Martial Arts Master Chapter 117: Depressed commentary

　　 On Sunday afternoon, Yan Xiaoling was still lying in bed, but she had changed her posture and chose to sit back and put her laptop on her lap.

　　"Fanfan, Fanfan, are you sure you have one?" She glanced at the computer, held her mobile phone, and quickly sent a message to Fanfan.

　　 "Huan Fan" said with an expression of "Slipping the World": "Anyway, the'Wai Liao's self-generation' just posted that the'Qidao Video Website' has a live broadcast. She bought the copyright from Songcheng TV Station before. When it comes to the trailer, this kind of trivial matter shouldn’t be wrong, right? So annoying, so annoying, the website is so fast, the internet speed is so slow, it’s not buffered yet!

　　 Hearing what Huan Fan said, Yan Xiaoling, who had just woke up from a nap, continued to look for the live broadcast on the "Qidao Video Website" with a dazed expression. After a few minutes, she finally found "Hong Luo" in the corner of the "Trial" sub-page. With the words "Martial Hall VS Matsushiro University Martial Arts Club", there are two entrances for TV station commentary and main station commentary.

　　 Yan Xiaoling slid her hand and chose the "site commentary". After a long and maddening buffer, she finally saw the tatami floor of the martial arts hall, and saw the sloshing out, sitting on their knees. The group of Budo Club saw the leader Lou Cheng.

The broadcasting rights of the first stage of the 　　 trials were sold by the organizing committee to the TV stations in their respective competition areas, and the TV stations recovered a part of the funds from the video website. The money flowing to the organizing committee will eventually become the insurance costs of the contestants. The running cost of the event and the broadcast share of the quarter-finals match.

　　——Because there are no restrictions on registration, it is impossible to get a share once you participate in the competition. So many scammers cheat funds. Only after seven or eight contests, the teams that reach the top eight in the competition will have the profit from the trials qualifications.

　　 "Hey, there is!" Yan Xiaoling happily sent a message to Huan Fan.

　　 Huan Fan quickly replied: "I have seen it too, idols are becoming more and more popular! Ah yah yeah, I want to post the link to the Dragon Tiger Club forum to let those people see and see!"

　　 The two little girls were busy for a while, watching the live broadcast again with some nervousness and excitement, waiting intently for the start of the game.

　　…………

　　 Ding and staring. Two minutes before three o’clock, Zhao Qiang, Qiu Zhigao and Zhang Jingye finally managed to overcome the weekend traffic jam and rushed to the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall in time. They were followed by four very student girls, but dressed in costumes. They are all quite fashionable.

　　 looked around, Zhao Qiang saw Cai Zongming and pointed at him with joy:

　　 "Let’s go there!"

　　 The "audience seats" reserved for the visiting team are sparse, and the position is still very spacious. Cai Zongming greeted enthusiastically and helped arrange the girls to take their seats, and secretly complained to Zhao Qiang and Qiu Zhigao:

　　"The aesthetics of the art academy is really different from our normal people. Shouldn’t this age wear some clothes that set off the youthful atmosphere and set off the original taste of students? Isn’t this dress too mature? I really want to wear it. Are you afraid that you won’t have a chance?"

　　Zhao Qiang glanced secretly, then smiled pretentiously:

　　 "I think it's good."

　　His black-rimmed glasses reflected a touch of brightness in the sunlight outside the window.

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

　　After each seated, the girl next to Zhang Jingye pulled his sleeves and said with a smile, "Which roommate are you talking about?"

　　 This girl has a lovely round face, slightly smeared foundation, and is wearing a relatively less mature pale pink coat. She is Zhang Jingye's prospective girlfriend, Wu Qian from the Art Institute.

　　 Hearing her question, the other three girls also looked at Zhang Jingye curiously, waiting for the answer. This was the first time in their lives that they had a friend who could live on TV—a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend.

　　 Zhang Jingye points to Lou Cheng who is kneeling and sitting on the first row of tatami mats in the visiting team:

　　 "Do you see that? The one on the far left, the one who is very energetic..."

　　Wu Qian craned her neck and smiled:

　　 "I see it, it's quite temperamental."

　　The other three girls were waiting to speak, but they saw the referee in black walking into the bluestone ground in the center, saying loudly:

　　"The first match between Hongluo Wuguan and Songda Budosha."

　　 "Fang Tong is right!"

　　…………

　　As soon as the referee announced it, there were enthusiastic applause and shouts around. Although the audience was not large, they belonged to the group of relatives and friends.

　　 The voices of "Hong Luo must win" and "Fang Tong must win" echoed in his ears. Lou Cheng slowly stood up, first turned his head to look at Yan Zuke, without making any concealment.

　　 Yan Zoke looked back at his gaze boldly, her eyes waved like water, like a hidden star, her face was bright red from emotions such as excitement, tension and worry, she clenched her fist, waved it, her pink lips opened up and down Close, it seems to be compared with cheering mouth.

　　 Chengfu smiled, calmly bent down, put on his shoes, and walked along the aisle to the ring with unfriendly gazes. The strength in his heart settled and accumulated. Wait for the outbreak of the battle after the official start.

　　 The number of spectators on the tatami mats around the 　　 is estimated to be as large as a hundred and dozens. Most of them belong to the peripheral students of Hongluo Wuguan, and their relatives and friends. A few belong to the relatives and friends of the participating disciples and Song Da Budo. The crowds in the clubs are definitely incomparable, but because they are so close to the ring, the sound of cheering and provocation is more impactful, just like someone yelling at the ears.

　　 Cheng is also considered a warrior who has experienced a lot of scenes. He is not afraid of it. He passed through cursing, through the sound of violent generals, through the line of defense composed of eyes, and stepped into the ring formed by the bluestone ground. .

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

　　"I'm afraid that these shoes won't last for long. After a few more intense steps, they are almost useless. The road to martial arts really costs money..."

On the 　　 arena, the referee’s left hand, Fang Tong is already standing, his hair is erected, his aura is ferocious, and he seems to be violent if he doesn't agree with him.

　　He is tall, one meter and eighty-five meters above him, and his simple scarlet red martial arts suit just feels like a slim formal suit.

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

　　 Fang Tonghu looked at Lou Cheng, and smiled contemptuously:

　　 "Are you very proud and proud?"

　　"It took only half a year to grow from a rankless novice to a professional ninth rank martial artist. I am indeed qualified to be proud and proud."

　　"But I like fighting with warriors like you who are known as geniuses the most. I like watching you scrambling under my attack, watching your powerless and futile struggle, and watching your eyes doubting your life after a fiasco. I like to watch you cowering when facing me. Did you know that there used to be an eighteen-year-old ninth-rank genius warrior who was beaten and cried alive by me."

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

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

　　"Fang Tong, good at trash talking, very capable..."

　　 He closed his eyes, and finally confirmed his play style:

　　 will go all out in the ring, fight like life and death, and don’t consider keeping any cards!

　　 And I don’t have enough experience in life and death, only once, so I can only use this as a reference.

　　With this thought, Lou Cheng recalled the details before and after the fight with that Anbu Ninth Rank: a whip kick hit the temple, two **** eyes were squeezed out; shots up into the sky, The lower yin burst, blood and water **** all over the floor; the secret method of mental aura hits the mind directly, shaking the soul...

　　 Compared with the panic caused by the Anbu Jiupin, Fangtong’s trash talk is like a child cursing the street...

　　Gradually, Lou Cheng ignored Fang Tong’s rubbish, and only felt that there seemed to be screams from far away, which could not affect his own memories at all:

　　The secret method of mental aura creates rigidity, the poisonous needle power brings fear, and forcibly opens its own shelf...Prepared for a long time, biting the tip of the tongue...The center of gravity is like mercury, dodge in time...The sound is ear-sounding, and it is a killer move... …Cunjin’s short fight, flame ability, seize the opportunity…

　　 Scenes flashed in his mind, and he finally stopped at the 9th-rank 7-orifice of the dark part, bleeding, the expression in his eyes quickly faded, leaving behind unwilling scenes.

　　 The picture freezes, his eyes are opened, Lou Cheng's eyes are like ice, and he looks at Fang Tong.

　　 "What's the use of a guy like you who hasn't been weaned? Really..." Fang Tong said vigorously. He was taken a look at it without deterrence, but was stunned. I don't know why , There was a little chill in his heart, and he could no longer speak for a while.

　　 "Start!"

　　 Just then, the referee waved his right hand.

　　 Fang Tong suddenly raised his air, and the calf and thigh muscles swelled up, so that the martial arts pants were sharply angled, which caused the upper body to twitch, and muscles were revealed one after another.

　　 aggression is like fire, eruption is like fire!

　　 Snap! He hurriedly approached, a stepped punch, poured the power of his whole body into his right arm, stirring the wind, huge muscles, pulling the skin, and hitting Lou Cheng fiercely.

　　With such a punch, ordinary people will hit it, and even if they die, they will be seriously injured!

　　The building was sitting on the hips with a heavy waist, and lightning smashed down my mind, the snow-capped mountains collapsed, and the rolling force rushed to the soles of the feet, and the mighty force could not be stopped.

　　 He hit his right foot horizontally and applied force to the ground in a semi-twisted posture. He suddenly felt a rebound. The slightly spiral force went from the foot to the leg, from the leg to the waist, from the waist to the spine. As the axis, all the forces where the confluence passes are directed to the right arm.

　　 There seems to be a bulge on the right arm, and the membrane is stretched open, Lou Cheng clenched his fist and thumped it, blocking Fang Tong’s attacking hand.

　　 When the two were about to come into contact, his joints changed, his muscles and bones stretched, and he gave out a short and strong inch.

　　 Snap! A layer of flame leaped into the sky, covering the face of the building, before colliding with Fang Tong's fist.

　　Fire ability VS Huo Shao Jin!

　　bang! In the muffled sound, Lou Cheng only felt that his right hand was burnt, but he had expected it, and took advantage of the momentum to flick his right arm back, bringing a reverse momentum, and Fang Tong's face changed slightly, his right hand instinctively moved outwards With a flick, to get rid of the burning sensation, the chest and abdomen opened immediately.

　　 At the home team's tatami, Wang Hui, Jiang Guosheng and Pan Chengyun immediately changed their looks.

　　樓成 was not forgiving, twisted his back and tightened his thighs. With the help of the right foot and the right arm, his left leg was like a soft whip, suddenly tightened and fierce. He drew between Fang Tong's legs suddenly, and he was still striding forward.

　　Fang Tong's eyes were panicked, and the scene of the fire burned in his mind for an instant. The hips involuntarily clamped, the muscles exerted force, forcing the tail vertebrae, driving the back and back, hooking the legs and feet, and rushing to the side Pounce.

　　 Burning body, people go to the room!

　　 With just a flutter, Fang Tong pulled a few meters away from Lou Cheng, avoiding the terrible whip kick~IndoMTL.com~ But Lou Cheng was not in a hurry, and immediately kicked off the whip kick. He sank, adjusted his muscles, and stepped heavily on the bluestone ground, guiding the "big avalanche" and "electric fire piles" in my mind to the soles of my feet.

　　咚! If the ground was hit, Lou Cheng bounced back, and immediately followed Fang's side with a speed that was not slow. There were shallow traces on the bluestone where he originally stood!

　　, one after the other, like two eagles chasing, Fang Tong just stood still, rebounded with strength, and Lou Cheng has arrived, turning his body, sinking his shoulders, bulging his muscles, and slamming forward. There is an avalanche state.

　　 Fang Tong is no longer able to evade, so he can only hurriedly raise his arms and block in front of him.

　　咚! Fang Tong's arms were hit with pain and pressed against his chest.

　　 slammed, picked and slammed Lou Cheng's shoulders, Fang Tong flew up, flew out of the ring, fell in front of the tatami, and almost knocked a few viewers over.

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

　　He raised his right hand and said loudly:

　　 "Lou Chengsheng!"

　　 Within a few breaths, Lou Chengsheng!

　　 The whole martial arts hall, the home team, was silent.

　　…………

　　 Yan Xiaoling is looking at the screen in annoyance because the signal has been interrupted just now.

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

　　"Welcome everyone to continue watching. The game has just started and there is no delay. As I introduced in the dialogue time, Fang Tong in the red martial arts suit is a young master in Songcheng's forefront. He was already a professional more than three years ago. Ninth Grade...Uh, he lost..."

　　 I TM just started to explain!

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