Fang Cheng hung up the phone, and the temperature in his eyes dissipated little by little.

Well...there are still many high-rise buildings in the imperial capital.

He looked out the window without any emotion and stood lightly. Half an hour passed, Fang Chengcai turned his eyes and thought about the Chinese Youth Martial Arts Competition that will arrive the day after tomorrow.

One hundred and twenty warriors were divided into fifteen groups, with eight people in each group, and finally the top 15 was decided. The judges voted to select one of the top 16.

The top 16 warriors are divided into two groups, each with eight people.

The eight people fought in the ring together, and in the end, the four people standing in the ring in each group were the quarterfinals!

This competition system is interesting... Fang Cheng seemed to have thought of something interesting and smiled faintly. Then, he turned on the TV and transferred it to China National Taiwan No. 5.

At this time, Huaguowu Channel was playing an analysis of this Youth Martial Arts Competition.

A bald middle-aged man with black-framed glasses is talking endlessly about the poster's opinion:

"This youth martial arts competition is a battle between dragons and tigers, and demons dance... Ah, bah, it's a genius dance, haha."

"According to the analysis and research of this program team, there are a total of six geniuses among the popular martial arts geniuses in this Youth Martial Arts Championship. They are all stuck at the peak of the professional middle level, and it is very likely that they will break through to the professional high level in the next second and the next day!"

"They are: the two stars of the imperial capital, Lin Aotian, Zhuo Qingfeng, the northwest wolf Qintu, the southwest genius Ma Yuan, the central and southern light Wu Ruoque, and the Heijiang Raptor Wu Mingri."

The bald narrator continued to say excitedly: "These six people are the biggest favorites in this youth martial arts competition! They are all leaders in the same region! It can be said that if you want to win the championship, you must at least defeat two of the warriors!"

"This is almost impossible. There were no dark horses in previous years, and the same is true this year. Now that the Internet is developed, how can anyone be silent if they are really powerful?"

The female host on the side interrupted: "There is also a genius participating in the competition in Yunhai. It is said that he is not over 20 years old this year. What do you think?"

The bald man laughed three times: "This problem is very obvious. This young genius is just here to visit and absorb experience. Is there no genius in his twenties in other areas? I can tell you responsibly that there are definitely some."

"Then the question is, why don't they participate?"

Listening to the bald man’s replies, the female host asked in time and wondered: “What’s the reason?”

"Because they know they have no chance and there is no hope, why do they need to be smart and fly into the flames? Practice well for three years, and the next Youth Martial Arts Competition is their stage! You can refer to the Double Stars of the Imperial Capital. They barely entered the middle of the professional level three years ago."

The bald man said with a lingering mouth like a river and then said: "Besides, all warriors are sharp and energetic. They know that they will lose and lose. They cannot even advance to the top 16. They simply give up the idea of ​​gaining experience to prevent their souls from being frustrated. This is by no means fear, but a deep understanding of their own martial arts and full of respect for martial arts."

The female host suddenly realized that she understood: "Then wouldn't this genius from the sea of ​​clouds come for nothing?"

The bald man touched his chin and said slowly: "Well, I have heard of the warrior you mentioned, it seems that he is called Fang Cheng. I guess he should be able to win a game in the group stage..."

"As for the first place in the group, this is too difficult for him, so we should not be too demanding. The next martial arts competition is time for him to show his brightness."

The female host shook her head regretfully: "According to your analysis, this is true. Okay, let's play a post from the last episode. After the highlights, we will come back soon."

The picture changed and became a behind-the-scenes battle for the quarterfinals of the last Chinese Youth Martial Arts Competition.

Fang Cheng looked at it twice, turned off the TV, lying backward, and his whole body was deeply trapped in the soft and comfortable bed.

"There will be a banquet tomorrow afternoon, and a special session of 120 geniuses?"

The phone vibrated twice, Fang Cheng glanced at the screen, took a breath again, and continued to lie on the bed.

The improvement in strength is like riding on the Rockets. He feels uneasy. Fortunately, the professional level bottleneck is very stubborn. With Fang Cheng's current body, if you want to break through the three points of strength, you have to wait at least another half a year.

Half a year...

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes.

"Dongdong."

The door was knocked, and Fang Cheng woke up from a shallow sleep. He just entered sleep without realizing it.

Fang Cheng walked to the door and opened the door.

"Master?"

Old Man Lu smiled and said, "I knew the cat was in the room. It was seven o'clock, so it was time to have supper."

Fang Cheng's eyes moved and he nodded: "Okay, Master."

He pulled out the room card, put it in his shirt pocket, and followed Old Man Lu to the third floor of the hotel, which was the hotel restaurant.

The two of them randomly found a spot, ordered a few dishes, and wrote them on the room bill.

"Oh, the genius is here! This youth martial arts competition is quite difficult. How can you be confident?" A voice sounded, with a slight suggestion.

Old Man Lu was still eating, and Fang Cheng continued to tweak the chopsticks, not even raising his head.

The owner of the voice was stunned and became a little embarrassed. He wanted to come over and persuade Fang Cheng and make him mentally prepared. There were too many young strong people in this competition.

But he didn't expect that Fang Cheng would ignore him even though he was just like air.

Qian Xingxin's eyes trembled. Since he entered the professional level, no one has been disrespectful to him, and anger has arisen in his heart.

"I'm just here to mention you. Do you know who is the strong rival in this class? You know, in addition to the six popular geniuses to win the championship, there are also several warriors who need to be treated with caution."

Fang Cheng picked up a piece of potato, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it slowly.

Qian Xingxin's face turned slightly red, shocked and angry, and embarrassed. He snorted coldly and shook his head and left. He had no bad intentions, but seeing Fang Cheng was too young, he thought about coming over and giving some advice.

But he didn't consider whether Fang Cheng needed his advice.

Old man Lu sneered, he couldn't hold back his smile.

Fang Cheng, who was as cold as a stone, could this attitude of advice stir up his emotions? Old Man Lu looked up at Fang Cheng and said, "Eat more, apprentice."

"kindness."

Fang Cheng responded, looked at Old Man Lu, and showed a faint smile.

He could feel that Old Man Lu treated him sincerely, just like looking at his own children, well... Fang Cheng suddenly thought that he had never heard Old Man Lu mention his descendants.

Logically speaking, the master is in his sixties and seventies, and all his wicked men of this age and grandsons are going to school.

Fang Cheng looked at Old Man Lu in confusion, picked up another piece of mutton, and said, "Master, after this Chinese Youth Martial Arts Competition, I plan to participate in the registered war martial arts assessment."

Old Man Lu's eyes condensed, and he slowly placed the chopsticks on the table, his eyes were deep and quiet, so he was about to say something.

"Dingling, Dingling."

Hearing the old antique phone ringtone, Old Man Lu was stunned, his face trembled and looked at his apprentice Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng took out the cell phone in his pocket, looked at Old Man Lu, who was full of shock, and asked in confusion: "Master, what's wrong?"

"Ahem..." Old Man Lu waved his hand and looked collapsed: "You can answer the phone first if you have nothing to do!"

He really couldn't imagine that even if the ringtone of a young man of Fang Cheng's age was not a popular song or music, he would basically have a general ringtone.

But Fang Cheng's cell phone ringtone... Old Man Lu suddenly felt sad. This is the fucking ringtone of the last century, okay!

Fang Cheng put his eyes on the screen:

Call: Lin Nuannuan.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes. He had some connection with Lin Nuannuan in the past few months, but... the four months of cold weather and silence and depression almost wiped out his thrill.

So, what happened to Lin Nuannuan when she called?

Fang Cheng clicked answering with some doubts and put it in his ear. The environment on the other side of the phone was a little noisy, but he could still clearly hear the breathing sounds on the phone.

The phone was silent for a while, and then Lin Nuannuan stuttered and cowardly voice sounded:
Chapter completed!