Wang Qing's words are not wrong, the big black man in his mouth is the Yue Wusu who fought against the White Cliff.

Before the second level of the martial arts test, the Zhenwu Dojo had told all the martial artists that they must win three battles, but in fact, the loser may not have already lost the election.

Wusu's perseverance and forbearance, preferring to die rather than retreat, have long been seen by these martial artists. In addition, the big black man has outstanding physical fitness, and some martial artists have a better evaluation of him than the victor Bai Ya.

When Wusu failed to leave the field, before he reached the door of the martial arts hall, an old student of the martial arts hall had already sent him bandages and wound medicine, and vaguely informed him to stay and participate in the third level of the literary exam.

As long as the big black man's brain is not burned out, it is estimated that everyone will see him later.

The martial artists on the gatehouse, including Feng Yang, of course knew this. It's just that Wang Qing is saying this now, the drunkard doesn't mean to drink, but to deliberately confront Feng Yang.

However, the martial artists on the gatehouse did not intervene, and even Converse only touched his beard and looked at Feng Yang with a smile.

Warriors must have the heart to win, and they must face difficulties in the face of challenges, but they don't pay attention to "he is good, I am good", everyone is harmonious and wealthy.

It's just that Wang Qing's words just now are very clever, Feng Yang can't say "I don't mean this, Wusu is also very good", that would be tantamount to showing weakness. All the martial artists, including Converse, immediately had a next level of evaluation of him.

Therefore, Feng Yang sat in his seat, and could only frown slightly, unable to think of a rebuttal for a while.

Seeing this, Wang Qing was a little proud.

To be a martial arts hall owner, of course, is not a high-ranking official, but the Immortal Martial Sect has a special status in this world. As a peripheral industry of Qingcheng Xianmen in Chengdu, the owner of Zhenwu Dojo is not a small person.

At some point, the high-ranking officials of Shu may not necessarily ask for them, at least the number of eunuchs who study in the martial arts hall every year is not a small number. It's like the president of Tsinghua University and Peking University in Bai Ya's previous life, when the officials saw them, they couldn't stand up.

"In my opinion, the young man in the No. 7 ring just won by luck, no, he is about to lose the battle!" Wang Qing swept his eyes, and suddenly pointed to the No. 11 ring and smiled.

The martial artists looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, they found that the young man who had won in the No. 7 ring just now was a little embarrassed, and he was stumbling under the persecution of a martial artist with a wooden sword.

Although it looks like he hasn't been stabbed yet, the situation is already dangerous. But the handsome martial artist holding a wooden knife was calm, and the sword light did not leak, and slowly killed the young man one by one.

However, when Feng Yang heard Wang Qing's words, his eyes flashed and he smiled.

"Senior Brother Wang, this is wrong! In my opinion, it is the opposite, the martial artist who wields the sword is about to be defeated!" Feng Yang said this categorically, and there was no room for turn.

The martial artists shook their heads when they heard this, their eyes were very poisonous, and they could see that the young man who had won before the No. 7 ring was now in a messy footing, and it was not a fake.

Previously, he was comparable to the big black man's claw skills, but now it seems that his footwork is weak. And his opponent's knife technique is calm and tight, and there are no big flaws in their eyes.

Although there are always surprises in the outcome of martial arts, it is hard to believe that defeat is imminent.

However, not all the martial artists were shaking their heads, and a few of the older ones were hesitant and frowned. And the old owner Converse was even more smiling, twisting his long beard lightly, noncommittal.

Just when the martial artists were divided over this martial fight, the No. 11 ring changed dramatically.

I saw that the young man who was forced into the corner by his opponent suddenly roared wildly, and the sound was like thunder. Tap the ground with your left foot, spun around sharply and kicked with your right foot, hitting the wooden knife with your calf bone.

As soon as the soles of his feet hit the ground, he kicked hard, and his momentum was like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable. The momentum of his palms was like a rainbow, breaking through the opponent's defense in one fell swoop, and slamming it on the chest of the sword martial artist, knocking him away on the spot.

This wonderful scene made the eyes of all the martial artists light up, as if they really saw a big eye-catching insect roaring in the mountains and forests!

Wang Qing saw that the martial artist who was knocked away vomited blood again and again, struggled several times and couldn't get up, and was finally judged negative by the martial artist on the sidelines, and his face turned blue suddenly.

"Hmph, if it's a real knife......" Wang Qing said with some reluctance.

The implicit meaning in his words is very clear, if Cheng Buzhi uses a real knife, then Bai Ya's calf has been broken, where can he use the tiger pounce again.

However, at this time, the martial artists no longer supported him in their hearts.

They could see clearly that when Bai Ya was flying his legs, he was aiming at the knife surface, not the blade. Although the blade has been erected halfway through, it is old after all. Moreover, the knife used by Cheng Buzhi is a lancet, not a thick-backed broadsword, and the speed and change of the knife are equally important, and the strength is not enough.

Even if it is a real knife, at most it will cut off a layer of skin and flesh from Baiya, and it will not directly break the leg, and the next tiger pounce will still not be able to stop it. The most important thing is that the martial arts test stipulates that Baiya can be stabbed three times, so the controversy is a controversy, and there is no suspense about the outcome or defeat.

Martial artists rely on strength and wisdom to win, and the only thing that does not rely on mouth is the mouth, Wang Qing's words are already quibbles.

"Shut up!" As soon as Wang Qing finished speaking, he saw that Converse's face sank and he scolded him.

It's just that the martial artists were overjoyed when they heard this, knowing that the old hall was mainly commenting.

Converse has taught apprentices for decades, and he has been the owner of the martial arts hall for twelve years, and there are several innate powerhouses among the enlightened apprentices. Although his martial arts stop at the artistic conception, he has a unique vision, and every comment is to the point, so that all martial artists will understand.

It's just that in recent years, he is approaching retirement, and he has slowly stopped commenting and has begun to train the next generation of museum owners. Today, thanks to the dispute between Feng Yang and Wang Qing, he finally opened Chrysostom again.

"Tiger roaring mountains and forests, only I respect! The tiger-shaped fist is fierce and strong, brave and incomparable, that young man has already obtained three flavors, and he should have been guided by a master. Converse said for a moment, and continued, "It's not bad to use a sword martial arts, the knife technique is meticulous and changeable, and Ben also has a chance to win, but he used the wrong method...... Do you know what's wrong with him?"

Converse asked "You wait", but it was Feng Yang who was looking at it, and everyone knew it, and even Wang Qing didn't dare to intervene at this time.

"The tiger is strong, it can be killed but not caught, and the captives will die of hunger strike!" Feng Yang thought for a while, and said slowly after consideration, "Wusheng with a sword doesn't understand this, and he expects to trap the enemy with a knife net, but he has no heart to fight." It seems to be driving the tiger into a corner, but in fact it is asking for its own death!"

All the martial artists suddenly nodded in admiration.

Feng Yang meant that tigers could be killed, but they could not be caught, and even if they were caught, they would not eat or drink, and they would die on a hunger strike.

Cheng Bu's straight knife is good, but he wants to win without getting hurt. As a result, he didn't hit Bai Ya hard for a long time, but just forced him into a corner.

The rabbit is in a hurry and kicks the eagle, and you try your best to force an intact tiger into a corner, and the consequences are self-evident.

After listening to Feng Yang's words, the eyes of all the martial artists looking at him were already a little complicated.

In terms of eyesight, they are no worse than Feng Yang, or even Converse, any martial artist below the artistic conception gives them a glance, and they will immediately know what their skills are. But they lack an accurate assessment of the mental will.

This is like a scout in the past life of White Cliff, most scouts can see a player's technical and physical qualities, but few scouts can judge whether a player will definitely become a star or even a superstar in the future.

The reason is very simple, because it is not enough for a star to be talented, it depends on the mental will. There are players who are physically gifted, but their mental will is a mess and they are destined to be shooting stars. Only players who are talented and willing to work hard every day will become stars.

Feng Yang and Converse are stronger than all martial artists, and when they look at martial artists, they can already see the will and character of a martial artist from the clues.

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Bai Ya saw the martial artist on the sidelines announce his victory, but there was no joy on his face.

He was very depressed in this game, and he was driven like a rabbit by his opponent throughout the game, and he was forced to be angry, so he didn't care about making a move. As a result, I found out that the opponent was a silver-like wax head, which was useless, and flew with a pounce.

Bai Ya now thinks that the gang on the gatehouse should not notice him, so as not to lower the impression score.

However, his thoughts on his side are like this, but the thoughts of Wusheng in the audience are different. Many people have the same opinion as Wang Qing, and feel that Bai Ya is tricky, if it weren't for the wooden knife used by Cheng Buzhi, the person who lost should be Bai Ya.

No, before Bai Ya could step down, one of the onlookers had to rush up and hug his fist at him.

"Jiangyang Chen Mu, please advise!"

Bai Yamu grimaced and raised his eyes.

I saw that the martial artist in front of him was dry and black and thin, in addition to his head and face, his limbs and body were wrapped with a lot of white bandages, and he looked seriously ill. Not like a man, but like an Egyptian mummy.

Bai Ya was suddenly angry, and if he didn't step down and change the target, it would be okay, this Nima actually had a sick number in the last game, did he really treat him as a sick cat?

He didn't bother to get his name again, and as soon as his palms were wrong, he simply pounced.

"Bang! stab!" he pounced, and found that his opponent had not dodged, so he raised his hand and struck him.

As soon as the paws of the two touched each other, they were taken aback at the same time.

Bai Ya was surprised by the invincible tiger claws, this time it was in vain, and the place where the fingers were grasped was like hard leather, without the slightest soft touch of the human body.

And Chen Mu was surprised that the bandage on his hand that was difficult to cut with a knife on weekdays was torn to pieces by his opponent on the spot. In particular, the back of the hand, which is the hardest of hard skills, was also cut out with five blood marks.

The two of them suddenly realized that they had made a mistake in their judgment just now, and the person in front of them was obviously not as easy to deal with as he seemed.

However, the two of them tried to go back and forth for a few rounds, and Bai Ya gradually settled down.

Chen Mu's hard skills are indeed difficult to deal with, but his pace is slower than himself, perhaps because he has practiced hard skills, his reaction is always half a beat slower, and he can't keep up with him at all.

Now he understands that Chen Mu has hard skills, but why he didn't go on stage just now to deal with Cheng Buzhi, who used a knife. Cheng Bu's straightening method is too fast, maybe the wooden knife can't cut Chen Mu, but if you want to leave three white marks on him, it's just easy.

After a few tests, it was determined that Chen Mu was not outstanding in other aspects except for hard skills, and Bai Ya finally exerted his might.

His tiger claw fingers shrunk, changed the grasp to the shot, and carried the urging of the King Kong Tiger Fist!

The urging power of the Vajra Tiger Fist can break an inch-thick hardwood board in the air, and now that he has entered the Vajra Great Mudra, his palm power is not trivial.

After Chen Mu ate a few palms, he only felt a hot pain in the wound, especially the palm on his back, which made him burn inside.

"Slow down, admit defeat in the next!" Chen Mu no longer insisted, and jumped out of the ring with one back.

He could still hold on, but there was no hope of victory. What's more, the other party obviously used a gang fist, and if he continues to fight like this, he will definitely suffer serious internal injuries, and he will not have to go on stage again.

Bai Ya sighed, this fight was the most inexplicable, and it was only three minutes before and after.

It seems that he can't attract the attention of the people on the gatehouse, and he feels that the future is dark!