"The rules of the competition are very simple. Each side sends 15 people to play, and each person counts as one winner. The first one to reach 8 wins is the winner. We will determine the specific competition method. If you win, you will get "one

"Ping's Coastline", what do you think of this card?"

In the bright gymnasium, following the sound of Leza's voice, people who were exercising and exercising around the venue gradually gathered around.

Jing Yang looked around, because the people he had controlled to lead the way had died, and there seemed to be several new faces here. He didn't know if they were the death row inmates that Leza had just picked up from some prison.

"It's okay if you don't have any objections." Leiza continued, "The way of competition is sports. Our members will compare with you in the sports they are good at."

After he finished speaking, a little blue hat in the crowd behind him stepped forward and said, "I'll be the first one, let's compete in boxing."

His hands were wrapped in bandages, obviously he loved boxing matches.

Little Blue Riding Hood pointed to the boxing ring in the corner of the venue and asked Jing Yang and others: "Who will be my opponent?"

Leza duly added: "Let me state in advance that each person can only play once, so the same person cannot win multiple games."

This is to prevent both sides from sending only one of the strongest members to win 8 games in a row. Then why are the others here, to hug the thighs? If you want to hug, you have to hug at least 8 thighs. If you only grab one thigh to hug, it will be boring and boring.

"Jing Yi" shouted in the crowd: "I'm coming!"

Bisji looked up and saw a figure leaping out and jumping onto the boxing ring.

"Can he do it?" Bisji asked quietly.

Of course she can see that from "Jing Yi" to "Jing Thirteen", they are all completely controlled by Jing Yang. It can be said that these 13 people now are Jing Yang's 13 clones. However, after all, they are just on the roadside.

The clones picked up have varying qualities. No matter how clever a woman like Jing Yang is, if the physical aura she controls is too weak, she will not be able to make a meal without rice.

"It should be no problem." Jing Yang said, and everyone gathered around the boxing ring. Little Blue Riding Hood and "Jing Yi" were already facing each other on the stage.

"Ah." Xiaodi was surprised. The arena was a bit high, and when she lowered her eyes a little, she could see the densely packed black runes on the floor of the arena, woven into strange patterns.

Bisji whispered: "This is a divine word. It seems that the ability to read is not prohibited in competitions."

"That's right." Leza turned to look over and said with a smile, "In all competitions, as long as they do not directly violate the rules, telekinesis or the use of props made with telekinesis is not prohibited."

Bisji gave him a harmless smile.

The competition in the arena is about to begin.

"Are you ready?" "Jing Yi" asked the other party, biting the frenulum with his teeth and putting on his gloves.

"I'll give you my exact words." Little Blue Riding Hood's fists and gloves collided with each other, "Come here, rookie." He could tell by looking at the opponent's posture that the opponent had never boxed before.

"I have never boxed, but I still have a little experience in fighting in the ring."

The owner of a certain sky arena said this and stepped forward to greet him.

There was no suspense, "Jing Yi" won the victory.

There is Xingbiao’s meticulous and complete control over the body, additional self-healing ability, and Jing Yang’s rich experience in fighting from the bottom of the Sky Arena to the position of the host... If you still can’t solve a problem, you need to arrange the divine words to assist your reading ability.

If you are a rookie, that would be outrageous.

Although "King Yi" doesn't have many thoughts, the conclusion remains the same.

"King Yi" covered his almost broken shoulder bone, walked to the edge of the field and sat down against the wall. This minor injury can be recovered by taking a breath.

"You plan to win by one." Leiza said to Jing Yang and others, "Then, the second game."

"Let's compete in basketball." A little black hat came up from behind him, holding a basketball in his hand. He grinned and said, "Let's compete in 1v1 bullfighting and hit 10 balls."

Jing Yang and others looked at each other in confusion. Among the remaining 12 clones, he chose "Jing San", a macho man who looked as strong as a chimpanzee. "It's you."

"Jing San" became more and more popular.

"Let you go first." Little Black Hat threw the basketball over, "With such heavy muscles, don't you have poor physical coordination?"

"Jing San" caught the ball with one hand, spun it twice, looked at the five-pointed star trademark pattern on the ball, smiled slightly and said: "You are not happy with your life, you? Just wait for 10 to 0."

The little black hat lowered his center of gravity, opened his arms, took a defensive posture, and said with a smile: "Don't be so unconfident, you can always score 1 point. How about I do a good job and give up 2 points."

"Jing San" didn't push him too much, he just stood there and just stood there.

"The posture is so ugly and messy. It's impossible to get in." Little Black Hat put his hands on his hips and said speechlessly. When he looked back, his eyes widened - the basketball was clearly heading for Sanbu, but when it flew past,

The basketball floated upwards for a while, and everyone watched helplessly as the basketball hit the net with an unscientific trajectory and scored a goal.

Controlled the ball? Leza thought to himself.

"You are staring at me with such big eyes. Didn't you say that you are not prohibited from using telekinesis?" "King San" said confidently.

Stars have always been able to control objects. Jing Yang's first motivation was to control the wild wolf by controlling his hair. However, compared to humans and animals that can move on their own, dead objects themselves are dead, and it takes a lot of effort to control them.

Qi, and the larger the object, the more Qi consumed per second. But it is just a small deviation of the trajectory of the basketball at the critical moment, which is still easy.

So this game also lost its suspense. "Jing San" won the second victory.

Game Three: Weightlifting.

A short, strong man wearing a yellow pointed hat walked out of the crowd at Leizha Fang. He chuckled and said, "The big man won the basketball just now, so he can't play again."

Jing Yang nodded and said, "I was careless."

Bisji asked: "How about I come?"

"If Aunt Bi shows her true strength, of course she can kill both of them with each hand..." Jing Yang said, receiving a small punch on his cheek, he lowered his voice, "Look at Leiza, he looks unhurried.

, this guy will definitely show up and take the blame. Aunt Bi, you are our trump card, we can’t play it out now.”

"Hmph. Should we give up this time? Of the few people you have left, no one can lift weights as well as the opponent."

"Have you decided yet?" The stocky little yellow hat was already standing in front of the barbell urging the muttering Jing Yang.

Jing Yang signaled Bi Si Ji to be calm, and then Xiao Di noticed Wu Er, who was wandering behind the crowd, approaching him. Everyone on the other side, except Le Za, was stunned.

"That's it for us." Jing Yang pointed at Wu Er.

A moon-white tiger came out like this, walking calmly and calmly towards the barbell area - it's so pitiful that the short and strong men they were lifting were only taller in height because of the tip of the little yellow hat they were wearing.

Slightly better than this big tiger with four feet on the ground, within one!

The stocky little yellow hat blushed: "Old man, how can a tiger count!"

Wu Er walked to the barbell and stood up. A large shadow cast a shadow, covering him. Wu Er pulled the barbell twice with his front legs, changed several positions, nodded towards Jing Yang, and then turned his head in confusion.

He glared at the short and sturdy little yellow hat, so horrified that the latter almost collapsed on his legs and sat on the ground.

"How can this be done!"

"Can Tiger still compete?"

"It's a foul!"

"Let me just say something fair. If you violate the rules, the other party will be punished and get out of here!"

The pointed hats behind Leza were in an uproar.

"Quiet." Lei Zayun said lightly, "Since this miserable moon tiger has a game ring, it is one of the players, and of course it is eligible to participate. Okay, if both players are ready, let's start.

.”

So the third weightlifting competition began.

So the third weightlifting competition ended quickly. When the short and sturdy little yellow hat finally got red in the face and failed to lift the 1-ton barbell, the Wu Er next to him carried the 5-ton barbell and lifted it like a human being.

He got up, and after Leza announced that he had won, he actually put the 5-ton barbell on the ground with ease, and then let out a triumphant roar, and the short and stocky little yellow hat next to him fainted.

"The following is the fourth scene." Leza didn't take it seriously at all.

Bisji glanced at him. He had lost three games in a row, but he still had this unhurried attitude...

The fourth game, arm wrestling.

"Jing Shisan" came on the stage, left a star mark directly on the palm of his hand, and took down the opponent's fat man with a blue hat and black hat.

Xiaoti read it carefully and turned to look at Jing Yang.

Jing Yang couldn't help but laugh, this move was exactly the same trick he used when fighting with Xiao Di.

The fifth game, vault.

The slender "Jing Qi" appears on the stage. Relying on Xingbiao's self-control and without risk of injury, "Jing Qi" can handle any difficult technical moves, and even Jing Yang's body can fine-tune his posture through remote control.

...Winning the 5th victory without any doubt.

Game six, high jump.

"Jingjiu" tried his best to destroy his legs, crazily squeezing the strength of his legs and lower limbs, and jumped on the spot with a "boom", almost nailing his head into the ceiling of the stadium... He looked at Little Red Riding Hood, who was competing next to Leizha Fang.

He was dumbfounded and simply gave up and admitted defeat. There was no need to compete, this man was a lunatic!

The seventh game, 50-meter sprint.

Everyone made space and drew a 50-meter track in the gym. Leizha Fang sent out a little purple hat that looked like Usain Bolt. The little purple hat jumped on the spot twice and moved his legs to warm up.

, then grinned at Jing Yang and others and said: "It's a pity that that big tiger can't be on the field. Otherwise, I really want to compete with it!"

"There are no tigers, let the little bird make do with it." Jing Yang said, fishing behind Bisiji. It turned out that the rock bird was lazily dozing on the skirt behind Bisiji's waist.

Little Purple Hat Bolt was startled and sent a bird to race with me. Is this even okay?

However, Leza seemed to have no objection.
To be continued...