Martial Arts Master Chapter 90: 3 consecutive kicks
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Lou Cheng suddenly realized that he looked at Cai Zongming and said:
"Not feelings, but facts..."
Damn, I was ridiculed by my uncle!
In vain, I think he is a serious person!
Cai Zongming gave a low laugh, turned his back to Lin Que, raised his eyebrows and said: "Orange, go! Beat him!"
He knew that at this distance, no matter how low his volume was, he couldn't hide from Lin Que's ears. It was purely funny to enliven the atmosphere.
"You can do it like letting a dog bite people." Lou Cheng glanced at him contemptuously, "Why don't you go by yourself?"
"I'll go on it myself? Then should I go and beat him? Or should I go find and beat him?" Cai Zongming spread his hands.
"Haha, I thought of the joke, a hunter went to fight the bear..." Lou Cheng pressed his mouth, suppressed his smile, and did not continue.
Cai Zongming had a good knowledge of similar jokes, and he didn't need to listen to it to understand his heart. He also trembled, almost laughed, and whispered a "slut."
At this moment, Ji Lan finished walking the stone steps, boarded the ring, and stood opposite Yan Zheke.
Seeing her, Yan Zike suddenly thought about whether he wanted to leave the field now, and give the opportunity to play against Ji Lan to Senior Brother Li Mao to 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 very good situation that the Songda Budo Club's hopes of qualifying were lost.
The thoughts were mixed, and the girl denied this idea again, feeling that the sense of ritual was too strong, not only did not respect the opposite Ji Lan, but also put the pressure on Brother Li Mao, maybe it would be self-defeating.
Let's go with the flow... Yan Zuke sighed silently, seizing the last moments, and continuing to recover his physical condition.
The battle just now did not last long, but the high-intensity duel with the senior ninth position still made her consume a lot. Especially in the process of painstakingly creating opportunities, she was very nervous. Once it was over, Tired is inevitable.
She just let out a sigh of breath, the referee raised her right hand and announced:
"The second round begins!"
When Ji Lan first collected information from the Songda Budo Club, she found that Yan Zike did not participate in the September amateur competition. She suspected that she might have exceeded the level of the first job. She wanted to hit the ninth job in late October. As a result, The opponent did not seem to sign up, which made me feel uncertain about the guess, thinking that I was thinking too much, who knows, she really has the strength of the ninth position, and even defeated the captain Gu Yue in a head-to-head contest. !
The people of Songda Budosha are all monsters!
With a turn of his mind, Ji Lan chose the best game, and flexibly walked around to Yan Zheke's side, sliding closer, and a low kick, which caused the clothes to make a crisp noise.
Yan Zheke swings her right shoulder back, pulls her body to face Ji Lan, pulls out the whip leg along the way, tore the airflow, and makes a sharp sound above the ring.
Boom!
With two blows, Yan Zhe shook his right leg back quickly, borrowing strength, and his fist burst from his waist, slamming straight to Ji Lan's abdomen.
Ji Lan knows the horror of "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes". Once a collision occurs, he immediately retreats with strength, his footwork is light and coordinated, and he does not give his opponent a chance to go down.
Seeing this situation, Yan Zheke bowed his foot, rushed silently, and swiftly chased. The two retreated and the other advanced, and the distance quickly shrank, seeming to be dancing.
During this process, Ji Lan changed directions several times, but how can he be as flexible as Yan Zheke, who can initially control the center of gravity, seeing that he can't get rid of it, he is about to encounter a "face-to-face" attack.
At this moment, she suddenly stopped, so that Yan Zike was not able to "brake", and took a step forward, making the distance between the two parties less than an arm!
With a slap, Ji Lan's right foot was raised high, fast like lightning, and he pushed straight on the opponent's chin.
This movement of her is like the kind of dance that lifts her legs and sticks to her shoulders to stretch the ligaments, but such a fierce and rapid force is not that the ligament fascia and muscles have been trained to a certain degree, it is bound to be Injure oneself, stand unstable.
This leg came suddenly without warning, like an assassin's attack, which immediately thrilled the situation, causing Yan Zheke to secrete a cold sweat in his vest, and he understood that he was a little careless.
Between the sparks and the fire, she used her waist as a fulcrum, leaning back sharply, trying to avoid this dangerous kick.
At the same time, according to her usual practice, she raised her hands to resolve the subsequent killer moves.
Slap! Leg Shadow Xianxian passed Yan Zheke's eyes, and the stirring wind rushed to her face.
One kick failed, Ji Lan exerted strength on his back, pulling on that raised right leg, and doing a menacing "tomahawk slash", pushing between the opponent's chest and abdomen.
Serial kicks!
Yan Zheke half tilted his body, raised his hands and rushed to him in time, one raised his arm and pressed it against the enemy's Achilles tendon, and the other held a weak palm and pushed it to the side.
As soon as the two sides touched, her raised arms went down to relieve her strength, and coupled with the side block, she barely blocked the tomahawk kick.
Just as the classmates in the stands were relieved, Ji Lan took advantage of Yan Zheke's frame to fly into the air, and his left foot flew out and kicked towards the opponent's body.
Three consecutive kicks!
Seeing that Yan Zheke couldn't get up because she couldn't move her leg to block her, and she was in danger, and she straightened her body with a snap of her waist.
In this way, she held Ji Lan's "tomahawk chopping" arm and flipped it back and forth, abruptly shook the opponent out, and threw it to the distance, avoiding the fatal kick.
The three consecutive kicks failed to hit, Ji Lan immediately returned to the fight, legs opened, constantly changing positions, from time to time close to the leg, low kick side kick roundabout kick.
Yan Zheke also sank her mind and saw her move, but she did not give up her previous play style. She chased after the attack as soon as she found an opportunity, but she was more cautious in her mind.
You chased me, sometimes in the fight, she once again locked the enemy, relying on her flexibility to gradually narrow the distance with Ji Lan, and made the opponent unable to escape.
Ji Lan bit his teeth, suddenly jumped up, kicked out with both legs, fast, fierce and fierce!
You are waiting! Yan Zuke had watched Ji Lan's game video and had previous experience. He was prepared for it, his spine bounced suddenly, like a dragon rushing out of its shackles.
She pulled her muscles and flicked her back. She changed her center of gravity abruptly, pulled her body back, and flashed to the side, allowing Ji Lan's volley chain to fly in front of her.
Seizing the opportunity, she stretched out her hands and pushed to the side of the enemy. Ji Lan immediately flew out and staggered down.
The soles of the feet shook, Yan Zheke rushed forward, and when the opponent was not standing still, his right foot pressed to the center line and inserted between the enemy's legs, his body leaned closely, and Ji Lan was completely lost. The center of gravity is lost, and he falls backward.
Yan Zheke grabbed his left hand and pulled the opponent to stand upright, shaking his right arm, slapped his fist, and stopped beside Ji Lan's temple.
"In the second game, Yan Zheke wins!" the referee shouted.
After retracting his hand physically and mentally, Yan Zoke continued to breathe, only to feel that he was exhausted and was approaching the limit.
In the battle just now, she was very dedicated and focused. She didn't think about this issue, just thinking about taking down the opponent before she really couldn't hold it!
Ji Lan glanced at her, sighed in frustration, shook his head, turned and walked towards the stone steps, Fei Sanli touched his bald head, stood up helplessly, and Gu Zhen and Gu Yue's father and son had the same ugly faces , Because according to this posture, my martial arts club may not even be able to see the opponent's main general at the bottom of the town, it would be too shameful!
Before Fei Sanli came to the stage, Yan Zheke waved to the audience on both sides with a sweet smile, and left the ring amidst waves of cheers.
Lou Cheng greeted the past, stretched out his fist, collided with her, and praised sincerely:
"Awesome!"
Beforehand, he thought that classmate Ke Xiaoke would be able to defeat Gu Yue and his merits would be complete. Who knows, she even picked two generals!
Yan Zheke raised her eyebrows and raised her chin: "Worship?"
"Worship, special worship!" Lou Cheng answered with a smile.
He didn't care about Shu Rui, who was recording the game nearby. This reporter comrade should have noticed his relationship with Ke Ke long ago. After all, he almost blocked the intimacy between the two of him.
At this moment, Li Mao has left the seat and walked to the side of the two.
"Come on!" Lou Cheng Yan Zoke knocked his fists separately.
Since Li Mao and Fei Sanli are both new players, there is no problem of regaining their physical strength. The referee greeted the staff and asked them to come on stage to clean up the ground.
Li Mao stood in a clean and empty position, looking at the bald warrior not far away, and he couldn't help but recalled the time when he was very embarrassed.
At that time, I was trembling and nervous. At that time, I was full of self-blame, regret and pain~IndoMTL.com~ I really didn't expect my current situation.
The nervousness hardly affects the game! Even Job Nine is expected!
He closed his eyes, and the relief and instruction of Coach Shi appeared in his mind, the relief and encouragement of Lou Cheng time and time again, and the understanding and support of the members of the special training team of the Budo Club emerged.
Thank you, thank you all!
At the home team seat, Lou Cheng sat down with Yan Zike, who was empty, and looked up at the ring.
"What is Brother Li Mao thinking?" He saw Li Mao closing his eyes and meditating, and said boringly.
Cai Zongming next to him took the initiative to answer: "Probably thanks to the country for thanking the TV station for thanking Songda."
"Don't be such a bullshit, okay." Lou Cheng glanced at him.
"You know it's nonsense? We are not the roundworm in the belly of Brother Li Mao, how can we guess what he is thinking? Your question itself is wrong!" Cai Zongming laughed.
Listening to the two of them talking about a "cross talk", Yan Zike tilted her head to Lou Cheng's ear and said:
"Do you think Brother Li Mao can win?"
"Hopefully, although Brother Li Mao has just started his internal training for more than a month, he is still at the level of a strong career, Fei Sanli is almost as good as the first nine, but he participated in the final product and played high In a few days of intense competition, the state will not be too good. Let's start on June 4th, Brother Li Mao on the fourth." Lou Cheng analyzed.
"It sounds like you want Brother Li Mao to lose?" Yan Zoke opened his eyes and chuckled.
"He lost, so I have a chance to play." Lou Cheng said hey.
Yan Zheke pursed her mouth, looked at him sideways, and said with a smile: "Is it interesting to you to bully a post-fighting prospective nine?"
Lou Cheng thought for a while, covered his face and sighed:
"It's boring..."～～7k～～
(Sikushu)