Overall, Zhang Shi and I are on the same path, which is to make our opponent unable to grasp it through flexible and changeable figures and movements, and then give a decisive blow.

But the difference is that Zhang Shi has received very systematic training, has a complete set of methods and routines, and has a mastery. It is not as good as me. Most of the methods are pieced together and learned from actual combat bit by bit.

Before I appeared, Wang Peng whispered in my ear, saying that he had a gloomy yesterday, saying that if possible, it would be better to avenge Brother Zhong.

The emotions of the four of me, Nur, Wang Peng and Xiao Dapao have been sublimated most during this period. They are in one, sharing honor and disgrace. This kind of grouping comes from the heart, prospering and prospering, and both losing and losing.

Wang Peng said this, and I knew how to grasp the rhythm of this attack in a moment.

However, even so, this opponent still felt very difficult. At the beginning of the war, he stepped on the steps of the trance. His movements were light and agile, flexible and changeable, with thick feet, straight stance, and sufficient force, which was elusive. After a fight, he inserted his crotch and slid, moved, and jumped, which was even more elusive than the fat girl.

I heard someone shouting in the audience: "Yan Qingquan!"

My heart was thunderous, and I knew that this Yan Qing fist was one of the thirty-six killers in the Ziwu Gate. This fist was hard and soft, and was cultivated both inside and outside. Its moves were very open and close, with a storm of overturning seas, and it contained murderous intent, and it was dedicated to hitting the vital points of the human body. It often had a half-potential force to control the enemy to death.

This boxing has another name, called Mizongquan, also known as Secret Clanquan, which was the box-in-boxing technique of Huo Yuanjia, a master of martial arts during the Republic of China.

The more famous Huo Yuanjia and Jingwu Gymnastics Association, the stronger this craft is.

Soon, I realized that in terms of the skills of bare hands, I was a bit far apart from this man named Zhang Shi.

This may be the gap between the second and fifth floors.

At this moment, my only advantage is that I have magic skills, my muscles, bones, skin and flesh have been tempered for a long time, and it can be considered hard and hard to destroy. I am also sufficient in my energy, and my strength is not weak. Because once the mysterious rune containing the magic trick of the immortals is activated, some lines and dots that guide me will appear in my eyes.

This is my advantage, so although my opponent's Yan Qing's boxing skills were so successful that I was stamped by the fist bones countless times, I did not fall down in the end.

The wild horse runs fast!

The old monk pushes the door twice!

Holding the cow and sheep with ease!

Standing on the ground and sky cannon!

...

There were thousands of spectators around the school ground. These people were either trainees carefully selected from our system or active soldiers in the military camp. Most of these people were men. Seeing such a wonderful battle, they couldn't help but burst into blood, cheers and cheers were heard. Zhang Shi and I were like two small boats, struggling and drifting in the craze of life.

Time was moving bit by bit, Zhang Shishi's figure became faster and faster, and finally turned into a phantom.

The mysterious fist, the mysterious steps, the random flowers are gradually fascinating.

Zhang Shi was fighting faster and faster, while I was slower and slower. In the end, I was like an old monk who had entered into meditation, exploring all the virtual moves. If it was not necessary, I would never punch each other. Each move was so slow that it seemed to others, as if I was using slow motion.

The faces of those who knew how to do things on the sidelines began to become increasingly heavy. I saw that the leader of the referee Zhao Chengfeng's sword intent, who also stood up.

I know they might have seen something strange, but in the face of Zhang Shi's storm attack, I had no choice but to stimulate the mysterious runes containing the magic tricks of the immortals.

The inspiration of this thing requires fresh blood as a guide, and I bit my lips into blood.

The competition continues. In the eyes of others, Zhang Shi's advantage is huge, as if he is always pressing me against me, rain hitting banana leaves, pouring down. However, the expression on my face became more and more relaxed, and Zhang Shi's face was so serious that it almost became stiff.

Time seemed to have reached a certain point. Just as I concentrated all my strength and was about to explode, the guy actually jumped down from the ring and raised his hand and signaled: "I abstain!"

His behavior made me unable to exert force. A stream of blood rushes in my chest, and there is a sense of sadness and pain, but being able to win made me laugh finally.

The referee announced the end of the competition. I am the winner and will be given the right to participate in the final of tomorrow's bare-handed competition.

Zhang Shi, who took the initiative to give up the competition, also looked relaxed. When I came down, he found me and asked friendly: "Brother, if I didn't take the initiative to give up just now, which move would you use?"

The other party's attitude made me feel hostile. When I saw his bright smile, I reached out to hold him and said simply: "Heihu is heartbroken."

Heihu's heart-breaking straight punch was a very simple straight punch. He suddenly felt a little regretful when he heard this, saying that if I had known this, I would not have gone down. I smiled slightly and said that the moves were simple, but no matter how strict you guard against them, I could still see the flaws in your chest. If you were punched by me with all my strength in the chest, you would not stand here to communicate with me now.

I spoke a little proudly, but Zhang Shishi understood my words, held them tightly, and whispered: "Well, not bad! Such an enemy is really terrible. I hope I can stand side by side with you in the future, rather than as an opponent."

I fisted him and said with a smile, "OK, we were all together."

My side ended. Amid the cheers of more than a thousand people, this means that the morning competition was also completed. I subconsciously went to the crowd to find Zhao Chengfeng, but I still couldn't see it.

Doesn’t he care about my victory or defeat? Or does he have another decision?

My heart was full of doubts, but all of them were dispersed by the congratulations of several friends. Nuer and Wang Peng rubbed my hair, laughed loudly, and declared to everyone next to me: "This is my brother!"

They seemed extremely proud, which filled my heart with an irrepressible excitement.

But everything is not decided. The pearl in the crown is the first place. Only after I win it can I get this reputation. Otherwise, a few years later, when everyone talks about this, who will remember the second place and whose name is?

After the bare hands competition, the venue was resting, and then at noon, the scorching sun was on the verge of the equipment group.

Because there is no high elimination rate like the barehand group, and there are experts in the market, and they will stop in time, so this time, twelve people participated together.

The swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, these blades are always much more beautiful than bare hands. The onlookers were excited and shouted all day long, while the competitors of the twelve equipment groups were treated at the idol level.

Everyone involved has their own unique skills. Once these selected guys play, they are simply dazzling, and countless masters who are eye-catching are revealed.

The most popular ones here are Wang Peng from Qingcheng Mountain and Nuer from Mali Mountain.

The soldier should be treated with admiration for three days. Compared to a few years ago, this sword and one stick had reached a stunning situation. Many onlookers exclaimed: "Oh my God, how can they use the things in their hands so well? It's simply amazing!"

The result is not difficult to imagine. After a lot of competition, Nur and Wang Peng both advanced to the finals.

There are twists and turns in this, and the people who compete on the same stage also have their own amazing features. However, this is the reality in this world. There is a strong one with the strong one, and a mountain is higher than a mountain. If you don’t excel and don’t have strong strength and will, you will naturally be trampled under your feet.

In the afternoon, I saw Zhao Chengfeng. He stood with Liu Ziming, Qing Birthmark and others. When he saw Wang Peng and Nuer who were showing off on the stage, he acted very calmly.

However, when I lowered my head, I felt that he hid his entire face in the shadow.

At this moment, if there was someone who hated the most, I guess Zhao Chengfeng would undoubtedly list me as the number one, because I made his plan difficult to implement again and again. As a perfectionist who is famous for his master, that hatred would probably be overwhelming.

This also means that tomorrow morning's final will be a very exciting competition, but it is absolutely dangerous for me, as the person involved.

I saw it, but I didn't say much. People are like springs. The greater the pressure, the greater the counterattack. If you are always plain, you will never know how deep your potential is.

After both of us qualified for the finals, we appeared at Xiao Dapao's temporary sickbed and found that the boss's injuries had recovered well and could get out of bed.

Seeing us, he shouted loudly, saying that the schoolyard outside was shouting loudly, and his grandmother's legs made me feel itchy. I wanted to go and see it secretly several times, but was pulled back by the nurse who was inspecting it. I was so embarrassed.

Wang Peng rushed to tell him that the boy who attacked him yesterday had been eliminated by Erdan.

Xiao Dapao recalled and said, "You are talking about that short person? That kid has a few powerful skills under his hands. Being able to fool me is also an achievement!"

This is how he is, carefree, heroes value heroes, and he doesn't have anything to do, but when it comes to the good thing that Zhao Chengfeng will compete with me for the first place in bare hands tomorrow, he talked to me about tomorrow's strategy after being silent for a while.

In his eyes, Zhang Shi, who was indifferent to his silence, was the most normal fighting and fighting, and everyone was doing their own responsibilities. Only by trying all their efforts to harm the fat girl, Zhao Chengfeng and his group were the opponents that he would never forget.

Yes, he, Xiao Dapao, is such a person.
Chapter completed!