Martial Arts Master Chapter 121: Of course qualify

Fighting with the flying ability is very interesting... Qu Hui lay on the ground, looking up at Lou Cheng, repeating what he just said blankly, forgetting that the coldness of his body has disappeared, and forgot to stand up and stand up. , I forgot the demeanor that I always attached great importance to.

The reason why he played with me for so long was because he was experiencing and enjoying his unique experience against flying power?

Boom boom boom! Qu Hui's heart swelled and contracted, bursting out hot blood, dissipating the remaining ice and cold, but he did not feel any warmth because of this. Instead, he felt as if he had sunk in a ten thousand year ice cave, deeply feeling the darkness and darkness around him. Depressed and cold.

Is this what despair feels like?

Is the gap between me and Lou Cheng so big?

Even in the face of his unhealed internal injury, I can only be killed by a spike?

Those who used to feel good about themselves have become ridicules and slaps...

Hehe, how can pie fall in the sky!

Lou Cheng didn't say much, he arched his hands, turned his body, and walked towards the stone steps.

To be honest, Qu Hui does have seventh-rank combat power. It would be more troublesome to switch to other weak sixth-ranks with unhealed internal injuries to deal with him. If he doesn’t pay attention, he will capsize in the gutter, but his own Juxue just restrained him, so that he could complete a spike, just like fighting a warrior who had just entered the Dan realm without abilities.

For example, although the ice mirror cannot observe the operation of the power, but Qu Hui does not rashly bump into it directly, he will still make moves and kicks, and has a prelude. This makes it easier for him to "pre-control" and respond in advance. His bizarre change of direction has almost no effect. Similarly, the long-range attack ability of the "Bing Zi Jue" within a certain range just solves the problem of how to hit him, and Qu Hui has no corresponding secret defenses, and his spirit is not strong. To be able to resist a little bit like a seventh-rank martial artist, the result is naturally self-evident.

In other words, with the same seventh-rank combat strength, it will be much harder to fight the normal seventh-rank pill stage than Qu Hui in his current state.

Of course, the rules of the arena also restrict the opponent's performance. If weapons can be used to give Qu Hui flying in the air a bow, a crossbow or a thermal weapon, then things will be completely different.

Looking at Lou Cheng leaving the ring and walking towards the seats, the surrounding audience fell silent, the sky's boos had long since disappeared, and only the remaining sound was still reverberating.

Hushing at this time, it's more like shushing yourself!

Along the road, back to the beginning, Lou Cheng saw Yan Zhe greeted him, smiled and made a fist and shouted:

"Orange, you played really well! You are really good!"

She was responding to the previous "fighting great" and "fighting great" stalks.

With a tacit smile, Lou Cheng's mood became more and more happy. After touching his fist with the girl, he claps with Lin Que, Li Mao, Cai Zongming and others. Everyone is quite happy.

Haiyuan is weaker than Sanjiang, passing the current level means that the door to the national competition is near!

"I really want to celebrate, but reason tells me that I can't be overwhelmed and can't despise Haiyuan." Sun Jian said with a smile.

"Just understand! Keep a low profile and build up your character!" Lin Hua glared at him.

As everyone talked and laughed, Old Man Shi waved his hand: "Go back to the locker room first. Are you embarrassed to celebrate in front of so many sad classmates?"

"Sorry!" Cai Zongming answered without hesitation.

That being said, he still followed behind the army and entered the locker room in the depressive atmosphere that filled the audience.

Well, I am embarrassed to celebrate, but I am even more afraid of angering the students who are still in the impulsive age. They are surrounded by thousands of people and trampled on...

Yan Xiaoling in the stands is like an abandoned quail. She wants to cry without tears for a while, but she has to look left and right to celebrate, trembling under her somber faces.

"Hey!" She sighed deliberately, pulling Mu Jinnian's head down, pretending to be sad.

Don't hit me, you guys!

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January 5th, 3:45 pm, Haiyuan College Martial Arts Stadium.

Lou Cheng watched the fierce battle on the ring, tilted his head to Yan Zike's ear, lowered his voice and laughed:

"Your brother doesn't plan to let me play today."

Yan Zheke gave him a white look: "Isn't it enough for my brother to leave you the complete Qu Hui in the last game?"

In the game against Haiyuan Academy, it was Sun Jian’s turn to be the vanguard. As a result, he still failed to encounter a good thing. At the beginning, he encountered the opponent's main player, Cheng Du Jinsha, who had the ability of Dan realm. He was easily killed in seconds. Exercising what he learned, after three minutes of fierce battle, he defeated the opponent with the "death" combo once again.

In the next two rounds, he faced different ranks of nine martial artists. First, he took advantage of one of the pill realms that seized the opportunity, and now he fought hard with a tired body.

While Lou Cheng and Yan Zoke talked to each other, Lin Que used his center of gravity to find the flaws of his opponent, and his arms were swayed quickly, blasting out a "Meteor Force".

Boom!

Lu Yaqian's blood rolled and rushed straight into her throat, her internal organs also seemed to be trembling violently with the muscles and fascia, her arm wanted to exert strength, but she couldn't lift it up, and watched her fist hovering. Next to his temple.

The referee raised his right hand and encouraged the voice of Dantian:

"In the fourth game, Lin missed the victory!"

"The final result, Songda Budosha wins!"

Lin Que retracted his fist, gasped for breath, the sweat on his forehead fell drop by drop, and a flash of joy flashed in his tired eyes.

Lou Cheng and the others leaped up together, high-five each other with smiles, as if saying "Happy New Year" to each other during the Spring Festival.

The national competition, we finally come!

They don't have the excitement and ecstasy after the hard fight, but they have a somewhat more natural sense of certainty.

Back to Songcheng and entering the campus, Cai Zongming suddenly smiled and suggested:

"Would you like to have a dinner together? Celebrate?"

Matsudai Budosha, which has not entered the national competition for many years, does have reason to celebrate!

"Okay, where to go?" Lou Cheng immediately agreed.

After answering, he remembered that it was not himself who was in charge, and he quickly turned to his master.

"Go, go, you must celebrate when you are all qualified. Don't forget to order me a few bottles of good wine for the old man and pay the bill from the martial arts club." Old Shi agreed with a smile.

Everyone cheered and began to discuss where to go to have a dinner. Finally, Xiao Ming made a final word:

"Go to the food stalls, the grades are a bit lower, but you are comfortable and you can celebrate."

After inviting Shu Yu and her filming team, the Budo Club and her team went to a food stall near the old campus, found a spacious location, ordered barbecue and dry pot goose lips and other things, and a table was full.

Opened a bottle of wine for Old Man Shi, Lou Cheng and the others poured their juices, raised their glasses, and touched each other's glasses as recorded by the camera, shouting out the emotions in their hearts in unison:

"National competition! National competition!"

The voice is loud and youthful.

Seeing this scene, Shu Yu couldn't help but think back to the good life in college, feeling sad and sighing for a while.

I really want to be reborn and go back to the day when I first entered the school, to savor and enjoy every bit of the past.

Once you graduate, everyone will go back and forth, and many of the past and many friendships will never go back.

In the wanton celebration, the noisy Lou Cheng and others caused dissatisfaction at the side table. A young man with a tattoo on his arm came over and shouted:

"What is noisy!"

"Sorry, we will pay attention." Lou Cheng's face blushed, and he quickly apologized, feeling that he and others seemed to have broken public morals.

The young man looked around and sneered:

"Just pay attention?"

At their table, seven or eight men stood up together.

The corner of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched:

"So?"

He flicked his wrist and threw out a group of crimson flames, causing it to explode in front of the tattooed young man, soaring upward, illuminating the opponent's face.

...The young man with tattoos was stupid there, neither entering nor retreating, until his companion came tremblingly, pretending to be muddled, and helped him back.

Lou Cheng ignored the startled gazes around him, retracted his hand, sat down again, picked up a bunch of beef, and bite.

We don’t cause trouble, but we are not afraid of trouble!

"Orange, isn't this your style?" Yan Zheke turned her head close with a smile, and whispered.

"Why doesn't it look like?" Lou Cheng asked, amused.

Yan Zheke's eyes turned upward, her teeth bite, and she smiled and said: "I thought you would step on the cracked concrete floor in a relatively low-key manner to scare him back, but you directly used the flame ability to demonstrate, um , It’s too ostentatious, unlike your style~!"

"Ke Xiaoke, who knows me, actually, what I first considered was to step on the concrete floor quietly, which was relatively reserved and low-key, but after serious consideration, I gave up this idea." Lou Cheng sighed. Scream.

Yan Zheke blinked and asked curiously: "Why?"

Lou Cheng replied sadly: "You will be fined if you step on the cracked concrete floor!"

Once I was bitten by a snake for ten years, I was afraid of the rope!

Puff! Yan Zuke turned her head and trembled, smiling almost ashamed.

The dinner party lasted until more than eight o'clock in the evening. Everyone was full and drank. Finally, they raised their cups and shouted again:

"National competition! National competition!"

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In the following days~IndoMTL.com~Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke entered a busy exam season, reviewing exams, reviewing exams, and coupling.

By the 16th of January, before they had their last exam, another thing started on time.

That is the lottery ceremony for the finals of the National University Budo Club!

Eight divisions, 16 martial arts teams, will fight in groups!

In the office of Songda Budo Club, a group of people gathered again, turned on the computer, connected to the Internet, and waited for the start of the live broadcast.

Shu Wei also came here, faithfully recording the most primitive reaction.

In her opinion, Songda is currently only a step behind the mountain, half way behind the Imperial Capital, and the same level as Huahai Guangnan. They belong to a strong team capable of attacking the top four, but they have no historical results and cannot become seeds. The specific results depend to a large extent on the results of the draw, after all, there are tough bones in those other teams.