Li Longyan returned to the wooden shed, saw Xiao Renyuan, Xia Fan and others sighing, and said strangely: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Renyuan glared at him and said: "We know that you are strong in martial arts, but you don't have to play so well, if you win in one move, how can we mix? I fought with that kid from Wuhumen yesterday, and I used sixty or seventy moves, and I was tired enough;

Xia Fan said: "Yes, we still want to see you perform exquisite tricks and learn from you." Aren't you clearly hiding your secrets? Don't you fight for justice, don't fight for justice!"

Li Longyan said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of long nights and dreams, in case there are some strange tricks waiting for me in Na Nie Yuanxing, I'm going to be hit, isn't it wronged?"

Xiao Renyuan snorted and said: "The day before yesterday, you fought with the disciple of the Taihu Gang, that person's martial arts are obviously not as good as this Nie Yuanxing, and you have also made more than ten moves with him;

Seeing that he was full of discomfort, Li Longyan grinned and said: "The higher the opponent's martial arts, the more you must win as soon as possible, so that you can protect yourself!"

Xiao Renyuan's eyes rolled, and he immediately raised his hand and shouted to Liu Wanfeng: "Sue, sue! Master Liu, you said last time that you can't underestimate any enemy, and you can't think of a quick victory, this Li Longyan doesn't listen to you, but he says that he wants to win as soon as possible, doesn't this go against you? Do you want to beat him up?"

Liu Yanfeng smiled and said, "Those words are for you; ”

Xiao Renyuan: "........"

Disciples: "........."

It seems that the so-called rules also vary from person to person. The disciples felt that they had realized another truth in life.

*

On the playing field, several four-win masters have also decided the winners.

Blue Moon Gate bald Fan Xilong and Baisheng Gate Zhuang Yong are really a cut ahead, both of them are five consecutive wins.

There were two other disciples who won five victories, namely Li Yi of the Feiyan Sect and He Changsheng of the Dragon-shaped Sect.

Feiyan Gate and Dragon Shape Gate are famous factions in Jiangnan, which are superior to Zhitianxing Gate, and these two sects are also one of the main events of the Junying Competition.

Zhao Yanzhi, the head of Feiyan Sect, had high hopes for Li Yi, and when he saw that he had won all five battles, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, and his expression was complacent.

The four masters rested for a while, and in the afternoon, the battle was reopened, with Fan Xilong against Zhuang Yong and Li Yi against He Changsheng.

The rest of the disciples who won three and four also played, Xiao Renyuan faced the big thin man from the Spirit Ape Gate, this person's name is Feng Feiyang, and he also won three times.

In order to facilitate the fight, Xiao Renyuan asked Chen Qin to help him pull up his long hair and hide it in the back collar every time he appeared;

Yuan Ye has scolded him for his stinky beauty many times, saying that when he competes in the ring, when he flashes and moves, his long hair is very in the way, and if he is caught by the opponent, he has already lost ninety percent, and he needs to cut it off quickly.

Xiao Renyuan turned a deaf ear, and said that Yuan Ye must have been jealous of his long hair for a long time, so he looked forward to cutting it off himself, but if he didn't cut it, even if he lost, he would make Yuan Ye jealous for the rest of his life.

After saying that, he deliberately shook his head in front of Yuan Ye, and his long hair swept lightly, sweeping over Yuan Ye's cheeks.

Yuan Ye shook his head to avoid it, and said hatefully: "Okay, if you love stinky beauty, you can let you, and when someone pulls it out into a bald chicken, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Xiao Renyuan laughed: "If the enemy grabs me by the hair, I will immediately admit defeat; Win or lose is small, but face is big! Sister Chen Qin, are you right?"

*

In the ring, the dragon soars and the tiger leaps, and a new round of competition has begun.

Xiao Renyuan is flying in the wind. Feng Feiyang's set of spirit ape boxing methods is aimed at swift and tricky, jumping high and lying on the ground, and the moves are often unexpected; Xiao Renyuan concentrates on it, and the flying phoenix fist and the broken stone palm are used together, and the changes are ingenious, and the advance and retreat are measured, and they can resist the enemy as much as possible.

In the ring, I saw Xiao Dashao's white clothes fluttering, and his figure was chic; A group of young female disciples in the audience were all attracted by him, and their eyes were shining.

Chen Qin saw their expressions, his face showed smugness, and he wanted to shout: "This is the first beautiful boy in our Heavenly Star Martial Academy, how about it?"

Li Longyan stared at the fight between Fan Xilong and Zhuang Yong. Fan Xilong's external kung fu is very good, and the internal strength is also quite hot, one move and one style, strong strength; Zhuang Yong is burly, and the 36 road mountain splitting palm and tiger claw skill he practiced are also fierce all the way, the palm is like a knife, and the claw dance is like a dragon. The two of them knew each other's skills, and they dismantled thirty moves in an instant, but they didn't win or lose.

Fan Xilong suddenly pushed out his palms flatly, the palm wind was like a wall, enveloping Zhuang Yong's upper body and several feet around his body, Zhuang Yong jumped back too late, shouted, and both palms came out together, with a loud bang, the palms intersected, and the two of them each took three steps back.

Li Longyan nodded secretly, thinking that this Zhuang Yong also had a lot of experience in facing the enemy. The right talent Fan Xilong's pair of push palms lurked behind a lot, Zhuang Yong would immediately be entangled in a chain no matter whether he dismantled or retreated, but he instantly resolved this move with a hard encounter, which can be described as flexible and quick to react.

The two of them stepped forward again and fought in one place. Because they all know that the other party is good, they are very cautious when making moves, for fear of falling into a trap. Fan Xilong made a false move, and the first three moves were used to grab his hand, grabbing Zhuang Yong's shoulders and ribs. Zhuang Yong sneered slightly in his heart, he has practiced tiger claw skills for many years, not only is the claw kung fu a must, but also quite good at grappling, seeing the opponent's hand claw grabbing, his body is slightly sideways, his left elbow sinks, protecting his waist and ribs, and at the same time the forearm is erected, and the left hand is opened into the shape of a tiger claw, wanting to catch the opponent hard, and he competes with the claw skill;

Fan Xilong didn't change his move, and his right claw still grabbed Zhuang Yong's shoulder. Zhuang Yong thought to himself: "Could it be that your claw skills are also extremely powerful, and you are not afraid to fight against me?" He has been practicing tiger claw skills diligently for twelve years, and he is very confident in his claw skills, and he doesn't believe that this Fan Xilong can beat himself, and when he saw the other party grabbing it, he immediately condensed his left claw and met him.

In an instant, the two of them had already grabbed a claw, and Zhuang Yong only felt that although the strength of the other party's claws was very strong, he was definitely not stronger than himself. Fan Xilong's right paw grasped with him, and his left palm came out, slashing at Zhuang Yong's face, Zhuang Yong was already prepared, his right palm went up, swept away his split, followed the trend, and split Fan Xilong's chest.

Fan Xilong's left palm sank to the ground, pressed his forearm, turned his palm to grasp, and grabbed his elbow; Zhuang Yong's blow was blocked, and he immediately turned his wrist and grabbed the opponent's elbow.

Both sides are quick to change their moves, and at the same time grab each other's arms. At this time, close combat, the strongest wins, Zhuang Yong was about to exert his strength, Fan Xilong suddenly opened his lips slightly, and a wisp of strength spit out, shooting directly into Zhuang Yong's eyes.

This suddenly, Zhuang Yong was startled, instinctively raised his head to avoid it, and the strength in his hand was not released. The master battle, this slight setback, Fan Xilong has an opportunity. He grabbed his left hand and let go of the opponent's elbow, then clawed his palm and slapped Zhuang Yong's chest.

A few feet away, this palm came so fast that Zhuang Yong was too late to parry, only to hear a snap, his chest was in the palm; his breath stagnated, and he wanted to wait for the back jump to avoid each other, but the other claw of the two was still firmly clasped together, and the back jump was unobtainable. Fan Xilong made a successful move, and in an instant, his palms were like the wind, and he made three palms in a row, and they all hit Zhuang Yong's chest.

The strength of these palms was heavy, although Zhuang Yong's body was thick, he couldn't stand it, his throat and eyes were sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost gushed out. He reluctantly returned his palm to protect his chest, and opened the fourth palm of the opponent's blow, wanting to retreat, but Fan Xilong's right claw actually firmly grasped him, and his left palm turned into a fist, and with a blow of an uppercut, he hit him hard in the abdomen.

Zhuang Yong's body was shocked, his lower abdomen was in severe pain, and a mouthful of blood finally spurted out.