Long Xiude, a disciple of the upper court, was pressed to the ground by a "Tuo Nan Sheng" from the lower court.

Although this kind of humiliation shocked everyone, it was the second time for Long Xiude.

The previous loss was ugly, and Long Xiude always refused to admit that his strength was not good.

And this time he came prepared, but he completely lost in front of nearly a thousand people from the whole Huashan faction.

This time it was really incredible, and after a moment of silence in the opening field, everyone involuntarily erupted into continuous cheers.

And for Long Xiude, this cheer was tantamount to scraping his bones like a steel knife that kept chopping his last dignity to pieces.

Fang Zhongjin didn't add any more punches and kicks after twisting his arm, but Long Xiude, who was being pressed, didn't resist anymore.

Fang Zhongjin knew that this was the embodiment of despair in Long Xiude's heart. For those of them who practice martial arts, no matter how seriously they are injured, there will always be a time to recover. But the collapse of the mind is not so easy to recover.

Fang Zhongjin also stopped pursuing, and calmly let go of Long Xiude.

But where did he think that Long Xiude did not get up, but lost his soul and still lay in the mud.

I don't know how much embarrassment there is in this description. It even makes people feel a little embarrassed.

Long Xiude was originally a leader in the upper house. Fu Wu Zhengwen, the master of the upper courtyard, once revealed that as long as Long Xiude showed his face on the birthday of the patriarch this year, he would officially accept him as a personal disciple.

Wu Zhengwen also liked this offspring very much, but now seeing his loss of fighting spirit, his heart is furious.

He was not only angry with Long Xiude's incompetence, but also jealous of "Tuo Nansheng", a kid who came out of nowhere.

Wu Zhengwen waved his hand and said to the few disciples standing next to him, "Don't look at it. Go and bring him back. How long will this embarrassing look last?"

Several disciples knew that their master was in a hurry at this time, and they didn't dare to disobey, so they rushed to the field.

The two of them dragged and dragged him, and finally brought Long Xiude, who had lost his fighting spirit, back to the sidelines.

Wu Zhengwen looked at the dejected look on his face when he was originally quite satisfied, and he was annoyed in his heart.

Now it's not just as simple as his disciple losing to the lower house.

Wu Zhengwen involuntarily glanced at Nong Yingjie who was smiling hippie in the distance. This is the person he hates the most!

Now it is Nong Yingjie's disciple who has won him, and Wu Zhengwen's disciple. Undoubtedly, Nong Yingjie won himself again.

Even if he has been pressed in the lower house for so many years, this guy can still come out and punch himself in the face.

Wu Zhengwen couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the field.

Except for "Tuo Nan Sheng", the team in the lower house is nothing more than a rabble.

So there will be no substitution with them in the next meeting, and it will still be played by "Tuo Nan Sheng".

On his side, the one who topped Long Xiude was his own granddaughter Sun Shanshan.

Thinking of the ruthless and fast shot of "Tuo Nansheng" before, Wu Zhengwen couldn't help but worry about his granddaughter.

He quickly stood up and walked quickly to the edge of the dark green shade tent. He bowed down and said to Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan in the tent: "Senior brother in charge, this competition has been fought for so long, and everyone is tired. Let these disciples rest for a while, right?"

When Qiu Songhe heard this, he would naturally give Wu Zhengwen face. As a result, some of the disciples announced that everyone would rest for a while and fight again.

In fact, this move is very clear in everyone's hearts.

Wu Zhengwen saw that his opponent was gaining momentum, and he was worried about losing two games in a row, so he wanted to summon his disciples back so that they could teach temporarily.

Sure enough, after a while, the four disciples named Shangyuan, who were actually Wu Zhengwen's personal transmission, returned to the sidelines.

Wu Zhengwen frowned tightly and said to the four of them: "That kid doesn't seem to be weak in kung fu, and I don't know why the head of the family assigned him to the lower courtyard. But fortunately, he will only be a small handshaker when he comes and goes. If we target him, we will win. ”

Sun Shanshan, who had always been calm and composed, heard this, but said, "The Iron Bull Fist used by Senior Brother Long earlier was also a good way to target the small grappler. Now he's ......"

After saying this, Sun Shanshan couldn't help but look at Long Xiude, who was lying not far away.

Wu Zhengwen said hatefully: "Don't mention that waste! Shanshan, you are different from him." You just have to listen to me and be careful~. There will be no problem!"

What Wu Zhengwen said was not wrong. Sun Shanshan, the four of them are Wu Zhengwen's personal disciples. And Long Xiude is just mixing well in the upper courtyard.

It's just that Long Xiude, who was originally depressed and lost his mind, heard this, and the look that flashed in his eyes was even more embarrassed and resentful.

Wu Zhengwen, who was standing with his back to him, naturally didn't see the look in Long Xiude's eyes. Even if he saw it, Wu Zhengwen would not take this lost dog to heart.

I heard Wu Zhengwen continue: "This kid can't do anything else, we still have a chance to stop him now." There is no one else in their team who can fight, I am afraid that they will let 'Tuo Nan Sheng' fight until they can't fight.

Shanshan, I think his kung fu is still above you. Don't really fight him when the time comes, just keep fighting in front of him. That's it!"

When Sun Shanshan and the others heard this, they already understood what the master meant.

He wanted Sun Shanshan to drag down the physical strength of "Tuo Nan Sheng", and then a few senior brothers came forward to defeat him.

Sun Shanshan is usually a very high-spirited person. Hearing my grandfather's words, he frowned.

When Wu Zhengwen saw his granddaughter's expression, he knew that she was unwilling.

Wu Zhengwen said to Sun Shanshan in a deep voice: "It's a critical juncture in front of you, don't be rash." Remember what I said. Don't fight him, just grapple with him!"

Sun Shanshan saw that his grandfather was so strict, and he knew that he couldn't resist him after all. He only said, "Got it!"

Then he turned his body and walked towards the field.

And Fang Zhongjin, who had rested for a while, saw that Sun Shanshan on the other side had already played, so he also got up and walked over.

This time, the thousands of eyes on the opening field closely followed this "Tuo Nan Sheng" who had just entered everyone's sight. So much so that the other two upper court disciples who were supposed to fight at the same time couldn't help but slow down the battle in their hands and turned their heads to see what magic that kid had.

As soon as Fang Zhongjin stood still, he saw that Sun Shanshan really shook his body and attacked.

Sun Shanshan is petite and flexible. I saw her double~ legs kicked out towards Fang Zhongjin's lower plate one after another, and it turned out that this time it was his lower three ways to attack.

Fang Zhongjin's small grappling hand is specially used to lock and take enemies on the road.

Previously, Long Xiude specially pierced lunges to attack him in the middle. So that the "Tuo Nan Sheng" move can be transformed.

Sun Shanshan is better, directly attack him on the lower road. In this way, the small grappler is even more useless.