Martial Arts Master Chapter 45: There are many holidays.

　　 To be honest, if you want to label yourself, Lou Cheng feels that there must be a "like food" article. When he first came to Yanling, he also wanted to see the special flavors here, but all this was awkward. The word "no money", in order to ensure that you don't get on the train on an empty stomach on the day of the return journey, you can only split a penny into two and spend it carefully.

　　 put down the bowls and chopsticks, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he watched the local roast duck on the opposite side swallowed his saliva, and said silently: "Heaven will come down to the people of Sri Lanka. Its muscles and bones, its skin is hungry, its skin is hungry, its skin is hungry..."

　　 laughed at himself, he took out his cell phone and chatted with Yan Zoke who was resting after the meal. After the other party started practicing martial arts, he slowly wandered back to the martial arts venue.

　　 Throughout the afternoon, he wandered through different arenas, watching the competition of warriors, like a sponge thrown into the water, eagerly absorbing the essence of various styles of play, and performing his own response in his mind .

　　 Even when he was in high school, he knew that reading was the best way out, he was not as active, so devoted, so ecstatic, he even went to forums and posts, swiped Weibo topics, watched video highlights, he completely forgot .

　　 After the game, he returned to the hotel, took off his jacket, and went to a small park nearby, turning today's bit by bit accumulation and harvest into one trick.

　　Think about it a hundred times, it's better to practice once!

　　 punches are like cannons, punches are like hammers, Lou Cheng tears the airflow with every punch and kick, brings a crisp sound, has a rhythm, fierce and crazy, like a storm and snow, and practiced to the full. With every blow, he became more and more terrifying, and his style slammed, just like a rolling torrent, whistling and rushing, condescending and drowning everything.

　　 The sky is getting darker and the snowflakes are falling. With Lou Cheng's moves, he dances in the air. Suddenly, the sound of fists and feet around him is converged, and his right palm is quickly shot, like thunder, half of his strength, one Just accept it.

　　 This palm has just been closed, and the left palm has come out again. The two take over. There is almost no gap. The mixed low kicks weave a soft and dense attack net.

　　 If "Big Avalanche" is Blizzard's most masculine and most terrifying ferocity and craziness, then this method of grip is Blizzard's most feminine and deadly ferocity and craziness, then it will attack silently from the beginning, and it is almost impossible to "fast" The "cold" of avoiding, until hit, is unable to resolve!

　　 "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" second "potential", the chill is deep!

After 　　 played several times, Lou Cheng closed his move and exhaled a suffocating breath, which turned into white smoke like an arrow. This style of play deserves to be derived from the "Ice Club" unique knowledge. Every time you temper yourself, you can get something new. Harvest.

　　 Without going back to the hotel, he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan Zike, sharing his joy.

　　 "I feel like this in my martial arts practice this afternoon. Maybe this is the charm of martial arts." Yan Zike returned with a red face and smiled, "Woo, cousin wants to drag me to go shopping, I'm so tired (poor) Xi)."

　　 Lou Cheng said with concern: "If you are tired, don't go, just resolutely reject her."

　　 Having said that, he joked again: "If you dare not, I will help you!"

　　 "No, she said she wanted to treat me to some delicious food, I was tempted." Yan Zike made a face with a smile, "My cousins ​​are monsters when they are shopping, and they haven't seen me for three or four hours. Tired, I feel like what you have."

　　 Lou Cheng thought for a while, and sent a five-body expression: "I think I will lose."

　　 The body will not be tired, but the spirit will be tired!

　　 talked and laughed, after dinner, returned to the hotel, Lou Cheng took off his clothes, entered the bathroom, let the hot water drip down, and hit the body carefully, removing all the dust and mental exhaustion.

　　 He squinted his eyes with comfort, and his eyes were filled with water and hazy.

　　 Thinking of the three-day experience, Lou Cheng does feel like he is dreaming, but his own growth is so real. It seems that he is completing a certain transformation, perhaps still brewing a little maturity.

　　 After taking a shower and wiping his body dry, he was busy washing his clothes-because there were not enough change belts, and he didn't trust the laundry service of this kind of small hotel. The martial arts clothes had not been washed for three days, so count the time , Just change to the second set, wait for the second set to wear for another three or four days, even if this set is not dry, you can wear the daily outfit and go home.

　　After finishing all this, he turned on the computer and downloaded the video, he threw himself into the bed, fell into the softness, and felt the beauty of life.

　　 picked up the phone and boarded QQ. When Lou Cheng was about to chat with Yan Zoke who was shopping, a familiar avatar sent a message.

　　滴!

　　 "Fang Jiang?" Lou Cheng muttered to himself.

　　 This is Jiang Fei, a classmate and good friend of my high school classmate, who passed the exam in Guangnan.

　　 The guy whose nickname is "Jiang Fat" said: "Orange, when will you get home? Our class is going to get together."

　　 "I have four or five days left." Lou Cheng replied in general, "Who wants to participate?"

　　 Jiang Fei replied: "It hasn't been decided yet, but it should not be less. Your school is so late for vacation?"

　　 "Some things have been delayed." Lou Cheng didn't say anything about the Xiaowu Sheng arena. If Jiang Pang knew that he had become an amateur master, then his glasses would probably not be able to keep it. After the perfunctory problem, he sent another message. : "Do you want a teacher?"

　　 Jiang Fei said: "I don’t know, let’s talk about it when the time comes. If you are going to sing K or something, the teacher is not very good together. If you go to the farmhouse to play, you can also ask them to play cards and fish."

　　 "Then you count me first. We haven't seen each other for a semester." Lou Cheng replied happily.

　　 Jiang Fei returned with a smirk: "By the way, Orange, tell you a gossip."

　　 "What gossip?" Lou Cheng was also interested.

　　 Jiang Fei said: "Hey, when I came back, I met Du Liyu in the car halfway, holding hands with Song Li from Class 3!"

　　 Class 3? Isn't it Yan Zheke and the others? Lou Cheng was shocked and replied: "Did they get to a school?"

　　 "Almost, two schools very close to the same city, once came and went, they hooked up, hey, just in response to that sentence, I think you are a fellow, but you want to soak me!" Jiang Fei typed quickly .

　　 Wipe, an arrow in his knee... Lou Cheng wiped away the non-existent cold sweat: "Pang Jiang, then?"

　　 "What else then? I saw them, they also saw me, and the hands were separated in an instant, let me not tell other people, but what is our relationship, it doesn't matter if we talk about it." Jiang Fei said. Laughing expression.

　　 Lou Cheng took the phone, laughed, and replied: "How do you feel that you are a horrible person? By the way, there are a lot of beautiful women in Guangnan, haven't you fallen in love?"

　　 "Bah! There are so many beauties, but our department is miserable. There are only five girls in the whole department. They are called five golden flowers." Jiang Fei gave a sad expression, "By the way, don't tell Du Liyu and the others. Others, otherwise they would call me."

　　 Lou Cheng chatted with Jiang Fei, while already sending a message to Yan Zike:

　　"Tell you a gossip! Du Liyu from our class is in love with Song Li from your class!"

　　 After sending the message, he saw Jiang Fei’s instructions, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

　　 For me, how can Yan Zoke count others!

　　 After a few minutes, Yan Zike responded with a "stunned dog" expression: "What? Song Li is in love with this little girl? During the chat, she didn't say anything! I have to Go to torture her!"

　　 "Don't say I told you." Lou Cheng also followed.

　　The secret is passed on by people like me and Jiang Fei...I want to confess...

　　 On the other side, Jiang Fei chatted for a few words and said: "Orange, Lao Cheng called me out to have a skewers and drink, and talk later."

　　 Cheng Qili is another good friend of Loucheng High School.

　　 "Go, punch him for me, if I don't contact him, he won't contact me, never take the initiative to chat!" Lou Cheng joked.

　　The life in high school was depressing and depressing at the time, but after a few months of college, I recalled the past, but I could experience the joy hidden in the heavy study. It was the youngest period of my life.

　　 Yan Zoke was shopping and chatting and "torture". It was very hard. It took a long time for Lou to reply with a "smirking" expression: "It really is true! They have been healed for two months. If you When I met Du Liyu, I had a chance to help me bully him, but he abducted my dear back table without saying a word!"

　　 "We had a party before the class." Lou Cheng sent out a smirk of "I'm doing things, you can rest assured."

　　 "Our class also has them, but I can't go..." Yan Zike returned to the messy expression in the wind.

　　 The two chatted one after another, warm and happy. Lou Cheng walked around and talked about it, watching what his friends posted.

　　 Suddenly, he saw director Zhao Qiang change his QQ nickname and called it "Ze Jiao", and his signature changed to "Thinking Jianghua".

　　er... Lou Cheng was stunned and decided to pretend not to see it.

　　 He observed the phone time, continued to chat with Yan Zike, waited for his free time, opened the browser, and logged in to the official website of the Phoenix Cup Xiaowu Saint Challenge to browse the report of the game and the follow-up schedule.

　　 In the highlights of the competition, he saw his own figure and struggled to get up~ IndoMTL.com~ used the computer to download, and the follow-up schedule, because there are only 103 fighters left, tomorrow morning In the fourth round of the knockout round, there will be one player bye, five arenas will hold 51 battles, and in the afternoon, twelve martial artists will be lucky enough to advance bye and directly participate in the group stage. The remaining forty players will fight each other. Go to the fifth round of the knockout.

　　" Two matches a day, even if there is no bye in the afternoon, for me, the physical advantage will be maximized. I won’t encounter the ninth rank of the professional, and entering the group stage is not a problem. Now there is only the fourth round. It's a pass." Lou Chengruo thought.

　　 This is not a game. The consumption of physical strength is not only reflected in a simple attribute, but also leads to a decrease in strength and a slower speed, which is a comprehensive decline.

　　…………

　　 The next day, Lou Cheng still got up at 5:30 and did daily exercises in a small park nearby.

　　 At 7:20, he returned to the hotel, rinsed off his sweat, organized himself, then picked up his phone and sent a message to Yan Zoke:

　　 "Morning!"

　　 Almost at the same time, Yan Zoke also sent a message:

　　 "Morning!"

　　 a tacit understanding, a smile suddenly appeared, Lou Cheng only felt that the beginning of the day was so beautiful.

　　…………

In the martial arts venue, Lao Zheng and other spectators entered, came to the big screen, and watched the match table today.

　　 He subconsciously looked for the number and name of Qilou Cheng, because there were only 51 games, and the corresponding content quickly caught his eye.

　　 "He? This opponent is not easy to deal with. The service desk recommended him for the game on the first day." Lao Zheng took a breath~IndoMTL.com~Welcome to read the latest, fastest and hottest book friends. The serialized works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile users, please go to read.