"Although it's all public information, you also have a heart. Thank you. Bai Lang said this, Fang Zhibei, as a member of the martial arts club of a university in the imperial capital, has passed the first round, and his martial arts are definitely not bad. "He's really not good, do you know martial arts? Not very well? It's hard to explain to you. Thank you anyway, though. ”

After finishing speaking, Bai Lang left this woman Tian Li and went back on his own. "It's a pity, it may have really turned into clouds with the power of splitting the palm of the air, but now it can only be turned into clouds with the palm technique. It should be the result of continuous improvement through generations. Bai Lang thought about this possible conclusion, and the other party Zhibei did not have the slightest worry and attention.

This time, the venue of the competition was an indoor stadium in Jinzhou City, with about 1,000 seats. Like any other stadium, the wooden floor on the surface is movable, and the bottom is a hollow concrete platform - there is no way to cope with the competition, and the cost of wooden flooring is too high. The cement only needs to be poured and repaired, and it is really not possible to break it and re-lay it.

The audience has already entered, tickets for this game are not sold to the public, and the people who come to watch the game are the warriors of the three eastern provinces and the imperial capital, of course, there is a TV recording - it should be seen in the weekly game highlights. Bai Lang had already put on his uniform and was waiting in the lounge, and the other party had already arrived early and was waiting for the war to start.

There was no gossip, Bai Lang glanced at it and was not surprised to see Tian Li sitting in the front row - although this woman shrewdly maneuvered among several men, there were some things she would not have thought of, such as if Bai Lang hadn't asked the organizing committee for a ticket this time, Tian Li would not have been able to enter, let alone come on. Bai Lang has seen it, and now he is focusing on the Fang Zhibei in front of him.

Sure enough, he was a man from the north, with broad shoulders and a tall body, a little taller than Bai Lang. The figure resembles a refrigerator, with a short, thick neck that is basically trapezoidal, and a waist circumference that is not very different from a bust. This body type is typical of the Fierce General type, and it belongs to a very, very strong physique. How can this person's weight be close to two hundred and fifty pounds, which is a heavyweight compared to Bai Lang - thanks to the fact that there is no level in the martial arts league, otherwise it would be impossible for these two people to stand in the ring.

The two sides didn't have anything to say, Bai Lang didn't bother to say cruel words at all, and the one on the other side seemed to be more taciturn. With the referee's order, the two quickly approached and began to fight. Fang Zhibei exhaled, his voice was like a thunderbolt, and the palm technique under his hand was also overlapping like a cloud wave churning - each palm was superimposing power, and more than ten palms that were split in a short period of time formed a cloud in front of him, pressing towards the white waves.

"It was supposed to take just one palm...... Who let the martial arts not work? Bai Lang sighed, and with a mistake in his claws, he directly turned into a tiger and pounced. Ren Er's palm turned into a cloud, and a certain tiger's claw was torn and broken. Bai Lang's claws broke through Fang Zhibei's palm with a fierce wind, but Fang Zhibei's killing move was not in this cloud, but a palm that followed.

This palm gathered momentum with the help of the palm in front of it, and the internal force of the whole body rushed out under a single beat. "Shoot and scatter!" Bai Lang laughed, knowing that this Fang Zhibei must have studied his first battle - this is what a normal person thinks, study your opponent. It seems that he should be a minority who doesn't bother to look at it at all, right? Now it is Fang Zhibei who obviously puts himself on the side of the weak, and when he comes up, he will burst out with all his strength to see if he can change moves with Bai Lang.

"With all the internal forces gathered in one palm, maybe you will win?" Bai Lang could think of the other party's psychology, but he had no obligation to cooperate. This palm dodge can't be dodged, the momentum is staggered, and the palm power is locked - it can't be said that this classmate Fang is a complete weakling, on the contrary, his internal strength and palm technique are really well cultivated. Don't worry about it, just punch him and him.

Bai Lang also exhaled, "Hmph!" With a sigh of breath, the qi gathered between the chest and abdomen, and then the same internal force rushed out, and the internal force of the golden bell jar turned Bai Lang's fist into a heavy hammer, and a fist smashed on this scattered palm force. This blow seemed to explode as if the air had also exploded, and cracks appeared directly on the ground. Unlike Fang Zhibei's action, Bai Lang closed his fist very smoothly, and then blasted out with another fist.

Just stopped on Fang Zhibei's forehead, "Bai Langsheng!" the referee shouted, and Fang Zhibei had already fainted. Blood oozed from half of his arms - the force of a punch not only shocked his palm, but also added Bai Lang's fist power, so it was very normal for Fang Zhibei's arm to crack and capillaries burst. Moreover, this internal force is still rampant, and the shock force has shaken the bones and meridians up and down his body, and it is very normal to faint.

This fight was so fast that it was over in the blink of an eye. Fang Zhibei made more than a dozen palms, but they were all short-term outbursts, and Bai Lang was just a tear and a punch, and the last punch was a show. If you sell tickets, I am afraid that you will be called to refund the tickets, but almost all of the people present are practitioners, and even those who can't do martial arts can get tips from their own elders. "It's just a one-game game. That Bai Lang is much stronger than Fang Zhibei, so one move is over. ”

Of course, if Fang Zhibei wins, it is estimated that it will also be a quick victory...... There is probably this possibility, but after reviewing it, everyone thinks that it is not large.

"Concession and concession. Bai Lang arched his hand, it should be this posture, he rarely practiced martial arts in the past, and most of the time he was killing. However, Fang Zhibei didn't know anymore, because he was carried away in a coma.

Tian Li laughed and jumped like a little girl, maybe her performance was sincere at this moment, but Bai Lang just stretched out a thumb to Xiaoxiao and made a triumphant gesture. The next high-speed train back to the magic capital went back together, and it seemed that Bai Lang's victory had strengthened this woman's determination - Bai Lang also saw it, so he pretended to be asleep and pretended to be stupid throughout the whole process, as long as Tian Li didn't shoot straight balls, he wasn't ready to say.

Otherwise, this matter is very embarrassing, and besides, Bai Lang still wants to play with the counterattack of licking the dog. "Point to point, point to point. Anyway, I will lose some money and be looked down upon....... But now that she has broken her thoughts like this, it can be regarded as revenge. ”

After returning to the magic capital, the next round of matchups is also out - from this round onwards, the whole game will be completely different. Because of the existence of the single-elimination system, after two rounds, the unlucky ones with low martial arts are basically gone, and those who remain are strong players with unique skills. From this round onwards, there will be live broadcasts and the venues will become a little more formal....... In other words, Bai Lang also thinks this is quite fair, because there is no seeded player system in the league individual competition.