Zhao Xiaohu had no choice but to arch his hands towards the door and call him Uncle Sun.
Sun Lihai snorted coldly, ignored him, turned around and pointed out someone, saying: "Zhong Xing, you're in for this round."
"Yes!" A man walked out of the crowd. He had eye-catching scars on his face. He was neither fat nor thin, and his temples were bulging. It was Sun Zhongxing who had met Chen Tairan and the other three in western Hunan.
When Zhao Xiaohu saw Senior Brother Sun, he immediately made a sound in his mouth, a little embarrassed - he had witnessed that battle with his own eyes. Although his strength has soared during this period, it was still a little bit awkward to suddenly face such a master.
Feeling guilty...
"Junior Brother Zhao, we meet again, we are really destined." Sun Zhongxing chuckled, a bit like a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken.
"It's fate, it's fate..." Zhao Xiaohu said hello, but his eyes were already drifting towards Chen Tairan.
Not only him, Sun Zhongxing was also peeking at Chen Tairan... ***, luckily the master didn't ask him to fight that guy, otherwise he would definitely make a fool of himself in front of everyone again.
Sun Lihai called out Sun Zhongxing, then looked at Chen Tairan and said: "Boy, let me tell you the rules. You choose three people to fight. As long as you can win two games, I will admit that you are indeed qualified to fight me in the Jianghuai area.
The banner of Xingyimen walks."
Chen Tairan nodded, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
Sun Lihai didn't bother to care about what these juniors were thinking, and just waved his hand and told Sun Zhongxing to start when he was ready.
"Wait a minute!" Chu Zhendong suddenly spoke: "Uncle Sun, we only have three people here. You have also seen that if you can choose, shouldn't you also show us the candidates for the battle?
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"Okay, as you wish." Sun Lihai nodded, turned around and called the other two people, but he saw that one was fat and one was thin, one was tall and the other was short. The contrast was huge. They looked like adults with children.
Like, quite weird.
"Junior Brother Chu, I am the candidate for the second battle." The fat man spoke proactively with a smile on his face.
The little skinny guy didn't say anything, but both of them were sure that he would be the one to fight in the third game.
Generally speaking, the third game is the finale. This guy is not very good-looking, but he is ranked last. It seems that he must have some amazing abilities!
Chu Zhendong nodded, went back to discuss the order of battle with Chen Tairan, and expressed his opinion.
Judging from the first game, Zhao Xiaohu's match against Sun Zhongxing is probably hopeless, but in the second game, if the opponent plays a trick and lets the fat man play, it may be successful...
The reason is very simple. If the fat man is the strongest and takes down Chu Zhendong, then the win or loss in the third game will be insignificant. Even if Chen Tairan kills the thin man instantly, it will be of no use.
"I think this possibility is very high. Let's take advantage of everyone's inertial thinking." Chu Zhendong pondered for a moment, and then analyzed: "You are the best player on our side. They must have known this for a long time, so,
It doesn’t hurt to use the allusion of Tian Ji’s horse racing.”
"Well, that makes sense." Chen Tairan rubbed his chin and suddenly showed a faint smile: "But it's not necessary, let's do it in the normal order. Maybe people don't bother to play this trick at all?~"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Chu Zhendong frowned.
"Nothing, it's just an intuition." Chen Tairan smiled - of course he wouldn't say that he used reconnaissance skills to detect the dwarf's force value, ***, a full 190 points! It's still a normal and stable value!
If Chu Zhendong were to fight against such an A-level master, it would be like a father beating his son. Chen Tairan would never take this risk. Such a dangerous opponent must be dealt with by himself.
He said something ambiguous and stopped talking. Chu Zhendong couldn't ask, so he didn't continue to ask. Anyway, he knew the temperament of his junior brother. Since he said so, he must have a reason.
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Zhao Xiaohu was playing in the first round, and he felt a little uneasy. Suddenly he heard his senior brother shout: "Xiaohu, come here."
Zhao Xiaohu was overjoyed and hurriedly rushed to Chen Tairan's side, grinning and saying: "That's great, Brother Tai, do you have any secrets to teach me?~"
"Secret?" Chen Tairan laughed, patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Brother, I don't have any secrets. I only have one sentence: Don't be a coward, just do it!"
"Oh..." Zhao Xiaohu was so disappointed that his face fell.
"Here, put this on." Chen Tairan took out a pair of black half-finger combat gloves and handed them over.
"This..." Zhao Xiaohu looked puzzled.
"Wear it if you are told!" Chen Tairan glared, "When your brother and I won first place in the military region's fighting competition, we used this pair of gloves!"
"Yo Xi!" Zhao Xiaohu immediately obeyed and put on his combat gloves.
"Go." Chen Tairan patted his junior brother's butt and kicked him onto the field.
"What are you doing?~" Chu Zhendong has always been very observant, and he could tell at a glance that Chen Tairan's behavior was a little abnormal.
"Haha, it's nothing, it's nothing." Chen Tairan said haha, he would not say that this pair of gloves has another name, called "Feiyun Detective Dragon"...
Zhao Xiaohu's current force value is almost over 100, which is still far behind Sun Zhongxing. Moreover, he has not practiced Xingyiquan as long as Sun Zhongxing. If he really wants to practice it, he will definitely not be able to do it.
If he didn't use some tricks, he would definitely lose this battle. After thinking for a long time, Chen Tairan decided to lend his equipment to Xiaohu for use first.
This Feiyun Detective Dragon has an initial attack power of 10-14, but that is just the initial stage. It has been so long now. Chen Tairan has upgraded it two or three times, and now the attack power is as high as 41-53, which is really incredible.
Look down on!
With this piece of equipment, the gap between Zhao Xiaohu and Sun Zhongxing should be able to be well bridged, at least bringing both sides to the same level. As for the rest, only God knows.
"Junior Brother Zhao, please!" Sun Zhongxing smiled slightly at Zhao Xiaohu and held his hand in his hand.
"Please." Zhao Xiaohu encouraged himself secretly, waved his bear-shaped fist, and waited attentively.
Sun Zhongxing didn't talk nonsense, he just went up and struck. He had been practicing the Eagle Box for more than 20 years, and it was not an exaggeration to call him a master. Once he used it, he immediately forced Zhao Xiaohu to cower and defend.
Sun Zhongxing knew what Zhao Xiaohu was capable of, so he reserved some energy when he first came up, for fear of getting someone into trouble - after all, he was Uncle Zhao's biological son, so he had to give him some face when he did something in someone else's house.
