Lou Cheng suddenly realized, looked at Cai Zongming and said:

"It's not a feeling, it's a fact......"

Damn, I was ridiculed by my uncle!

In vain, I think he's a cold and serious man!

Cai Zongming chuckled, turned his back to Lin Que, raised his eyebrows and said, "Orange, go on!"

He knew that at this distance, no matter how low his volume was, he couldn't hide it from Lin Que's ears, and it was purely funny and lively. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You're doing it like letting a dog bite someone. Lou Cheng glanced at him with disdain, "Why don't you go by yourself?"

"I'm going to do it myself, so am I going to beat him, or am I going to find him?" Cai Zongming spread his hands.

"Haha, I thought of that joke, a hunter went to hunt bears......" Lou Cheng pursed his mouth, held back a smile, and didn't continue.

Cai Zongming is well-read about similar jokes, and he understands them without listening to them, and he trembles his body, almost loses his laughter, and secretly scolds a "slut".

At this time, Ji Lan walked the stone steps, climbed into the ring, and stood opposite Yan Zheke.

Seeing her, Yan Zheke suddenly had an idea, thinking about whether he should quit now, give up the opportunity to fight Ji Lan to Senior Brother Li Mao, and help him break his mind and complete a reincarnation.

——In December last year, it was precisely because Li Mao was overly nervous and lost to Ji Lan in a good situation that the hope of the Songda Martial Arts Club was in vain.

In the midst of her thoughts, the girl denied this idea again, feeling that this sense of ritual was too strong, which would not only disrespect Ji Lan opposite, but also add pressure to Senior Brother Li Mao, and it might be self-defeating.

Let's go with the flow...... Yan Zheke sighed silently, seized the last bit of time, and continued to recover his physical condition.

The battle just now, although it didn't last long, but the high-intensity duel with the senior Zhijiu still made her consume a lot, especially in the process of painstakingly planning to create opportunities, her spirit was highly tense, and once it was over, she was inevitably tired.

As soon as she exhaled a breath of turbidity, the referee raised his right hand and announced:

"The second round begins!"

When Ji Lan first collected the information of the Songda Martial Arts Society, she found that Yan Zheke did not participate in the amateur competition in September, so she suspected that she might have exceeded the level of Ye Yi and wanted to impact the ninth career in late October.

These people of the Songda Martial Arts Society are all monsters!

With a turn of thought, Ji Lan chose the best swim fight, and his body quickly went around to Yan Zheke's side, sliding closer, and with a low kick, his clothes made a crisp sound.

Yan Zheke swung back his right shoulder, pulled his body to face Ji Lan, and pulled out the whip leg, tearing the airflow and making a sharp sound in the ring.

Bang!

With two ** blows, Yan Zheke quickly swung back his right leg, borrowed strength, his fist collapsed from his waist, and went straight to Ji Lan's abdomen.

Ji Lan knew the horror of the "Blizzard Twenty-Four Blows", and as soon as he collided, he immediately used his strength to retreat, his footwork was light and coordinated, and he did not give the opponent a chance to connect down and fight more and more fiercely.

Seeing this situation, Yan Zheke bowed his feet, rushed forward silently, and quickly chased after him, one of them retreated, the other advanced, the distance quickly narrowed, and they seemed to be dancing.

In this process, Ji Lan changed his direction several times, but how could he compare to Yan Zheke, who could initially control the center of gravity, and saw that he couldn't get rid of it, and he was about to encounter a "veneer" attack.

At this moment, she suddenly stopped, so that Yan Zheke could not "brake", and took a step forward, so that the distance between the two sides was less than an arm!

With a snap, Ji Lan's right foot was raised high, as fast as lightning, and kicked the opponent's chin.

Her movement is like lifting her legs and sticking them to her shoulders to stretch the ligaments in dance, but with such a fierce and fast force, not the ligaments, fascia and muscles have been trained to a certain extent, it will inevitably hurt herself and make her stand unsteady.

This leg came suddenly, without warning, like an assassin's attack, which suddenly thrilled the situation, making Yan Zheke's vest secrete a cold sweat, and he understood that he was a little careless.

Between the lightning and fire, she used her waist as a fulcrum and leaned back sharply, trying to avoid the dangerous kick.

At the same time, she raised her hands according to her usual practice to defuse the follow-up killer moves.

The leg shadow narrowly swept in front of Yan Zheke's eyes, and the stirring wind rushed to her face.

With a missed kick, Ji Lan exerted force on his back, pulled the raised right leg, and made a menacing "Tomahawk Split" down, slamming it between the opponent's chest and abdomen.

Serial kicks!

Yan Zheke half-leaned back, his raised hands arrived in time, one arm was raised against the enemy's Achilles tendon, and the other palm was clenched and pushed to the side.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, her raised arm went down to unload the force, and the push next to her barely blocked the tomahawk kick.

Just when the classmates in the stands breathed a sigh of relief, Ji Lan took advantage of Yan Zheke's frame, his body rose into the air, his left foot flew out, and kicked the opponent's body.

Triple kicks!

Seeing that Yan Zheke couldn't lift her hands and couldn't block her legs, she was in danger, she flicked her waist and straightened her body with full strength.

Taking advantage of this momentum, she grabbed Ji Lan's "tomahawk split" arm and flipped it back and forth, shook the other party out and threw it into the distance, avoiding the fatal kick.

Three consecutive kicks failed to hit, Ji Lan immediately returned to the fight, his legs opened, constantly changing positions, from time to time close to the legs, low kicks side kicks and slalom kicks.

Yan Zheke also calmed down, seeing the moves, but she did not give up her previous style of play, and chased after the strong attack as soon as she found an opportunity, but she was more cautious in her mind.

You chase after me, and in the midst of the occasional exchange, she once again locks on to the enemy, relying on her own flexibility to gradually narrow the distance with Ji Lan, and makes it impossible for the other party to get rid of.

Ji Lan bit his teeth, suddenly jumped up, and kicked out his legs in a row, fast, ruthless and fierce!

Yan Zheke has watched Ji Lan's game video, and has previous experience, so he has prepared for this, and his spine bounced suddenly, like a dragon breaking out of the shackles.

Her muscles pulled, her back flicked, she changed her center of gravity, pulled her body back, flashed to the side, and let Ji Lan's volley chain kicks fly in front of her.

Seizing the opportunity, she stretched out her hands and pushed to the enemy's side, and Ji Lan immediately flew out diagonally, stumbling and falling.

The soles of his feet shook, Yan Zheke pounced in front of him, and when the opponent was not yet able to stand firm, his right foot reached the midline and inserted it between the enemy's legs, and his body leaned closely, causing Ji Lan to completely lose his center of gravity and fall backwards.

Yan Zheke grabbed his left hand, pulled the other party to stand up straight, shook his right arm, snapped his fist, and stopped next to Ji Lan's temple.

"In the second game, Yan Zheke won!" the referee shouted.

After retracting his hand comfortably, Yan Zheke gasped continuously, only to feel that he was already weak and weak, and he was close to the limit.

In the battle just now, she was very engaged and very focused, she didn't think about this aspect of the problem, and only thought about winning the opponent before she really couldn't hold on!

Ji Lan glanced at her, sighed in frustration, shook his head, turned around and walked to the stone steps, Fei Sanli touched his bald head, and stood up helplessly, and Gu Zhen and Gu Yue's father and son looked equally ugly, because according to this posture, their martial arts club might not even be able to see the other party's main general at the bottom of the town, it would be too embarrassing!

didn't wait for Fei Sanli to come on stage, Yan Zheke smiled sweetly and waved his hand to the audience on both sides, and left the ring in waves of applause.

Lou Cheng greeted him, stretched out his fist, collided with her, and praised sincerely:

"Awesome!"

Beforehand, he thought that Ke Xiaoke's classmate would be successful if he could fight Gu Yue, who knows, she actually picked two generals in a row!

Yan Zheke's eyebrows curled, and his chin raised: "Worship?"

"Worship, special worship!" Lou Cheng replied with a smile.

He didn't care about Shu Rui, who was recording the game nearby, this reporter comrade should have been aware of his relationship with Keke a long time ago, after all, he almost blocked the intimacy between the two of them.

At this time, Li Mao had already left his seat and walked to the two of them.

"Come on!" Lou Cheng Yan Zheke touched his fists with him separately.

Since Li Mao and Fei Sanli were both new to the game, there was no problem of recovering their strength, so the referee called the staff and asked them to come to the stage to clean up the ground.

Li Mao stood in a clean and empty position, looking at the bald warrior not far away, and couldn't help but recall the beginning, and was quite embarrassed for a while.

At that time, I was trembling and nervous, and I was full of self-blame, remorse and pain at that time, and I really couldn't predict my current situation.

Nervousness barely affected the game!

He closed his eyes, and Coach Shi's relief and teaching appeared in his mind, Lou Cheng's explanations and encouragement again and again, and the understanding and support of the special training team members of the Martial Arts Society.

Thank you, thank you!

At the home team's seat, Lou Cheng sat down with Yan Zheke, who was empty, and looked up at the ring.

"What is Senior Brother Li Mao thinking?" he saw Li Mao closing his eyes and pondering, and gossiped boringly.

Cai Zongming next to him took the initiative to answer: "Probably thanking the country, thanking the TV station, thanking Songda and something like that." ”

"Don't talk so nonsense, okay. Lou Cheng glanced at him.

"You also know it's nonsense? We are not roundworms in Senior Brother Li Mao's stomach, how can we guess what he is thinking? Your question itself is not right!" Cai Zongming said with a smile.

Listening to the two of them talking about "cross talk" for a while, Yan Zheke leaned his head sideways into Lou Cheng's ear and said:

"Do you think Senior Brother Li Mao can win?"

"There is hope, although Senior Brother Li Mao has only been practicing the method for more than a month, and it still belongs to the level of Qiangye One, and Fei Sanli almost has the strength to join the ninth for the first time, but he participated in the fixed product and played a high-intensity competition for a few days, and his condition will not be too good. Lou Cheng analyzed.

"Sounds like you kind of hope Senior Brother Li Mao loses?" Yan Zheke opened his eyes and chuckled.

"If he loses, I have a chance to play. Lou Cheng snorted.

Yan Zheke pursed his lips, looked at him sideways, and said with a smile: "Is it interesting for you to bully a quasi-nine after a hard battle?"

Lou Cheng thought about it, covered his face and sighed:

"It's boring......"