The vehicle was moving, one fast and one slow, and the bus was quickly pulled away and disappeared under the eyes of Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's a bit of a coincidence...... Lou Cheng shook his head and smiled, pushed his glasses, and sighed.

He knew very well that the fans of the Dragon and Tiger Club would also come to watch the game today, but he didn't expect to meet them once on the way.

Of course, this is only one-sided, even if they saw the passengers in the car just now, they would not know that "that" is the sailor "Schrödinger's Tiger", and there is a high probability that they will not even recognize themselves as Lou Cheng.

When Yan Zheke heard this, he smiled and glanced at his husband:

"Orange, I thought of a lyric!"

"What?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.

"It's hard to hold hands on the other side~" Yan Zheke pursed his lips and chuckled.

"Where is this!" Lou Cheng responded angrily and funny, and added wittily, "Then we are destined to meet thousands of miles away, and we can sleep together for a hundred years?"

Yan Zheke took a sip, turned his head to look at the side with the corners of his mouth upturned, and immediately looked at Lou Cheng with "disgust":

"Do you remember such an old song so clearly? Uncle Orange!"

While talking and talking, the car slowed down and drove into the parking lot, and after Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke paid half of the charter fee, they pushed the door and walked down, and according to the instructions, they walked along the road hand in hand for about six or seven hundred meters.

After turning a mountain col, the two of them were cheerful in front of them, only to feel that the "burning factor" in the air suddenly increased, and it became extremely active.

Ahead was a wide area that sank deeper and deeper into the center, and every few steps, flames emerged from the ground, burning silently, day and night, without extinguishing.

Looking at it with the extreme eye, Lou Cheng saw that there was a dark red flowing in the cracks at the core of this place, and the parts near the outside world seemed to be covered by black and gray armor.

This is the home of the Dragon Tiger Club, the famous "Flame Hell"!

Around the size of two or three football fields, there are one after another semi-enclosed transparent corridors, which are either high and low, divided into several rows, or divided into boxes, which is exactly the "stands" in the usual sense, in order to prevent the "helpless" spectators from being injured by the flying flames, sputtered magma, the aftermath of the explosion, etc., which are all made of high-tech explosion-proof fire-resistant glass, and leave a channel to listen to the sound.

Yan Zheke took out the two tickets from his satchel, found the corresponding glass box, and under the instructions of the security personnel, opened the door and entered, there were sofas, coffee tables, and three large screens showing "Flame Hell" from different angles.

"This is the first time I've enjoyed VIP treatment in the stands...... Lou Cheng looked left and right, smiled and said.

"Actually, I prefer the kind with a lot of people, and the atmosphere is contagious. Yan Zheke's eyes turned upward, not hiding his thoughts, "But my grandfather has to give me this, for fear of any accidents, I told him that I was with you, and he was not at ease." ”

"This is a non-human realm to completely reassure my grandfather......" Lou Cheng laughed to himself.

In the eyes of the Waigang powerhouse, a "talented" top six-rank Dan Realm martial artist is indeed not so safe.

"Perhaps, boy, sprint!" Yan Zheke replied, half jokingly and half encouragingly.

In the various exciting game replays before the game, the time came to 10:25 in the morning, and all the positions in the "stands" had owners, including many long guns and short guns in the press gallery.

One by one, unmanned drones took off, took their places, and transmitted the pictures back to the glass corridor, so that the scenes that the audience could see were confirmed.

Lou Cheng noticed that the "little wontons" were in the glass room outside the three "stands" on his left, and he was so excited that he refused to sit down, looking left and right.

After an introduction and a lively dance on the edge of the "venue", the sky suddenly darkened, and the dull and oppressive taste jumped on the paper.

Bang!

A thunderclap exploded, turning into a wave of sound and rolling in all directions, as if it had become substance.

This is the momentum of the "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou? Lou Cheng thought about it, couldn't sit still any longer, stood up, and walked to the position half a step away from the glass in front of him.

Yan Zheke is the same, standing side by side with him.

At this moment, the fire in the wide square jumped up in unison, and the dark red "iron stream" shook off the black ash, and a few red gold waves jumped out!

Rumble!

A stream of magma erupted, rushed into the sky, fell down, illuminated the darkness, and illuminated a figure in the distance of the "arena".

He was wearing a navy blue martial arts uniform embroidered with dragons and tigers, long and straight, with handsome facial features, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his short inch hair stood up, showing his unruliness and unruliness, it was difficult to see from his appearance that this was a man in his early thirties.

With each step, the earth trembled, causing the flames to soar and magma to spew out.

There was no call, including Lou Cheng, Qi Qi shouted out a well-known name, making it echo in the mountains:

"Dragon King!"

"Dragon King" Chen Qitao!

In such an atmosphere, the sky was dark again, and if dark clouds gathered, the audience was uneasy, the noise was lowered, and the flames and flying magma were eclipsed.

From the other side, a strangely dressed man slowly walked out, the white robe on his body was like a martial arts uniform like Taoist clothes, and the edges were embroidered with blue lightning and purple thunder, his height was two or three centimeters shorter than Lou Cheng, his appearance was delicate, his temperament was elegant, deep and introverted, and he was not publicized.

"Martial Saint" Qian Donglou!

"Martial Saint" Qian Donglou, who is two years younger than the "Dragon King"!

He became famous at a young age, and when Chen Qitao caught up, he completely overwhelmed a generation of martial artists, and the country of China is so big that no one dares to call it arrogant!

And as he grew older, the previous generations of strong men were also subdued.

Although he worships the "Dragon King" and prefers the man with a true temperament, Lou Cheng has to admit that the "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou is the standard grandmaster in his mind.

Now, he is fighting the momentum of "Dragon King" and the crowd on his own!

The referee did not dare to enter the center of the field, but raised his right hand from a distance, dutifully playing the role of a humanoid artifact:

"The first game of the game. ”

"'Dragon King' Chen Qitao vs. 'Martial Saint' Qian Donglou!"

Those who have a title must be called on similar occasions as a sign of respect!

"Dragon King, Dragon King!"

In a cheer, the referee suddenly waved his right hand and said loudly:

"Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already jumped away, away from the war zone.

Bang!

At this time, the "Dragon King" Chen Qitao had already punched out, as if he was going to hit the void.

However, his fist was like a missile, "dragging" his body forward quickly, leaving a visible afterimage, creating a loud sound that broke the sound barrier.

Punch yourself!

The afterimage stretched, and at the fist of the "Dragon King", the golden-red flames instantly ignited, spreading rapidly, covering his whole body, making him seem to have become a fire god or a fire emperor walking on the ground.

Super Saiyan ...... This thought popped up inexplicably in Lou Cheng's mind.

"Martial Saint" Qian Donglou and "Dragon King" have fought many times, and they know each other quite well, and they have long lost the mentality of trying to make moves, and in the face of the attack, they slapped their palms violently.

Bang!

A loud thunder exploded, which seemed to roll in everyone's hearts, and the glass hundreds of meters away clanged, making Yan Zheke feel a shock to his heart, his spirit shaking, and he felt that it was difficult to gather.

At the same time as the thunderbolt of the sunny sky was released, the "Martial Saint" parted his palms and pulled out a leaping purple thunder knife.

As soon as it appeared, it immediately slashed at the golden-red flames that covered the "Dragon King's body".

And Qian Donglou followed, surrounded by silver and white lightning, and the gods approached like mortals.

The fierce battle began, and the two strong men in the world were in full swing, and Lou Cheng was fascinated by it, eager to copy their every move and every change.

Compared with watching the live broadcast, watching the battle on the spot has a more three-dimensional sense, and you can better appreciate the power of the strong outside, such as the ground that trembles from time to time, the fire waves that can be felt through the heat-resistant glass, and the deafening thunder......

This battle lasted for a full twenty minutes, and the magma in the center of the "arena" had turned into a fountain, and the "Dragon King" Chen Qitao was surrounded by a ball of fireballs that were either gold, red, purple, or white.

With his one-move attack, these fireballs fused one after another, condensed into a ball, and shrank in the palm of his hand.

With a loud shout, the "Dragon King" stretched his arms, jumped high, and smashed down with a punch.

Bang!

Lou Cheng reacted very quickly, and reached out to cover Yan Zheke's eyes first, at this time, the position of the two powerhouses lit up to make the audience's eyes tingle, briefly blurred, and there were tears, as if a round of great sun had descended here.

Bang!

A wave of fire erupted, and a small mushroom cloud rose into the sky, blooming to the fullest.

When Lou Cheng opened his eyes, the "Dragon King" had already relied on the advantage of the home environment and narrowly defeated the "Martial Saint" by half a move.

After watching the playback and thinking of the previous experience, Lou Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and blurted out:

"Enjoyable!"

This is really a battle that makes the blood of the warriors boil!

Within a range of tens of hundreds of meters, people are like gods!

Next, the two sides successively have Wuguang Daoren, Yunyan Taoist and "Luohou" Ning Zitong, "Optimus Prime" Long Zhen These Waigang powerhouses played, after five rounds of hard fighting, the Dragon and Tiger Club won 3-2, and it was past twelve o'clock at this time.

"It's wonderful...... Yan Zheke looked at Lou Cheng excitedly and praised it in a low voice.

"Well, it's not in vain, it's much more exciting than watching the live broadcast. Lou Cheng glanced at the various marks on the glass in front of him.

The two exchanged emotions about today's game and walked out of the box hand in hand.

At this moment, Yan Zheke, who was wandering away, pulled downstairs Cheng, and pointed with his chin obliquely:

"Little Wonton ......"

Belch...... Lou Cheng looked at it suspiciously, and saw the petite and lovely young "selling wontons" girl holding a notebook, and ran over, the goal was probably, maybe, it seems, hey, it's me?

What is she looking for me to do?

You won't know I'm "Schrödinger's Tiger", will you?

No way, I definitely didn't reveal that I was a pine college student, and there was no update on the identity involved in the talk, how could they guess?

In a daze, the little girl who was "selling wontons" was already close, looked at Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke who were dazed and surprised, and said with a sweet smile:

"Hello, Lou Cheng. ”

That's right, she recognized me as Lou Cheng, so it's normal to come over and ask for an autograph...... Lou Cheng felt that he understood the truth, and responded with a smile: "Hello." ”

"Selling wontons" explained embarrassedly: "You wore these glasses, we didn't recognize it, but we still saw it......"

She didn't say anything, just glanced at Yan Zheke.

Girls who are so beautiful with their own characteristics are easy to recognize!

"Understood. Lou Cheng looked at his daughter-in-law with a bit of teasing, and was glared back by her.

"Sell and sell wontons" smiled again, pointing to the "plumber eating mushrooms" and "pig rider" and others in the back:

"We're from the Dragon Tiger Club forum, you should know those two, right?"

She was talking about "the road to the ring" and "invincible with one punch".

"Know, my memory is not so bad, and the Little Martial Saint Ring Tournament has a special meaning in my heart. Lou Cheng chuckled lightly and said.

He couldn't figure out what the little wonton was doing again.

"He remembers!" "Sell wontons" shouted excitedly, then turned around and said sincerely, "Since that time, many of us have been optimistic about you, witnessed you grow step by step, and led the Songda Martial Arts Club to win the national championship. ”

"After confirming that it was you before the game, we posted on the forum and made a call, and many fans responded. ”

Speaking of this, she paused, took the book in her hand, with the names of "Selling Wontons", "Pig Rider", "Road to the Ring" and other people, bowed and said:

"On behalf of ourselves and some of the fans of the Dragon Tiger Club, we would like to make a plea to you, if, if you don't return to the Ice God Sect in the future, can you consider the Dragon Tiger Club first? We really like you! I really believe that you can create brilliance here!"

When "Little Wonton" posed in this pose, "Road to the Ring", "One Punch Invincible" and "Above the Sky" and other altar friends made the same action as her, not saying anything about others, only expressing themselves.

Lou Cheng was suddenly a little moved, and he had some subtle emotions because of the familiar person doing this, and smiled:

"I can't guarantee anything, I can only say, as you know, I'm a fan of Dragon Tiger. ”

He reached out and took the autograph book.

"Little Wonton" smiled very brightly:

"Thank you, thank you! We will post a topic of 'Lou Cheng Longhu' on Weibo until you make a choice!"

After speaking, she waved her hand, ran back happily, and high-fived the "Road to the Ring" and others one by one.

Lou Cheng took a deep look at them, took the notebook, pulled the little fairy, and walked out of the arena.

"I'm also a fan of Dragon Tiger......" Yan Zheke suddenly whispered.

Lou Cheng looked over, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and they had a tacit understanding.

When they were far away from here, the "little wonton" who was still excitedly exchanging about the matter suddenly sighed:

"I was stupid! I forgot to sign it, and I forgot to ask Lou Cheng if he had a number for our forum!"

............

After lunch, back to the hotel, Yan Zheke entered the bathroom, unloaded the sunscreen on his face, neck, arms, legs and feet, Lou Cheng took a pillow behind him, sat leisurely on the bed, brushed the group of the Dragon and Tiger Club, and placed the petition book sent by the altar friends such as "Sell Wontons" beside him.

"Haha, Xiaolong is really considerate, he helped me take a photo with Lou Cheng!" At this time, the little girl was showing off.

The so-called group photo is the scene when she explained the truth to Lou Cheng, and it belongs to the snapshot, so she only has her back with a ponytail.

However, the little girl didn't mind this, and even said happily: "No need to beautify!"

"Hate you!" I heard in the group before that the people met Lou Cheng's "Phantom Fan" and "burst into tears".

"Sell wontons" "looked at her weakly": "I originally wanted to help you get an autograph, but I was so nervous that I forgot everything except business......"

"Break up!" "Phantom Fan" "Cover your ears and shake your head".

"What position is the break-up?" "Always pure love Jun Okamoto" interjected.

His reality and the Internet are completely two people, and according to "Little Wonton", he is shy and doesn't talk much.

"I hate you ......" "Phantom Fan" repeated, and then @ "Gaishi Dragon King", "Little Dragon, Little Dragon, what is the realm of my idol?"

"How can I see it? Even the strong people of Waigang can't judge the specific level of the Dan Realm just from their appearance, unless the qi machine is traction,-for-tat. "The Dragon King of the World" said, "However, it has been less than three months since the end of the national competition, and he has pushed his physical fitness and martial arts moves to the level of the top six grades at most. ”

"Isn't that Bai Xiaosheng's chances of winning higher?" "The Road to the Ring" asked with interest.

"There are still more than five months left, and Lou Cheng himself has awakened his ability again, and there is still some hope for non-human beings before the end of the year. "The Dragon King of the World" replied pertinently.

"Hey, I'm a little worried, if Bai Xiaosheng wins, my idol will definitely be very unhappy. "Phantom Fan" was watched by his parents and failed to participate in the face base, so he had to brush his sense of existence in the group.

"Hey, what's there to worry about, the year before last, no, in January last year, Lou Cheng and I were not much different...... Today, I haven't even touched the threshold of the Dan realm, and people are impacting the inhuman realm, even if it doesn't work out at the end of the year, and if I am ridiculed, I can still complete the transformation next year and fight back against the slander. "One punch is invincible," he said with great emotion.

"Don't talk about this, calculate the time, when Xiaofan is admitted to college, you can see Lou Cheng playing on behalf of our Dragon and Tiger Club!" "Sell and sell wontons" cheered up at what he thought was the most ideal improvement speed, "When the time comes, you will be admitted to Huacheng!"

As she spoke, she sighed again: "I have always felt that my psychological quality is very good, and the result is ...... I thought that Lou Cheng might be a fan of our Dragon Tiger Club, and I was going to ask him if he had an account on the forum, and if not, let him register a ......"

"If he registers, I will give him the title of Tancao!" "One punch invincible" said with a smile.

"Ahhh

"Touch the little wonton, don't be sad, these tasks can be handed over to Xiao Changye, she has all mixed into the Songda Martial Arts Club!" "Phantom Fan" comforted the good Ji You.

"That's it, and Lou Cheng's signature is worthless, and the words are too ugly (manual funny). Lou Cheng couldn't help but come out and blacken himself.

"Sell wontons" and "Phantom Fan" replied almost at the same time:

"We just love it!"

"That's what personality is called!"

"Haha, tiger, don't reason with girls at such times. "Pig Rider" said with a smile, "I posted Lou Cheng's response in the forum, everyone is very enthusiastic, the future of Shangqing has Peng Leyun, Kongtong has Ren Li, Daxing Temple has Zhihai and Shishan, we also have to have a Lou Cheng." ”

"I just don't know when he will be able to get to Feiren, and if he has the potential to impact the ...... of Waigang," "The plumber eats mushrooms" said with a little worry.

Good seedlings don't necessarily grow into big trees.

The saying that the future belongs to you is often toxic......

During Lou Cheng's chat, Yan Zheke walked out of the bathroom wearing the slippers provided by the hotel, glanced at the petition book, and said with a smile: "Does it feel complicated?"

"Well, I'm embarrassed to say that I'm Schrödinger's tiger......" Lou Cheng replied with a sigh.

After saying a few words about this matter, Yan Zheke curled up on one leg, sat on the edge of the bed with one leg down, swiped Weibo and news, and shouted softly with interest:

"Orange, orange, come and see, the dragon king is so handsome and stylish......"

Lou Cheng leaned over and found that this was the picture of the "Dragon King" being captured after making a killing move, the golden red flames jumped, the muscles showed the most perfect proportions, and the sense of power was full.

"That's right. He echoed and agreed.

"And this one...... This ...... The Dragon King looks so young, and he has a lot of taste...... Yan Zheke reads the praise of the "Dragon King" in the news report from time to time.

Lou Cheng listened to the little fairy's narration, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Originally, his daughter-in-law worshiped the Dragon King, he didn't think there was anything, but thought that the two sides had a common language, but after watching the battle on the spot, he suddenly found that the Dragon King was twelve or thirteen years older than himself, much more handsome than himself, and his martial arts were much higher than himself......

The mood suddenly became dull, and Lou Cheng slowly fell silent.

Most girls are more sensitive, Yan Zheke shared and shared, suddenly raised his head, looked at Lou Cheng in confusion, blinked his eyes twice and said:

"Orange, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing ......" Lou Cheng held his mobile phone and pretended to be scrolling through the forum by the way.

Yan Zheke pursed his lips, looked at him suspiciously, recalled the situation just now, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled, his dimples smiled, and he whispered in surprise and joy:

"Orange, are you jealous?"

"No. Lou Cheng subconsciously retorted.

Yan Zheke changed his posture, knelt beside him, looked at his face with a smile, and said to himself:

"I just worship the spirit of the dragon king and never admit defeat, when he is an idol, his self, publicity and calculating, are very cute and cute, but if the distance is shortened, I don't like such people!"

"Moreover, I've always been the kind that I like intellectually, do you think I rarely forward and comment on the news of the Dragon King?"

"I'm not jealous. Lou Cheng unconsciously had a smile on his face, and denied it a little embarrassed.

Yan Zheke pursed his lips and snickered, raised the three fingers of his right hand, and said playfully:

"I swear I won't worship the dragon king so much in the future. ”

"I swear, there is only one favorite idol, and that is Brother Orange~"

Lou Cheng laughed and denied again:

"I'm really not jealous, can I be jealous of such a thing?"

Yan Zheke's beautiful eyes flowed in anticipation, covered his mouth and smiled:

"Orange, you look so jealous and cute......"

Before she could finish speaking, Lou Cheng, who had been "annoyed and angry", threw herself on the bed.

"Wash ...... Hmm, wash ......."

The sound was intermittent, the girl's slippers fell off, and her delicate toes sometimes curled up and sometimes stretched.

After a day and a half, the arrangements of the two were adjusted, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, five meals a day remained the same, but the time to practice speaking was unconsciously much shorter.

On July 18, Lou Cheng, who was full of smugness, took his luggage and waited for the girl to come out of the bathroom, ready to check out and return home.

A few minutes later, Yan Zheke opened the door and walked out, his face was slightly pale, and he pursed his lips and said:

"I'm coming to my aunt......"

"I know, I've made brown sugar ginger mother tea for you, come, I'll help you knead it. Lou Cheng shook the thermos cup in his hand.

Yan Zheke bit his pink lip lightly, his mood seemed to fluctuate, and he couldn't help whispering:

"What do you know, you don't know anything......"

"Ah......" Lou Cheng looked at Ke Xiaoke blankly, not understanding why she suddenly lost her temper.

At this time, Yan Zheke came back to his senses, and the corners of his mouth were reluctantly outlined:

"Orange, I was a little wrong just now, I didn't want to say anything about you......"

"Understood, auntie. Lou Cheng suddenly realized.

You don't understand anything...... Yan Zheke pressed his waist with his right hand, lowered his gaze, looked at his toes, and whispered silently.

That crazy idea didn't come to fruition......

God won't let me stay......

Next, we will go to Songcheng to complete the procedures according to the plan, and say goodbye in early August......