On Sunday afternoon, Yan Xiaoling was still lying in bed, but she had changed her posture and chose to sit back, placing her laptop on her lap. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Fanfan, Fanfan, are you sure there is?" she glanced at the computer, took her mobile phone, and quickly sent a message to Phantom Fan.

"Phantom Fan" said with an expression of "the great joke of the world": "Anyway, that 'Wei Rui Zishengguang' just posted that the 'Qidao Video Website' has a live broadcast, and she bought the copyright from Songcheng TV Station, she got the trailer before, this kind of trivial thing shouldn't be wrong, right? It's so annoying, the website is so stuck, the network speed is so slow, and it hasn't been buffered yet!"

Listening to what Phantom Fan said, Yan Xiaoling, who had just woken up from a nap, continued to look for the live broadcast on the "Qidao Video Website" with a confused face, and a few minutes later, he finally found the words "Red Luo Martial Arts Hall vs Songcheng University Martial Arts Club" in the corner of the "Trials" subpage, and there were also two entrances to the TV station commentary and the site commentary.

Yan Xiaoling's hand slid and chose "Commentary on this site", after a long and maddening buffer, she finally saw the floor of the martial arts hall covered with tatami mats, saw the group of Songda Martial Arts Club kneeling out of the fish, and saw the leader Lou Cheng.

The broadcast rights of the first stage of the selection competition were sold by the organizing committee to the television stations in their respective regions, and the television stations recovered some of the funds from the video websites, and the money that flowed to the organizing committee will eventually be turned into insurance costs for the participating warriors, running costs for the event, and a share of the broadcast of the quarterfinals in the competition area.

- Because there is no restriction on registration, it is impossible to have a share once you participate, so many are indiscriminate people who cheat funds, and only after seven or eight competitions, the top eight teams in the competition area are eligible to profit from the selection competition.

"Hey, really!" Yan Xiaoling happily sent a message to Phantom Fan.

Phantom Fan quickly replied: "I also saw it, idols are getting more and more stylish!Ahh

The two little girls were busy for a while, a little nervous and a little excited, watching the live broadcast again, waiting for the start of the game.

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

Two minutes before three o'clock, Zhao Qiang, Qiu Zhigao and Zhang Jingye finally overcame the weekend traffic jam and arrived at the Red Luo Martial Arts Hall in time.

Looking around, Zhao Qiang saw Cai Zongming, and pointed at him happily:

"Let's go there!"

The "audience" left for the away team was sparse, and the position was still very spacious, Cai Zongming greeted enthusiastically and helped arrange the girls to be seated, and secretly complained to Zhao Qiang and Qiu Zhigao:

"The aesthetics of the art academy are really different from our normal people, shouldn't you wear some clothes that set off the youthful atmosphere and set off the taste of the original students at this age? This dress is too mature, right? I really want to wear it, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in a few years?"

Zhao Qiang glanced at it secretly twice, and said with a reserved smile:

"I think it's good. ”

His black-rimmed glasses reflected brightly in the sunlight outside the window.

Cai Zongming smiled and didn't say much, because the game was about to start.

After they took their seats, the girl next to Zhang Jingye pulled his sleeve and said with a smile: "Which roommate are you talking about?"

This girl has a cute and cute round face, slightly applied foundation, and is wearing a relatively less mature light pink coat, which is Zhang Jingye's quasi-girlfriend, Wu Qian from the Academy of Arts.

Hearing her ask, the other three girls also looked at Zhang Jingye curiously, waiting for the answer, this is the first time in their lives that there is a friend who can be broadcast live on TV - a friend of a friend's friend.

Zhang Jingye pointed to Lou Cheng, who was kneeling in the first row of the away team's tatami mats:

"That, do you see it? The one on the far left, the one who is quite energetic......"

Wu Qian stretched her neck and grinned:

"See, it's quite temperamental. ”

The other three girls were about to speak, but they saw the referee in black walk into the bluestone floor in the center and said loudly:

"The first match between the Red Luo Martial Arts Hall and the Matsudai Martial Arts Society. ”

"Fang Tong is against Lou Cheng!"

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

As soon as the referee announced, there were warm applause and shouts around, although the number of spectators was small, but they all belonged to the group of relatives and friends, and they could work as hard as they could.

With the voices of "Red Luo will win" and "Fang Tong will win" echoing in his ears, Lou Cheng slowly stood up, first looked sideways at Yan Zheke, and did not hide it in the slightest.

Yan Zheke boldly looked back at his gaze, her eyes were like water, like a hidden star, her face was bright and red because of excitement, nervousness and worry, she clenched her fists and waved it, her pink lips opened and closed up and down, as if she was comparing her mouth shape with cheering.

Lou Cheng smiled, bent down calmly, put on his shoes, and walked to the ring along the aisle in a not very friendly gaze, the strength in his heart precipitated little by little, accumulated, and waited for the outbreak after the battle officially began.

The audience on the surrounding tatami mats is estimated to be only a hundred or dozen, most of them belong to the peripheral students of the Red Luo Martial Arts Hall, as well as the relatives and friends they brought in, and a small number belong to the families and friends of the participating disciples.

Lou Cheng can be regarded as a martial artist who has experienced a lot of scenes, and he has no fear of this, passing through the shouting and scolding, through the sound of agitation, through the defense line composed of eyes, and stepping into the ring composed of bluestone ground.

In this process, he can even think of some trivial things in his mind:

"I'm afraid this pair of shoes won't last long, and if you have a few more fierce foot forces, it will be almost useless, and the road of martial arts is really expensive......"

On the ring, the referee's left hand, Fang Tong was already standing, his hair was erected, his momentum was fierce, and it seemed that he would explode if he disagreed.

He was tall, one meter eighty-five up, and his simple red martial arts uniform was forced by him to wear the feeling of a slim formal suit.

"Three minutes of conversation. The referee looked at the table below and took a step back.

Fang Tonghu looked at Lou Cheng and smiled contemptuously:

"You're proud and proud, aren't you?"

"It only took half a year to grow from a novice to a martial artist with a professional nine-rank level, and he is indeed qualified to be proud and proud. ”

"But I like to fight with martial artists like you who claim to be geniuses, I like to watch you rush under my attack, I like to watch you struggle powerlessly and in vain, I like to look at your eyes that doubt life after a fiasco, I like to watch you cower in the face of me, you know, there was once an eighteen-year-old genius martial artist who was beaten and cried by me. ”

"Hey, if you want to cry later, just cry, don't hold back and go back to your mother to comfort you!"

Lou Cheng listened quietly, and a line of introduction on the information suddenly flashed in his mind:

"Fang Tong, good at trash talk, very motivating ......"

He closed his eyes and finally confirmed his play:

Go all out when you get in the ring, fight like life and death, and don't think about leaving any hole cards!

And I don't have enough experience in life and death, only once, I can only rely on this as a reference.

With this thought, Lou Cheng recalled the details of the battle with that dark nine pins in his mind: a whip leg hit the temple, two bloody eyeballs were squeezed and flew out, the heavenly cannon was raised, the lower yin burst, and blood and urine were all over the ground, and the secret method of spiritual momentum hit his mind directly, shaking his heart......

Compared with the horror caused by the dark nine products, Fang Tong's trash talk is like a child scolding the street......

Gradually, Lou Cheng ignored Fang Tong's trash talk, and only felt that there seemed to be a croaking sound coming from a distant place, and he couldn't affect his memories at all:

The secret method of spiritual momentum creates stiffness, and the poisonous needle energy brings panic, forcibly opening its own shelf...... Be prepared and bite lightly on the tip of your tongue...... The center of gravity is like mercury, dodge in time...... The sound is deafening, and it is another killer move...... Fight short, fire ability, seize the opportunity......

Scenes flashed in his mind, and finally froze in the dark nine pins and seven holes bleeding, the look in his eyes quickly faded, and the unwilling scene remained.

The picture froze, his eyes opened, and Lou Cheng's eyes looked at Fang Tong like ice.

"What's the use of a guy like you who hasn't been weaned yet, no matter how good you practice? It's really ......" Fang Tong was talking energetically, and he was suddenly stunned when he was looked at so unintimidatingly, and for some reason, there was a little chill in his heart, and he couldn't speak anymore for a while.

"Let's go!"

At that moment, the referee waved his right hand.

Fang Tong lifted his breath violently, and the muscles of his calves and thighs bulged together, and he actually held up the edges and corners of his martial arts pants, driving the upper body clothes to twitch with it, and the muscles were revealed one after another.

Aggression is like fire, and outburst is like fire!

He quickly approached, and with a stride punch, he poured the power of his whole body into his right arm, stirring the sound of the wind, huge muscles, pulling the skin membrane, and hitting Lou Cheng hard.

With such a punch, ordinary people will be seriously injured if they don't die!

Lou Cheng sat on his hips, the lightning in his mind struck, the snow-capped mountains collapsed, and the rolling power surged to the soles of his feet, and the mighty and mighty could not be broken.

He struck his right foot horizontally, and in a semi-twisted posture he exerted force on the ground, and suddenly he felt a rebound, and a slight spiral of force from the foot to the leg, from the leg to the waist, from the waist to the spine, as the axis, all the forces that flowed through it, directed to the right arm.

His right arm seemed to be bulging, and the membrane seemed to be stretched open, Lou Cheng clenched his fist and thrashed it, blocking Fang Tong's attacking hand.

When the two were about to make contact, his joints changed, his muscles and bones stretched, and he exuded a short and strong inch.

A layer of flames rose into the air, covering Lou Cheng's hand, and then collided with Fang Tong's fist.

Fire vs. Fire!

Bang! In the muffled sound, Lou Cheng only felt that his right hand was burned by fire, but he had expected it, so he took advantage of the situation and threw his right arm back, bringing a reverse momentum, and Fang Tong's face changed slightly, and his right hand instinctively threw out, wanting to shake off the burning pain, and his chest and abdomen immediately opened.

At the tatami mats of the home team, Wang Hui, Jiang Guosheng and Pan Chengyun immediately changed their expressions.

Lou Cheng was unforgiving, his back was twisted, his thighs were tense, with the help of the force of his right foot and the backward momentum of his right arm, his left leg was like a soft whip, Huo Ran was tense, and he was fierce and fierce between Fang Tong's legs, and he was still striding forward.

Fang Tong's eyes were frightened, and he instantly visualized the scene of the fire burning his body in his mind, his buttocks were involuntarily clamped, and his muscles exerted force, forcing the tail vertebrae, driving his waist and back to flick, hooking his legs and feet, and pounced sharply to the side.

Burn yourself, people go to the house!

With just one pounce, Fang Tong opened a few meters away from Lou Cheng and avoided the fatal whip leg.

And Lou Cheng was not in a hurry, he immediately sank after kicking the whip leg into the air, adjusted his muscles, stepped heavily on the bluestone ground, and directed the endless "big avalanche" and "electric fire pile" in his mind to the soles of his feet.

If the ground was hit, Lou Cheng rebounded, followed by Fang Tong's side, the speed was not slow, and where he was originally standing, shallow traces appeared on the bluestone!

One after the other, like two eagles chasing, Fang Tong just stood still, rebounded with the help of the force, Lou Cheng had arrived, turned his body sideways, sank his shoulders, his muscles swelled, and he hit forward with strength, almost like an avalanche pressing the top.

Fang Tong was no longer able to dodge, so he could only hurriedly raise his arms and block in front of him.

Boom! Fang Tong's arms were knocked into pain and pressed to his chest.

As soon as he hit and flung it, Lou Cheng's shoulders were forced, and Fang Tong flew up, flew out of the ring, fell in front of the tatami mats, and almost knocked over several spectators.

The referee nodded slightly, appreciating Lou Cheng's last mercy, otherwise he would have to stop it so as not to cause death or injury.

He raised his right hand and said in a loud voice:

"Lou Chengsheng!"

In a few breaths, Lou Cheng wins!

The entire martial arts hall, on the home team's side, was silent.

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

Yan Xiaoling was looking at the screen in annoyance, because the signal had been interrupted just now.

More than ten seconds later, the signal was restored, and she saw the collision between the two and heard the voice of the narrator:

"Welcome everyone to continue watching, the game has just begun, there is no delay, just like I introduced during the dialogue time, Fang of the Crimson Martial Arts Uniform is also a young master in the forefront of Songcheng, and he has been a professional nine-rank more than three years ago...... Uh, he lost ......"

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