Five boxing masters...are popping up like mushrooms after a rain. Is the Feng Xiang Sect about to rise due to bad luck? Why are there so many geniuses? Now even if a boxing master suddenly appears from the ordinary elite disciples of Feng Xiang Sect, they will believe it!
One sentence is correct. If there are no accidents, Feng Xiang Sect, which has mastered a large area of Lyxium grass field, will definitely rise.
It is only a matter of time before it becomes a second-rate secret martial arts sect.
However, a team of five boxers has nothing to do with this, but a lot of chance collisions. Maybe Feng Xiang Sect will not be able to assemble such a luxurious team for several generations after it rises to become a second-rate secret martial arts sect. This depends on luck.
"The Feng Xiangmen is bound to win this time in the Beiliu County Exchange Competition! With five monsters that have exceeded the limits of the human body, there is no suspense."
"I'm afraid we have to put the three boxing masters of Ming Shui Dao and the two boxing masters of Jinyan Fist together to form a team to be qualified to compete with the Feng Xiang Sect's team. Otherwise, the gap will be too big..."
"Have you noticed? The youngest fifth core of the Feng Xiang Sect is only eighteen years old this year! It's so perverted, it breaks the limits of the human body. Even more perverted than that little girl from Ming Shuidao."
"Yes, it's not just that. The third child, Lanxi, and the fourth child, Moses, are not over twenty-five years old. They are really young. In comparison, I am a waste. Damn it, at twenty-nine, even my sect I haven’t even reached the first level of Xiaocheng in Miwu.”
"..."
For a time, the entire competition venue was buzzing with people, all kinds of people speaking all kinds of things. Most of them expressed envy and shock. The Feng Xiang Sect was very dazzling at this moment.
On the other side of the arena, many elite disciples from the Feng Xiang Sect raised their heads and chests, looking proud.
Even many old boxers who led the team were smiling and talking to their old friends from other schools nearby, with a very proud look on their faces, which probably meant: "Did you see it? This is my genius disciple of the Feng Xiang Sect! This is Our Fengxiang Sect!”
At the same time, the three elders who accompanied the game looked at the core disciple resting area with confused expressions. They didn't understand what was going on. Aren't there just two boxing masters in our team?
Why do boxers suddenly appear like gophers one by one? First it was Levi, then Moses, and finally Lan Xi...
The elders are simply confused. Will there be a few boxing masters among the elite disciples by then? When did our Feng Xiang Sect become a second-rate top sect?
"Okay! Igor, your Wind Elephant Sect is actually hidden so deep! There are five boxing masters in one team, so they are really good at cultivating disciples!" A bald old man wearing a blue fighting uniform laughed. Said, he is the seventh elder of Ming Shui Dao.
"Um...yes, it's up to those boys to do their best." Although the gray-haired Igor, the third elder of Fengxiang Sect, was also very happy, he was in a bit of a daze and couldn't come to his senses.
"You're too modest. Being awesome means being awesome. There's nothing to shirk. I, Ming Shuidao, am also very envious. Why don't we see when we have time to exchange teaching experiences between sects?"
The bald old man patted Igor on the back very enthusiastically.
I'm telling the truth! It is indeed those boys who worked hard on their own. In fact, as an elder, I am still confused.
Igor complained silently in his heart, but he couldn't say it with his mouth, so he could only nod: "There is time... there is time..."
"Huh, it's just bad luck." A sour voice from the side cut in. Igor turned around and saw that it was indeed an elder from Heiheliu wearing black clothes.
He was not happy at that time, he was confused and he was humble, and he was humble. But when you talk about these worthy disciples of our Feng Xiang Sect, you describe their efforts as luck. I, Igor, am definitely the first to disagree! He fought back on the spot.
"Hey! Who is talking about sour grapes? It turns out it's Elder Daley who was picked through by my Feng Xiang Sect disciples and beaten from the Black Crane Style to the Black Chicken Style."
"I wonder if your eldest disciple Mendy has woken up now? Oh, by the way, there is also Samir who was beaten to the ground."
Igor directly dealt a severe blow, bringing the fact of victory and defeat that had just ended back to his eyes. When Daley heard this, his face turned red with anger. For a warrior, victory or defeat is the purest and most convincing thing. When they have conflicts, they don't always quarrel, but fight. The one who wins makes more sense.
The fist is always bigger than the mouth!
But Daley, who had lost face, still insisted on speaking his mind.
"Well, that's just bad luck on your part."
"Yes, yes, five to two points of shit luck."
"I told you, that's bullshit luck!"
"Yes, that's five to two."
"Shit luck..."
"Five to two..."
In the end, Dai Li's face turned blue and white from being choked.
He could only curse Feng Xiangmen for failing in the next game!
But the reality is exactly the opposite of what Daley wants.
The Feng Xiang Sect is advancing with great success, with great momentum all the way.
In the points race, there was no opponent of the Feng Xiangmen Yihe with full firepower. Jin Yan Quan and Ming Shui Dao were defeated one after another with scores of 5 to 2, 5 to 3, not to mention the remaining ones.
In the individual competition, Feng Xiangmen also achieved remarkable results. After all, they have five boxing masters, and the base number alone is twice that of other major schools. In the end, Haig ranked second in the individual competition, Jadis was fourth, Moses was eighth, Kaxiu was ninth, and Lanxi was tenth. The points obtained are the most.
The combination of the two, coupled with the not bad results of ordinary elite disciples, made Feng Xiang Sect directly reach the top spot.
Ming Shuidou, who was better in the past, was suppressed.
On the sixth day of the competition, Veron, the leader of Fengxiang Sect who had been busy, rushed to the competition venue. He was immediately stunned by the enthusiastic gestures of other sects, and a lot of words of praise for the core disciples of Feng Xiang Sect came one after another.
Some say that they are extremely talented, some say that the Feng Xiang Sect has unparalleled luck, and some say that the Feng Xiang Sect has rich teaching experience.
In short, there were a lot of words that Veron didn't understand.
He understands that luck is against the heavens. Could it be that the origin of orchid grass that had been hidden for half a year was finally exposed and known to others?
In the end, Veron managed to escape by going to the toilet, and after questioning Elder Igor carefully, he finally understood the whole story.
Well, those disgusting compliments are not exaggerated at all!
My wind element is truly unlucky, and the wind element is in great demand!
So at the banquet that night, Veron honestly became the protagonist of the banquet, constantly pushing glasses with others.
He looked like a scheming sect leader who had already anticipated this.
The elders of other sects saw that he was so calm and believed that this was the reason why Feng Xiang Sect's teaching experience was unmatched. They immediately came forward and asked for exchanges and studies, and Beiron agreed to them all. This was a good opportunity to improve the status of the sect.
At the same time, the residence of the core disciples of Fengxiang Sect.
A small birthday party with only six people unfolded.
The protagonist tonight is... Lisha.
