On the third day of the fifth month, heavy snowfall.

In the outer courtyard of the Wave Boxing Gym, a spacious and tall martial arts ring has already been erected.

In the courtyard, all the apprentices who participated in the big competition have arrived, a total of twenty people, except for this, there is no outsider, the big competition in the gym is only internal, not external, and all outsiders are not allowed to watch.

After all, if the apprentices play brilliantly, it's good to say that they can give the head of the gym face, but if they make a fool of themselves and are seen by outsiders, they will lose face, and how will they receive new disciples in the future.

Once a year, Old Man Wu didn't dare to bet.

In front of the ring, three seats were set up.

Sitting in the center is the white-haired old man Wu, flanked by his daughter Wu Ling, and his beloved disciple Zhao Tao.

Li Yun stood in the crowd, his tall and majestic body stood out among the apprentices, which was very eye-catching.

Next to him was Wang Lung, after two days, Wang Lung seemed to have figured it out, and did not mention the events of that day again, and his eyes were like torches, and he was full of fighting spirit, this state of mind, Li Yun was also more surprised.

He originally thought that Wang Lung had experienced so many setbacks, not to mention decadence to the end, at least it would have an impact, but he didn't think that this guy not only did not fall into decadence, but became more and more motivated.

The ability to adjust to the mind is top-notch.

"Brother Wang, congratulations on regaining your previous fighting spirit," Li Yun said with a smile.

Wang Lung touched the back of his head and smiled: "Just look away, it's not a big deal." ”

"Wait a minute, please Brother Li fight with me with all your might!" Wang Lung said, staring at Li Yun with his eyes full of war.

Seeing this, Li Yun smiled dumbly: "Okay." ”

He estimated that the depression of these days had finally stimulated Wang Lung's potential, and it may have been just yesterday that his boxing skills, or strength, had a huge breakthrough.

Otherwise, Wang Lung wouldn't have looked like a different person.

After talking to Wang Long, Li Yun looked at Zhou Song in the martial arts ring.

Zhou Song was wearing a thin practice uniform, his muscles were knotted, and his tall body stood in the middle of the ring, holding a bamboo tube in his right hand, and in the bamboo tube, there were twenty bamboo sticks.

These twenty bamboo skewers are probably used to draw candidates for the competition.

Everyone present also understood this, and immediately chattered, and Li Yun was even more keenly aware that there was a gaze staring at him like a knife.

As a martial artist, Li Yun's nerves are far beyond ordinary people, and he immediately looked at it with great accuracy, it was Zhang Yan, who was only five or six meters away from him, and it was the son-in-law who wanted to lose to him with silver before, he saw Li Yun look over, and even pouted provocatively.

Sick in the brain.

Speechless in his heart, Li Yun withdrew his gaze.

In the ring, Zhou Song, as the second senior brother of the boxing gym, said in a solemn voice: "Quiet! ”

The noisy scene fell silent in an instant.

Zhou Song saw that he was quiet and then said: "The rules of this competition, there is only one point, no death, in addition, defeating the opponent to surrender or faint and out of the ring is victory." ”

"The first in the competition, you can enter the inner courtyard."

"Twenty bamboo sticks, corresponding to twenty of you, your name is written on the bamboo sticks, the first draw two, the loser retreats, the winner defends, and then the beater is drawn, the defender fails, the beater becomes the guard, until everyone is defeated and becomes the first."

The words fell, and the originally quiet scene boiled again, this rule is not fair... If this is the case, the more you are in front, the more you will suffer, after all, if you don't have enough physical strength, you really can't hold it.

No matter how strong you are, if you are consumed by one opponent, sooner or later you will lose because of lack of physical strength.

Li Yun naturally understands this truth, Old Man Wu wants to raise Gu and kill one of the best.

Or rather, he didn't want these apprentices in the courtyard to enter the inner courtyard.

In this regard, Li Yun's face was flat, he had a dragon spirit and a tiger in his body, and his physical strength was inhuman, even if he became the first to defend it, he was not afraid of the slightest.

He also wants an entry, and he also wants to enter the inner court.

After the cultivation of Wave Boxing reached its full completion, Li Yun could faintly perceive that every time he finished a set of boxing techniques, he always felt slightly incomplete, just like when he was about to get excited about the competition with Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou suddenly cut off the unpleasantness of the competition.

Obviously, there is a follow-up from Wave Boxing to Stacked Waves, this old man Wu is very smart, and he did not hand over the complete boxing method to them, if he wants to learn the follow-up, he must enter the inner courtyard.

"Quiet!"

Zhou Song shouted again: "If you are dissatisfied, you can leave." ”

No one left, this was the last chance, and no one wanted to let it go.

Seeing this, Zhou Song began to shake the bamboo tube, and everyone's eyes were staring at the bamboo tube, as if with the shaking of the bamboo tube, their minds were also shaking.

Except for Li Yun, everyone didn't want to be the first.

Smack!

Two bamboo sticks flew out of the bamboo tube and fell to the ground, Zhou Song bent down to pick it up, and after seeing the name, he said lightly: "The first scene, Wang Long, Zhang Yan." ”

Call... I don't know how many people breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this result, Li Yun shook his head, but unfortunately, there was one less entry this time.

"Brother Li, I'll go!"

"Come on."

Wang Lung clenched his fists, strode forward with great fighting spirit, and after a few steps, he jumped into the ring.

On the other hand, Zhang Yan's footsteps were brisk, he clicked the ground twice, and his body jumped up like a breeze, landing in a chic manner, obviously Zhang Yan had practiced light footwork.

After the two landed, they clasped their fists and saluted until Zhou Song started to fall, and at the same time, the two of them shot at the same time, in order to seize the opportunity.

Wang Long's wave fist is obviously a small success, the fist style is magnificent, and from time to time there is a sound of breaking the air and exploding, it is really like a wave, and the fist becomes more and more violent and fast as time goes by!

Zhang Yan's footwork is sensitive, constantly retreating and moving to dodge, he obviously knows the weakness of Wave Fist - the consumption is amazing.

His purpose was to exhaust Wang Lung's physical strength and finally solve the other party easily.

Wang Lung obviously understood, but the battle intent in his eyes became more and more amazing, regardless of the physical exertion, he punched wildly.

Even when the momentum was extreme, Wang Lung made a move to stack waves, and the air exploded, but he was still dodged by Zhang Yan.

"Idiot," Zhang Yan sneered, seeing that Wang Lung's physical strength was almost exhausted, he no longer dodged, and bullied himself, and the wave fist hit like a storm.

Wang Long, whose physical strength was almost exhausted, how could he resist Zhang Yan, who was still in a state to attack with all his might?

After only two or three breaths, the situation reversed, Wang Lung was forced to keep retreating, struggling to resist, and his body was also punched several times, and his face was even redder to the extreme, as if he was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood in the next moment.

"Do you think you can be arrogant with your small achievements in boxing? It's ridiculous, five days ago, my wave fist was already small! ”

"Get out!"

Zhang Yan laughed out loud, and kicked Wang Long, who was at the end of the crossbow, out of the ring.

"Zhang Yan, win!" Zhou Song said loudly.

Offstage, Wang Lung's face was pale.

And Zhou Song shook the bamboo tube, ready to draw the next person, Zhang Yan saw this and immediately said, "Senior brother, slow down." ”

"In my opinion, there is no need to draw any more."

"I, Zhang Yan, am not a waste, don't challenge me if you haven't achieved a small amount of boxing, master, only fight with masters."

Zhang Yan said, looking down at the group of apprentices, his tone was arrogant, and finally he looked at Li Yun fiercely.

"So Li Yun, dare to come forward and fight?!"