The first National College Students’ Martial Arts Competition.

Jiangnan Province provincial rematch.

At the Olympic Sports Branch, outside the guardrail of the high platform to the west of the stadium, Ning Moli was wearing an old black coat, a thirteen-piece Nanjing cigarette in his left hand, and a bottle of high-level white wine in his right hand, looking at Qin Ming from afar and becoming the center of the audience's sight.

The entire venue was silent.

Immediately afterwards, the pantomime that burst out everywhere, seemed to be paused, and the next moment was full of vitality.

"Player No. 2 Qin Ming: 489.5KG!"

“The results are valid!”

"This data is too high, too high!"

"Both strength and appearance."

"As of now... the highest record in the competition is 419KG, which was set by Qin Ming, a classmate in the provincial rematch in Jiangnan Province today!"

Ning Moli listened in a radius of hundreds of meters. No matter how weak the sound is, it cannot be hidden from the evolutionary hearing.

"well."

"Old man can rest assured." Ning Moli's daily cold face seemed to be like spring and flowers blooming, the ice and snow melting, and his teeth were exposed with a smile, but the gap in the front teeth was obvious and there was a little air leakage.

Gudong.

He took a sip of the wine.

Hissing.

He smoked a little cigarette again, his eyes filled with dark light, which seemed to penetrate the fresh air in the morning, penetrated the distance of most of the rubber track in the venue, and landed straight on one of the people: on the left side of the first row, the body of the martial artist Liu Shan!

The surrounding sunlight became a little dimmer.

The air also suppressed and solidified.

Ning Moli narrowed his eyes, frowned, and observed it with a serious look on his face for a while.

"Liushan."

"It seems like you're about to break through to the senior martial artist."

Ning Moli turned around and trembled as he pulled the armrest down the platform, like the elderly legs and feet of an elderly person.

The sun shines, dispelling the coldness and reflecting his back.

at the same time.

It also shone in the venue, on the rostrum, Liu Shan’s face sitting on the left side of the first row.

The only registered martial arts master in Jiangnan City: Liushan!

He was elegant and had received an invitation from the organizer before the election. He came here to stay here. He not only contributed to his hometown, prevented anyone from disturbing the event, but also to accumulate connections and build good relationships. The Liu martial arts special training class needs the support of the government to be able to run it for a long time.

therefore.

Liushan knows how to behave, how to advance and retreat, and is very low-key.

Even the students who participated in the special training class in the rematch didn't know that he was there, and the rostrum was far away, no one knew that there was a martial artist here! Otherwise, the reporters flocked to the interview and the limelight would be given to him, what would the organizer think?

From beginning to end.

Liu Shan only gave two suggestions.

One is to refuse foreigners to participate, and the other is to recommend Qin Ming, this classmate is most suitable for the first place to play.

“489.5KG!”

"Sergeant No. 2 Qin Ming!"

Liu Shan looked at the results displayed by the giant screen at the end of the left side of the rubber track.

In the second realm of martial arts practice, vision has evolved. Liu Shanren was on the rostrum, but he could even see Qin Ming blinking.

The first to play in the game...

Results are destined to be the top...

At this moment, Liu Shan couldn't help but get up and clapped his hands: "No, not bad, my eyes are indeed accurate."

It's just a pity.

Liu Shan realized that the plan to accept the disciple might be disappointed.

The organizers who were sitting in the first row all stood up and applauded warmly.

"As far as I know, 500KG is the standard for a great warrior."

"That guy is very close."

"Before the start of the competition, I couldn't imagine that the highest score in the primary election was only over 300."

"Why is the person recommended by Mr. Liushan a bad one?"

"That's the reason. Thanks to Mr. Liu, I originally planned to let the No. 1 player go up and make a good start. Fortunately, I listened to Mr. Liu Shan's suggestion - a good start to the opening!"

now.

here.

The leaders were very satisfied with seeing such high results and passed on Qin Ming’s personal information list to each other.

...

Reporter District.

The reporters' eyes were red.

The staff carrying cameras witnessed this amazing achievement with their own eyes, and their waists were no longer sore and their legs were no longer heavy.

"Pull the lens closer, get closer!"

"Phone his face... My God, what do you mean to his chest?"

"Don't move!"

“It’s great at this angle~”

"Hello everyone, everyone, the top of the rematch has appeared in advance. The second player Qin Ming's score is 489.5KG. It seems that he can break through to the big warrior this month and receive the registration certificate. He will be the seed player of the final champion."

Everyone looked impatient.

It's like an ant on a hot pan.

But... the sports school teacher and two supervisors in charge of the assessment were still checking the data and only allowed Qin Ming to leave after confirming that it was correct. Suddenly, a large number of flashes lit up the atmosphere.

A reporter ran up and said, "Are you already promoted to the realm of a great warrior? Did you deliberately hide your weakness and come to participate in the competition?"

Qin Ming seeks truth from facts: "I am not a great warrior yet."

Another reporter rushed forward: "Player No. 2, do you think anyone who will be in the assessment will surpass you?"

The scene was noisy.

Like a vegetable market.

Qin Ming didn't dare to express his opinion, always feeling that waving his hand would be over-interpreted, and he bowed his head and walked towards the waiting area of ​​various schools.

at the same time.

The young men and women who were driving the live broadcast came over, their tone was exaggerated, and they were sent by the live broadcast platform of the rematch.

"It's obvious that you can scan your face, but it's so powerful."

"A few days after the primary election, the results of the re-election have soared. I seriously suspect that this person is a martial arts genius who is invincible."

"The great warrior is so close!"

"I'm sour."

"The list of the top ten martial arts geniuses in China that are still being planned recently will definitely have Qin Ming's place."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in charge of the on-site order quickly issued a warning not to affect the assessment of the next contestant.

They all dispersed reluctantly.

Qin Ming walked towards the waiting area of ​​various schools, but it seemed like a needle fell to him, and the air became quiet.

Everyone realized that in the rematch stage, this result was an insurmountable peak.

"Player No. 2?"

"The favorite to win the championship?"

Every time I pass by a grid of a team, I can detect a gathering of eyes, as if I am about to burn Qin Ming.

Some of the sights were hot, some were cold, and some were disbelief.

For a moment, curiosity, amazement, loneliness, and various emotions outlined the attention of everyone with different faces.

The team teacher from another university stared at Qin Ming: "He is not a sports student."

Behind him.
To be continued...