Winning... winning is impossible to really win. You can only use some tricks to draw the opponent, barely perform the teacher's stunts, and at the same time low-key announce your existence in the town.
Wu Wan waved to Jin Wei. One moment he was smiling, and the next he straightened up his handsome face that had been exposed to the wind and sun for half a year and had lost all its charm. He stood on the right side of the ring with his head held high.
Since ancient times, you have lost to the left side of the wave!
"Junior brother, don't be too nervous," Dong Peng said loudly, "Who will win this beast's blood!"
Behind the gate of the General's Mansion, several young people pushed each other, and finally four or five hands pushed the thinnest one out.
Dong Peng frowned when he saw this, but still showed a gentle smile.
"Please come on stage!"
"Me, me?"
The young man turned his head and glared at the few people behind the door, but after all, he was still at a competitive age and did not want to be embarrassed in front of so many people. He immediately raised his hand and stepped forward.
After the two announced their names and stood facing each other, Dong Peng said "It's over as soon as it's called" and turned around and retreated under the ring.
Hundreds of townspeople fell silent at this moment, staring longingly at the two young men on the stage.
In fact, they know it well. The truly outstanding young people have already gone to those big cities to become apprentices. Who would stay in this remote country without any problems? The children of the martial arts masters in the town have long been sent away through connections.
As long as these two kids don't fight like normal people, they'll be fine.
"please!"
Wu Wang cupped his hands and shouted softly. He drew back his left leg and put his hands into a rough starting position with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
'Can't win, can't lose. '
The young man was also inspired to fight. At this moment, he clasped his hands in his fists, raised one foot and raised his hands flat. He shook his head suddenly, his long hair shook slightly, his eyes were bright, and he made a strange cry in his mouth, which sounded like a white crane. Ming.
"Wow!"
There is a spiritual energy swaying around this person.
Wu Wan's eyes lit up. Although this spiritual energy had neither quality nor quantity, it did exist.
This is a practitioner!
Wu Wan lunged forward, preparing to throw a straight punch without any fancy, and let the opponent have a fist-to-punch contest with him!
The eyes of the young man opposite burst out with sharp light, he bent his legs, jumped, and jumped half a foot away with lightning speed. His eyes were filled with light, and he let out a strange cry:
"Wow!"
'Choose to avoid my edge? '
Wu Wan opened his posture again and waited for two breaths. When he saw that the opponent had integrated with the moves, he secretly praised him in his heart. He leaned forward, exerted force with his feet, and punched forward towards the opponent!
The young man opposite him bent his legs, jumped, and moved with lightning speed...
"Wow!"
Wu Wan clenched his fist and charged forward.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
"Wow……"
With a slight snort, Wu Wan stood still in the middle of the ring, raised his left foot and dropped it slightly. The two wooden boards building up the ring trembled at the same time. The wooden board under the "Wow" young man's foot suddenly exploded, catching the opponent by surprise. Below, the single leg supporting the body immediately fell into the ring.
Wu Wang rushed forward, and the young man opened his hands almost subconsciously, and a slightly panicked sound came from his mouth...
"Wow...it's stuck! My leg is stuck!"
Two middle-aged men jumped up quickly.
Wu Wangong handed over his hands, walked calmly to the corner of the ring and stood there, with mixed feelings in his heart. For a moment, he felt that his life was full of absurdity.
These young practitioners in the town of love are not practicing martial arts for fighting, but the kind of martial arts performed by the two middle-aged martial arts masters before.
How come this is a tie? Even if the opponent fights against you, you won't fight against yourself.
Dong Peng jumped onto the ring and shouted again: "There is something wrong with the ring this time. It's a draw. Who's next?"
Who among those young people in the back dares to step in?
They all saw Wu Wang's stomp just now. They helped build this arena. How could they not know that the wooden boards of the arena exploded just now and it was Wu Wang who did it!
Wouldn't it be nice for them to go and find this kind of opponent? Just hide if you can.
Dong Peng frowned and shouted: "But there is still..."
Suddenly I heard a chuckle from the outside of the crowd, and a female voice said: "This remote place is a remote place. Bidoudu is so perfunctory, thinking that he can have fun watching it."
The townspeople turned around and saw three figures standing or squatting on a roof.
The speaker was the woman standing on the eaves.
She looks to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pretty face and a hot figure. She is wearing a short skirt and top, and the hem of the skirt can only cover her buttocks. It can be seen at a glance that her legs are quite strong, but they do not give people the slightest hint of strength. feel.
At this moment, she was crossing her arms, her face was full of arrogance, and there was a bit of a sneer at the corner of her mouth.
Next to the woman squatted a thin young man. At this moment, the young man was staring at Wu Wan, his expression seemed to be thinking.
Behind the young man and woman is a middle-aged woman, wearing a light red armor, with two short blades hanging on her waist and a long gun on her back.
The woman watched this scene with a smile, but did not speak.
The woman in the short skirt said: "If I win this little brother, will you give me the beast's blood?"
Dong Peng said warmly: "I gave it to you."
"Okay, I'll do it!"
"Sister, you are no match for him."
The squatting young man whispered something and slowly stood up. His originally calm gaze was like a knife scraping at Wu Wan. He said, "Let me win back the beast's blood for you."
The woman in the short skirt blinked and smiled foolishly, her face was inexplicably red, and her long and toned legs were rubbing together, making her look extremely shy.
The corner of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, he jumped up a few times, and landed on the ring three times out of thin air.
The girl on the eaves said tremblingly: "Junior brother really likes me, junior brother, oh, junior brother..."
The middle-aged woman took two steps forward with a dark face, pulled the girl back, threw her to the roof behind, and stared at the ring calmly.
"Mo Feng."
The young man who showed off his superb physical skills when he appeared on the stage greeted Wu Wan with fists in his hands and his voice was clear and calm.
Wu Wangong cupped his hands: "Qingshan."
"I know you," Mo Feng's chin raised slightly.
Just as Wu Wan was about to speak, the thin young man in front of him suddenly rushed forward, his feet shaking continuously, and two afterimages of his body were pulled out from the left and right, and he punched and slapped Wu Wan at the same time.
There is wind in the fist and light in the palm.
This guy is already a martial artist at a young age!
Seeing that Hunter was happy, Wu Wan's body responded subconsciously and he immediately had to confront him head-on.
'Only one martial skill can be used. '
The teacher's words passed through his heart, and Wu Wan's momentum changed. He reached down with his toes and leaned back, starting to move backwards. The muscles in his chest and abdomen tightened at the same time.
Mo Feng's fists and palms were all feints, his legs turned sharply forward, his left foot reached directly towards Wu Wan's right knee, and his right fist's index finger reached forward, aiming accurately at Wu Wan's neck!
In the midst of lightning and flint, Wu Wang pushed his palm on Mo Feng's elbow, turned around, and passed Mo Feng back to back.
At this moment, Wu Wan had a chance to win directly, which was to use his hip muscles to collide with the opponent to unbalance the opponent's center of gravity, and then immediately turn around and attack.
But he finally endured it.
First, this is an arena competition, and winning or losing has nothing to do with life or death.
Secondly, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven should also pay attention to the degree of social death when his identity is exposed in the future.
You won by sticking your butt out. It’s really not nice to hear about this.
The two quickly opened up their postures. After a trial, Wu Huan had initially grasped Mo Feng's strength and began to calculate how to achieve a draw.
However, Mo Feng seemed to be ignited with fighting spirit, and he attacked Wu Wan with horizontal kicks and flying kicks, showing off his leg skills.
Wu Huan moved around, passing by Mo Feng again and again. It seemed extremely dangerous, but in fact, he avoided the collision with Mo Feng every time and remained unscathed.
The townspeople below cheered and cheered endlessly.
The expression is very similar to [this young man, shit, this young man].
The eyelids of the martial arts masters were twitching wildly, fearing that after the two young men finished fighting, they would still challenge them to a higher level.
The facial features are wrinkled into [subway, old man, mobile phone].
But at the back of the crowd, Aunt Qing and Uncle Shan subconsciously held each other's arms, their eyes filled with nervousness, as if they were afraid that Wu Wan would be hurt.
Little Jinwei, who was sitting on Aunt Qing's shoulder, held her breath. She grabbed her side twice with her little hands, subconsciously trying to grab something to make her sit more stable, but she couldn't catch even a hair on Uncle Shan's head... …
So, a 'fierce fight' moment.
Mo Feng suddenly stopped his offensive, frowned and looked at Wu Wan, with a slight sweat on his forehead.
Wu Wan looked at Mo Feng with a smile, but his expression remained unchanged and he was breathless.
"Your footwork is far superior to mine," Mo Feng said calmly, "I should have given in, but you just gave in and made me a little unhappy. You punch me head-on. No matter whether you win or lose, I want to see your fist. "
"good."
Wu Wan agreed, but he didn't expect Mo Feng to be so direct.
Out of respect for the opponent in front of him, Wu Wan inhaled gently, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly began to accelerate.
At this moment, his appearance seemed to have changed in the eyes of Mo Feng and the townspeople.
Several martial arts masters near the ring were in a trance, as if they could see wisps of black energy appearing around the young man named Qingshan. At this moment, the entire world was only black, white and gray, and Qingshan's face was blurred, and the entire world was covered with black energy. The figure seems to blend with the shadow.
It seemed that as soon as he moved, the earth would collapse.
It seems that he is a king who has dominated a world and is dissatisfied with the existence of other living beings at this moment.
Potential!
Opposite Wu Wan, Mo Feng's eyes widened, and veins popped out of his forehead. The strength in his body was constantly gathering, but his fists were trembling slightly.
Mo Feng was bearing the power of the peer opposite him, and at this moment, his patience had almost reached its peak, and it was time to make a decision between retreating or advancing.
Mo Feng suddenly rushed forward, clenched his fists without any fancy, and yelled meaninglessly, as if he was venting something, and his handsome face turned a little ferocious.
Wu Wan moved almost at the same time, and that movement turned into a punch he punched forward, colliding head-on with Mo Feng's fist.
boom!
The muffled sound shook everywhere, and the spiritual energy rippled out in all directions.
This solid fist fight made the eyes of those ordinary people who didn't understand it twitch slightly, and they only felt that one of their fists was about to break.
At this moment, crackling sounds were heard from all over the arena, and the wooden frames on all sides collapsed at the same time. Wu Huan seemed to have been prepared, and fell steadily downwards. By the way, he grabbed Mo Feng's wrist and pulled the opponent in front of him. .
Mo Feng's eyes were filled with shock, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.
Nothing unusual.
It was as if he had been hit on a ball of cotton wool just now, and the force of the collision seemed to have been absorbed by the opponent's punch, and this force was inexplicably transmitted to the ring at his feet.
How did you do it?
Even if there is a clever method of transforming force, how can you remove all his strength when making a punch...
"how did you do that?"
Mo Feng held Wu Wan's arm with his backhand and asked with a glare: "You just now!"
"It's okay you guys!"
A group of people gathered around, looking at the two people in front of them with concern.
"Use spiritual power."
Wu Wan smiled and replied these three words, his arm shook, and Mo Feng couldn't hold his hand immediately. He subconsciously took half a step back, and could only watch Wu Wan jump into the crowd and disappear.
"draw!"
Dong Peng shouted these two words with a smile, but Mo Feng still couldn't come to his senses.
Mo Feng clearly remembered the few words his master said in his ear on the way here...
'Why, you have won the first place in your martial arts school's annual competition, and you think it's enough for you to reach the sixth level of martial arts at your age?
This time, Master will take you to see your master. Hearing that your cultivation has improved rapidly, your master calls you over to give you some advice.
Your master has recently accepted a young apprentice, your junior uncle. He has been practicing for half a year and his strength has increased rapidly. I want you to go there this time to let you know that there is a world outside the world and there are people outside the world. '
"Mo Feng, where are you injured?"
The master's voice came from the side, and Mo Feng, who was in a trance, gradually came back to his senses and shook his head with a dull expression.
"Master, that's my little..."
"Junior brother!"
The fragrant wind blew towards his face, and the cry-like shouts gave Mo Feng goosebumps all over his body.
Before he could dodge, he was hugged by the senior sister who rushed from beside him, and he was shaken hard. The soft elasticity transmitted through the thin fabric made Mo Feng subconsciously want to break away from the senior sister's arms.
Really careless.
…
"What? Is this our uncle?"
Half an hour later, at Qiu's hometown.
The courtyard was quite lively. Qiu Lao sat in his wooden chair with a smile and looked at the three young people in front of him.
Behind Mr. Qiu, there was another figure beside Senior Sister Qiuli and Senior Brother Dongpeng. Naturally, it was the middle-aged woman wearing battle armor and carrying a spear, Chun Luan.
In front of Qiu Lao, Wu Wanglao stood aside honestly, wearing short clothes and leggings, looking a little reserved.
Next to Wu Wan were two disciples of Chun Luan. The one who had fought with Wu Wan was named Mo Feng. He was a 19-year-old sixth-grade martial artist and a well-known 'Martial Arts Prodigy'. He had a distinguished family background and had been a disciple since he was a child. Spring Luan.
The hot girl holding Mo Feng's arm at the moment is named Fu'er, a first-level martial artist, and a childhood sweetheart who grew up with Mo Feng.
It seems that the two of them will continue to grow up together in the future.
Chun Luan had a straight face and said seriously: "You two still don't call me? Don't be disrespectful!"
Mo Feng bowed his head in salute to Wu Wang and said seriously: "Disciple pays homage to Master Qingshan."
"That's so polite," Wu smiled and returned the courtesy.
Fu'er looked Wu Wan up and down and wondered, "Are you older than me?"
Wu smiled and said nothing.
Just when Fu'er wanted to regain some ground for her precious junior brother, Chunluan said with a dark face: "I'll spank you for that nonsense!"
"Hmph, my junior uncle is just my junior uncle. He even beat my junior brother before."
"Senior Sister," Mo Feng whispered, "Uncle Senior was asking me to recognize my identity before, and in the end he shattered the arena with his skillful strength to take care of my face.
It's really rude of you to say that. "
Fu'er blinked, and her attitude towards Wu Wan immediately changed, and she bowed her hands honestly: "Well, I have met my junior uncle."
Wu Wang:......
I still have to add a small print.
"You don't need to be polite, nephew," Wu Wan smiled and cupped his hands, "I have just started practicing practice not long ago, and I don't have much accumulation yet, so I can't give you two a greeting gift."
Mo Feng asked: "Uncle, you have only practiced for half a year?"
"Um."
"Uncle Master, how did you do that move just now?" Mo Feng asked, "I have also practiced the method of using spiritual power to transform energy, but I always feel that it is not very useful and it can easily cause spiritual power to rush in."
"You have to think of your spiritual power as a whole," Wu Wang said. "The circulation of spiritual power throughout the body is connected in a continuous way. The key to transforming spiritual power into strength is not to think of spiritual power as a river, but as a river. Think of it as a lake and a swamp, and use the tides of the swamp to respond to the rise and fall of strength."
Mo Feng was thoughtful.
The three senior brothers and sisters on the side also looked thoughtful.
Qiu Lao smiled and said, "Are you going to start teaching now?"
"Disciples don't dare."
"Okay," Qiu Lao's eyes were full of emotion, "I, a closed disciple, received it. It is truly blessed by the God of War and has an incredible understanding...Chun Luan?"
"The disciple is here!"
"The main purpose of calling you back this time is to let you compete with your junior brother and tell him about the outside world."
Qiu Lao said warmly:
"Among my disciples, you are the most stable right now. Qiuli and Dongpeng are both injured and unable to display the full power of the martial arts warriors.
The most important thing for young people to avoid in spiritual practice is to be restless and impetuous. You can help your teacher to suppress the green hills.
It just so happens that my master is going to teach Qingshan Collapse Cloud Power tomorrow, so I'll let you two disciples watch from the side. "
"yes!"
Chun Luan's face was full of joy: "You two, why don't you thank Master!"
Mo Feng's eyes were full of fire and he bowed deeply to Mr. Qiu;
Fu'er is also quite honest, and is pretty good at respecting teachers and teaching.
Chun Luan looked at Wu Wan and said with a smile: "What state is my junior brother in now?"
"First-grade martial artist," Wu Huan clenched his fist slightly, shook his fist to the side, and punched out a faint shadow of his fist.
"Half a year?"
Chun Luan asked back.
"Well," Wu Wan added, "I have been struggling since I was a child."
Cluck, cluck...
Chun Luan pressed her palms, cracking her knuckles, with a bright smile on her lips, but there were layers of blood-red aura surrounding her.
"Wizards? My senior sister's favorite thing is to beat wizards. Tsk tsk, I will use almost the strength of a third-level martial artist to show you all your strength!"
"Sister!"
Qiuli shouted quickly: "You'd better use the ninth-grade martial arts master... No, using the strength of the martial soul realm, my junior brother is a bit weird."
"That would be too much to bully him," Chun Luan waved her hand, "Don't worry, it's okay, it's not a big problem. Has senior sister's more than two hundred years of experience in fighting on the battlefield been in vain?"
Wu Huan nodded solemnly, knowing that his first real battle since his cultivation was about to begin.
Go all out!
So, after three cups of tea.
A strong power erupted from the small courtyard, the clouds in the sky seemed to have solidified, and the spiritual energy within hundreds of miles suddenly rioted.
In Qiu Lao's small courtyard, the female general lying in the pit on the ground trembled slightly, her martial spirit-level strength exploded, her breath shot straight into the sky, and the spear suspended on one side erupted into bursts of tiger roars!
"Junior brother, come again, senior sister, use more strength this time."
Wu Wan raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose.
Now, why are you so impatient?
