Martial Arts Master Chapter 121: Red sleeves not only add fragrance

　　 The sun was just right on Sunday, shining through the windows of the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall, leaving the room full of splendor. Lou Cheng barefoot stepped on an inch of brilliance, as if walking on a road paved with gold. Happy, full of joy, relieved all the pressure.

　　 He looked at Yan Zoke, and walked back leisurely against the background of the martial arts disciples and students' sullen silence.

　　 This is the taste of victory!

　　When he passed by Cai Zongming and others, he greeted him with a happy head, without any embarrassment to the reality of bare feet.

　　 "There is really a master fan!"

　　 "It turns out that warriors who are not in Waigang can be so powerful, and they broke their shoes..."

　　"Have you not seen the cracks and footprints on the stone ground? If this is to hit the boys in our college, wouldn't they be beaten into patties?"

　　 "True Man!"

　　Several art college girls whispered to each other, admiring them constantly. They usually see them fighting in Waigang. They lack a clear understanding of the pill realm and body refining. This is the first time that human beings can rely on the body. It was so fierce, for the first time that I had an admiration for the Budo Club of my school.

　　 "Boys practicing martial arts are so energetic and temperament..." They saw Lin Que stand up, walk towards Lou Cheng, looked around, and came to a consistent conclusion.

　　 Cai Zongming listened to their undisguised discussion, and there was an impulse to tears down his face. If he hadn’t been lazy last year, he would have joined the Budosha special training. Now, now, I still can’t beat Orange... He is A pervert!

　　 Zhang Jingye is a little bit acidic, Wu Qian is keenly aware, and busy whispering in his ear: "Just as we are discussing TV stars, idols, singers and famous warriors, just talk about it, gossip, not many people Really go to the heart."

　　 "Yes." Zhang Jingye was relieved immediately.

　　 But in this way, will there be a distance between Orange and himself and others?

　　 Qiu Zhigao said with emotion: "I really envy oranges... I often dream of the scene just now..."

　　 As a man who also loves to show his muscles in the dormitory, as a freshman who has an amateur level at school, saying that he never dreamed of martial arts when he was young is definitely a lie, but as he grows older, he does not see his talent. , Gradually recognized the reality, rationally devoted time and energy to reading.

　　 looked at the ring in a daze, his blood tumbling, melancholy, and finally turned into a sigh, and he was speechless.

　　I hope that Orange can go further on the martial arts, let me know how beautiful this glorious road is...

　　Zhao Qiang meditated, and suddenly blurted out: "Lao Qiu, have you found that Orange won the game with the last "ha". This must be protected by mysterious power. He sacrificed his time..."

　　 "Ah, what?" Qiu Zhigao looked blank.

　　 "Forget it, you are not a real fan..." Zhao Qiang turned to lower his voice and sighed, "We are going to please the laughs all the way, and we might as well be impressed by Oranges playing two games."

　　 Qiu Zhigao laughed: "This is normal, just like you like pretty, beautiful, cute and playful girls."

　　 "I like studying." Zhao Qiang pushed his black-rimmed glasses seriously, "I am going to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination from now on."

　　 "It's just a freshman so early!" Qiu Zhigao said in surprise.

　　 Zhao Qiang smiled slightly, put away all the seriousness and irregularities, and sighed out: "I have considered very clearly. Everyone has their own characteristics and their own future. The postgraduate entrance examination is the best for me. Others practice martial arts, I will follow the martial arts? Prepare early, it is better to hug you? Slowly improve your content and ability, there will always be people who like me?"

　　 three rhetorical questions in a row made Qiu Zhigao stunned and hissed: "Aqiang, how do you feel that you are a bit deep in your thinking?"

　　 Zhao Qiang did not speak, and pushed his black-framed glasses again, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the window.

　　…………

　　 approaching the tatami location where Songda Budosha was located, Lou Cheng saw Li Mao taking the lead. Everyone clapped their hands and welcomed them back. Yan Zuke smiled, her eyes flowed, seemingly playful and joyful.

　　 Amidst the applause, he found Lin Que standing up and walking towards him, so he smiled and raised his right hand in a gesture of high fives.

　　 Lin Que was startled and didn't slow down, but when he was about to pass Lou Cheng's right side, he stretched out his palm and struck him lightly.

　　 "Come on!" Lou Cheng said with a smile, and added something in his stomach, Brother!

　　 Lin nodded with a shortcoming, looked over his shoulder, looked at the ring, looked at his opponent.

　　 The two passed by, Lou Cheng returned to the tatami, sitting in Lin Que's position, and Yan Zoke was only separated by Guo Qing.

　　 "Awesome!"

　　 "Oranges are fine!"

　　"April's pre-qualified competition is going to be stable!"

　　 Li Mao, Sun Jian, Chen Changhua and others gave thumbs up and expressed their admiration, making Lou Cheng happy physically and mentally, full of refreshment.

　　 He was waiting to clasp his fists to respond, and suddenly felt pain in his arms and hands. He hurriedly unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves. He found a few bruises, some redness and swelling, and his bones were also very sore.

　　 "It's okay? I brought the ointment and I was in the dressing room." Yan Zike asked with a slightly distressed look.

　　? Hearing these words, Li Mao, Lin Hua and others' eyes suddenly projected, and they looked back and forth between Lou Cheng and Yan Zoke.

　　 And Yan Zoke also realized that he was too proactive and became the focus of everyone. His pretty face suddenly became red, shy and timid, and beautiful.

　　 Cheng is so heartbroken, go to the locker room to apply ointment? Two people get along?

　　 He kept the last trace of reservedness and said: "Lin Que will be playing right away. As a teammate, it doesn't seem good to not look at cheering, right?"

　　 Sun Jian behind him couldn't help his "hypocrisy" and roared: "Lin Que's opponent is only an amateur, what's so good? Go and apply the ointment, don't leave any hidden injuries that will affect the game next week. !"

　　 "Okay!" Lou Cheng was waiting for others' persuasion, and he stood up and looked at Yan Zoke.

　　 Yan Zoke has regretted making this suggestion a long time ago, but felt that his face was hot, and immediately whitened him, but after looking at his bruise and redness, he pursed his mouth, turned his head, stood up, red With a face, avoiding all gazes but walking towards the dressing room quite proudly.

　　 Lou Cheng looked at her swaying back, followed behind with a swaying mind, and Li Mao and the others whispered in his ears.

　　 "Tsk, the current school brother is amazing!" Chen Changhua sighed with emotion.

　　, both college students who practice martial arts, why have they been single dogs for four years?

　　 Li Mao also sighed: "I always think he has no hope of catching it..."

　　 I feel that his martial arts future is just like that...

　　 In the dressing room, there was no one around, Yan Zike turned around, with his hands behind his back, and hummed:

　　 "Tell me about you, why did you agree! You should ask me to take out the ointment and apply it yourself!"

　　 Lou Cheng suddenly felt flirting and cursing, and pretended to be pitiful: "But I don’t know how to apply it myself. I have both hands and it hurts."

　　 "Really?" Yan Zike hurriedly checked. As a girl from a martial arts family, she still has the corresponding vision. She sighed with relief, "There is no injury on the bones, you sit down, I'll get the ointment ."

　　 She trot to the locker, took out the ointment, sat down next to Lou Cheng, raised her bruised right hand, squeezed out the ointment, and kneaded it with a specific technique.

　　 Lou Cheng’s gaze has been chasing her figure, following her busyness, at this moment, looking at the girl next to her, looking at her battered skin, looking at her remaining thin red cheeks, looking Looking at her delicate lips, looking at her with a slightly distressed look, looking at her focused and gentle eye waves, although there was pain from the kneaded right hand, but it was sweet, even if there was alcohol. The feeling of being intoxicated.

　　 At this moment, he was a little longing for everlasting time.

　　 After rubbing away the bruises of his two hands, Yan Zoke's eyes rolled, pretending to be ordinary: "Which is your cabinet? I will bring your shoes over. It's not good to step on the ground with bare feet. "

　　 "That." Lou Cheng pointed, enjoying the thoughtfulness and tenderness of the girl.

　　"Keep on rubbing yourself~" Yan Zoke wiped her hands with the tissue next to her, turned and walked to the cabinet.

When 　　 took out Loucheng sneakers, she deliberately blocked her vision with her back, read the code quickly and seriously, then raised the corners of her mouth, holding the shoes back with a smile.

　　 "What's so happy?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.

　　 Yan Zoke said with a smile: "I thought that if you didn't bring these shoes, you would have to go back barefoot!"

　　 "Who uses martial arts shoes as everyday objects?" Lou Cheng replied relaxedly.

　　His socks were also broken just now, so he could only wear shoes barefoot temporarily.

　　…………

　　 "Ahhhhhhhh! Lou Cheng is so handsome!" Yan Xiaoling spoke to Phantom, while staring at the playback on the screen.

　　 Huanfan crisply smiled and said: "The picture of him turning barefoot and leaving the field perfectly meets all my expectations and all my fantasy of the mysterious master!"

　　"Listening to the commentary, the lost Ninth-Rank is very strong, he is close to the Dan realm, haha, he is now praising our Lou Cheng frantically, saying that he is not only talented, but also good at actual combat. , Good at seizing opportunities..." Yan Xiaoling wanted to give the commentator a thumbs up with satisfaction.

　　Between the two little girls chatting and laughing, Yan Xiaoling opened the web page, logged in to the forum, and planned to create posts related to this trial.

　　 scrolled out the page, she suddenly rubbed her eyes, some suspected that she had misread the numbers.

　　 Only four fans followed yesterday, how come there are now three hundred and sixty-eight?

　　 How many times has this doubled?

　　"Fanfan, Fanfan, go to the forum! I think I have a problem with my eyes!" Yan Xiaoling hurriedly sent a message to Fanfan.

After 　　 for a while, Huan Fan replied weakly: "My eyes seem to have a problem."

　　In this forum, "Gai Shilong Wang" silently posted a post:

　　 "Lou Cheng Data Collection"

　　"Name: Lou Cheng."

　　"Occupation: Student."

　　"Age: Nineteen."

　　"School attended: Songcheng University."

　　"Martial Arts Rank: Nine Ranks of Strong Profession."

　　…………

　　 In the Red Luo Wu Hall, most of the disciples and students are desperate and full of loss. Only a few core disciples who know Pan Chengyun’s true strength still hold the last glimmer of expectations, hoping that he can turn around as a secret weapon War situation.

　　As long as Lin Que is defeated, the third martial artist of Songcheng University will not even have an amateur rank!

　　 Pan Chengyun adjusted his breathing and stood opposite Lin Que. Because he played for the first time, there was no physical recovery problem, so even if there was no time for dialogue, the referee was not too eager to announce the start of the game. Instead, he called the staff to clean up. The fragments of the ring will not interfere with the subsequent battle.

　　After a lot of busy work, he confirmed to the two warriors~IndoMTL.com~ and then waved his right hand and said loudly:

　　 "Start!"

　　 Pan Chengyun knew that Lin Que would not be able to hide his ninth-level professional strength for long, and it would be exposed after a few hands, so he planned to go all out from the beginning to seize the opportunity that the opponent despised.

　　 He visualized the spreading flames, "ignited" his whole body, his back was tightened, and his legs and feet exerted force on his back, he slammed at Lin Que for several meters.

　　 Lin Que did not retreat, strode forward, stopped suddenly, pressed his feet, his body trembled slightly, his temples immediately bulged, and his right arm was pulled back, completing the explosion and electric jet within a very short distance, shooting like a meteor. To Pan Chengyun.

　　 And Pan Chengyun also completed the first eruption, as if he was holding a sledgehammer in his hand and hitting it hard.

　　bang!

　　 The two had just collided. Pan Chengyun was like being bombarded by a bomb. There was shock all over his body, his bones trembled, his blood tumbling, his five internal organs were uncomfortable, and his fascia and muscles could hardly exert force for a while!

　　 Lin Que approached, his left arm snapped out and stopped on his neck.

　　 "The third game, Lin missed the victory!" The referee suddenly wanted to laugh, which ended faster than the first game. It turned out to be a professional ninth-grade battle against an amateur's first-grade battle, and the gap was indeed quite wide.

　　 Lin Que did not look at Pan Chengyun, with a somewhat thoughtful look on his expressionless face, whispered to himself:

　　 "Sure enough, like him, do my best from the beginning?"

While 　　 was speaking, Lin Que arched his hands, turned around and walked out of the ring unhappily. There was really no happiness in defeating the amateur No.1 opponent.

　　 Pan Chengyun stared blankly, and suddenly wanted to shout loudly to declare the truth to everyone.

　　 I am a ninth professional, not an amateur first!

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