My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head: 1628 International Martial Arts Committee

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1628 International Wushu Committee

No. 9 came out, a top two.

This is the concept of Qianzhuang ’s boss. The calculation given by the actuary is No. 9 vs Li Yun, let five!

"Let five? Just kidding, that's No. 9! Powerful No. 9!"

The boss of Qianzhuang almost shouted, "Did you see him before defeating Shaolin monk? Is n’t Shaolin the first sect known as China? Let ’s five? I think let ’s say three is enough!" >

"A little more insurance."

The actuary hurriedly explained, "After all, the previous game, Li Yun also performed very well. He defeated Berson, and he has such strength."

"Okay, just do what you say."

Thinking that this China warrior did defeat the powerful Fist King Bosen, the boss's attitude eased a bit.

"No matter what, people have to bet on Li Yun. The higher the audience's expectations of him, the more money I will win when No. 9 wins!"

"Boss, 62% of the money is invested in arrived Li Yun."

under the hand | subordinate report.

"Very good! It seems that everyone has high expectations for Li Yun!"

The boss of Qianzhuang is very satisfied, "This time I can not only return the capital, but also make double the profit! No one can win the powerful No. 9! No one!"

"You are right!"

The actuary slapped his ass.

And on TV, the Li Yun player has already come to the arrived ring.

It was No. 9 in a black-gold combat suit standing opposite him.

"You feel familiar to me ..."

No. 9 looked at Li Fan, and eyes was a little skeptical, "You look like someone I have seen."

"How come, I am just a normal China Martial Artist."

Li Fan disguised his identity, "However, you seem to have misunderstood our China martial arts. Today I can take this opportunity to let you know my China martial arts again."

As he said, he stretched out his hands and put on a posture, "Although I am in Martial Hero Sect, I had the honour to practice a set of Seven Heroic Fists at Seven Heroes Sect before, please enlighten me."

"China martial arts, fancy but impractical skills."

No. 9 did not hesitate to ridicule, "I have also encountered a so-called powerful China Martial Artist, known as the strongest China. As a result, he fell below my fist. If anyone of you China really makes me look at it, At most, that's what Martial Emperor, his energy is very strong. "

"Since that is the case, let me ask you for advice."

Li Fan said, waving at No. 9, "Martial Hero Sect Li Yun, please advise."

"The game has not started yet, the two players are already struggling!"

Host continues to stir up the atmosphere, "Commander Jiang, which one do you like in this game?"

"These two ... are very strong."

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "How about the combat effectiveness of the Martial Hero Sect people, I think everyone looks at arrived. And this Hero No. 9 from American Empire, his strength is also not to be underestimated. To be honest, I wo n’t be the one who wins. Care, I am more concerned about how exciting this contest will be. "

"Since Commander Jiang has said so, let us wait and see!"

The No. 9 and Li Yun games, No. 9 needless to say, are extremely popular. The Li Yun also defeated the powerful Fist King Berson in the previous competition! The battle between the two of them should be very enjoyable!

"Come on, let you take action first."

No. 9 stood with his arms in his arms, as if he did n’t care much about Li Fan.

"Okay, I ’m welcome."

Li Fan said, under the foot, the whole person suddenly appeared in front of No. 9. No. 9 doesn't care at all, China Martial Artist is fast, but what's the use?

"Fierce Black Tiger Climb the Mountain!"

Three consecutive Li Fan strokes hit No. 9 on the chest, chin, and finally clasped on his head.

"Bang!"

Li Fan pressed No. 9's head to the ground, and overwhelmed No. 9's body, and the whole buckled into the ground!

As No. 9's head was smashed into the ground, Host marveled.

"No. 9 was actually smashed into the ground! Is he going to lose?"

"I don't think it's that easy."

Jiang Feng is more like an excellent commentary, "In terms of No. 9's physical strength, this attack should be just a greeting for him."

As soon as Jiang Feng was finished, No. 9 had stood up from the ground, and at the same time, just like everyone, patting the dust on his body.

"Is that the case?"

No. 9 asked coldly.

"What is urgent."

Li Fan is not too surprised, "I just used it for a while, now I try it with 50%?"

"How about letting you hit three palms."

No. 9 is very arrogant, "Come on."

"Okay."

Li Fan stepped forward again, this time with a straight palm, printed on the chest of No. 9.

"Dragon Spits the Pearl!"

The voice of Li Fan dropped, and a powerful force exploded from behind No. 9! No. 9 bent over and slid half a meter back, but still stabilized his body.

"Another trick."

Li Fan put his hands in his pockets and looked at No. 9 with a smile, "Next time ... Um, use 80%, how?"

"What about 100%?"

No. 9 coldly snorted, "You China Martial Artist's attack, nothing more!"

"Yes, then you use 100%."

Li Fan is so good, "You must resist, don't be killed, it will not be fun."

The Li Fan stepped forward and raised a powerful inner-force in the palm of his hand, and shot directly towards No. 9!

"Ape King's Cannon!"

No. 9's brow suddenly wrinkled, and the palm of Li Fan has fallen firmly on him!

"Boom!"

The body of this No. 9 turned into a cannonball and flew out directly, heavily smashed into the distance!

Finally with a bang, No. 9 was embedded in the wall of the elevated platform. Fortunately, it didn't land, and it's not calculated outside the ring.

Yin red appeared in the corner of No. 9's mouth, he was injured! His eyes closed, and he seemed to pass out.

"No. 9 is injured? How is it possible! Something must have gone wrong!"

The boss of Qianzhuang could n’t sit still, he shouted, "Let people check the Li Yun! Did he take any contraband! By the way, they like to use contraband for Chinese, and Li Yun must not The exception! "

Li Fan looked at No. 9 embedded in the wall and was about to continue attack. At this time, Host said loudly.

"Sorry ... I received a notice from the arrived International Martial Arts Committee here. They suspected that the Li Yun player used a contraband and would have to perform a urine test on him."

"Crap!"

An elder in a gray robe Heavenly Martial Pavilion standing next to him finally could n’t help it. He yelled, “What a **** international martial arts committee, they count as farts! When will it be our China martial arts competition to be their hands! What's more, Martial Artist has Martial Artist's honor, and will not use any contraband! "

"Yes, let them get out!"

"What international martial arts committee has never heard of it!"