in place, and steadily carried Huo Dongjun back on his shoulders!

When Wang Qingwei's right foot was kicked over and his body shook, Wu Qingrun had already looked down and understood the situation below, so when Wang Qingwei's body involuntarily leaned back, Wu Qingrun's other hand also grabbed the wooden stump, and his hands hung on the stump!

Huo Dongjun grabbed the hanging pile with Wu Qingrun's hands when he shook his shoulders and jumped up, this situation, if Wu Qingrun was not beaten down, it was impossible to win the green, because Wu Qingrun's huge lion head was almost on the hanging pile, and his hands were also holding the hanging pile, if he wanted to win the green, he must have contact with the other party.

Although Wu Qingrun's actions at this time were a little inferior, but he did not foul, but Huo Dongjun seemed to be in a good situation at this time, but it was impossible to touch the bundle of greens tied to the top of the hanging pile, so when Huo Dongjun jumped up from the shoulder of Mad Jiu, he roared depressedly: "You want it! I'll give it to you!"

The right leg was like a knife, and the cloth shoes on the feet were like knives, and they kicked through the rope hanging above the hanging stake!

Although the rope was broken with an exaggerated leg, this leg kicked the entire suspension pile and the lion of the Flying Dragon Martial Arts Pavilion into a horizontal flight! The suspension pile was directly kicked parallel by Huo Dongjun's leg from vertical!

Wu Qingrun, who grabbed the hanging stake with both hands, was kicked by this leg and got out of his hand! Wearing a lion's head from the top of the circle, he flew out sideways and landed on the sidelines!

The bundle of greens was hung by one of Wu Qingrun's hands, and flew out with Wu Qingrun!

The audience was in an uproar!

Huo Dongjun fell from the empty hanging pile, stood side by side with Luzi Jiu on the low pile, took off the lion's head and looked at the referee off the field.

Yang Qingnong was surrounded by several referees at this time, looking anxious, wanting to say that Hong Yihai Wuguan had committed a foul, but looking at the expressions of several referees, they all seemed to have no intention of explaining, but several referees were discussing how to judge the result of this game.

Zhan Chuanchun laughed and said to Li Jianqing: "Ah Jun seems to have a gentle personality on the surface, but in fact he is quite irritable inside, the lion head of the Flying Dragon Martial Arts Hall is just a little passive trick, Ah Jun can't help it, looking at the posture just now, it is clear that he would rather not have this martial champion, but also swell the other party's face." ”

Li Jianqing frowned, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Huo Dongjun's actions just now: "It's a little dry, it's not as good as at the original Lion King Conference." ”

Zhang Jingfu on the side quietly slurred, this Master Li listened to him, it seems that he is not the kind of charlatan who is good at bragging, but speaking of this senior brother Huo who just kicked the hanging stump with one leg, his legs are strong and strong, and he is not as good as he was at the beginning? This kind of skill is not as good as it was at the beginning, and if he really wins the lion fight the day after tomorrow, it doesn't look very good.

These martial artists on the sidelines had different thoughts, but the audience had no scruples, they applauded loudly from the moment Wang Qingwei kicked the low stake of Crazy Jiu, wishing that the two lions would fight happily on the round formation, but they didn't expect that in the end, Huo Dongjun kicked on the rope and kicked the opponent's lion out sideways!

What are you waiting for without applauding this kind of scene?

So the referee on the sidelines hasn't given the result yet, these audiences have already applauded, and some people who like to be lively are still yelling: "Qingdu has fallen to the ground, it's better to have another game!"

The staff of the competition had already helped Wu Qingrun up, Wu Qingrun was not injured, his eyes were full of anger at this time, and he glared at Huo Dongjun, who was still in the circle, if it weren't for so many people watching, Wu Qingrun would jump up and do it with the other party.

"In this game, after the referee reported to the chief referee for discussion, it was unanimously agreed that Hong Yihai won!"

A referee announced in public.

Yang Qingnong angrily brushed his sleeves and left, Wu Qingrun was covered in dust, Wang Qingwei lowered his head and didn't dare to see people, originally the Flying Dragon Martial Arts Hall wanted to lose Hong Yihai's face, but in the end, he ended up with a lion being knocked away!

When passing by Li Jianqing's side, Yang Qingnong took a deep breath: "Master Li, the Flying Dragon Martial Arts Hall will be taught again the day after tomorrow!"

Li Jianqing didn't even look at Yang Qingnong, just looked at the apprentices in the field, and said: "Master Yang, whether you can learn it again depends on the ability of the Flying Dragon Martial Arts Hall. ”

Li Jianqing didn't say any more about the next words, but it had already made Yang Qingnong's face turn purple, and he snorted and walked towards the sidelines!

The martial champion of the lion dance performance is Hong Yihai's.

Lei Zhenhuan, who was watching the battle on the rostrum, smiled lightly on his face.