From the moment Ni Jun appeared, Zheng Yuanyuan was no longer Zheng Yuanyuan. Her eyes followed Ni Jun closely, for fear of missing something.
Not long after, the legendary Zhao Yu came.
"That's Zhao Yu?" Yan Buhuan's eyes widened, his mind completely empty.
A boy who looked about ten years old walked onto the stage seriously. He was small and exquisite, and his big dark eyes were shining brightly. Because he was young and had not yet tied up his hair, although he had a solemn look on his little face,
No matter how I looked at it, I felt that some kid from another family had not taken good care of it and came over to cause trouble.
What Xuanyuan Ci said just now echoed in his ears - boy's skill.
Well, Zhao Yu is indeed very suitable for practicing boy kung fu.
There was a burst of sighs on the field, and most people felt the same as Yan Buhuan.
It was Zhao Yu's first appearance in front of the public, so it was understandable that he would be surprised.
But if a child is allowed to participate in such a cruel competition, what if he is injured somewhere?
The competition rules do not stipulate the age and gender of the players, and Zhao Guo did not commit any foul.
Following a burst of gongs and drums, the venue suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at the two people on the field with complicated expressions.
Ni Jun opened the folding fan and looked at the boy in front of him with interest.
He was less than Ni Jun's shoulders and barely reached his chest. He was dressed in dark red clothes, as if dyed with blood.
Zhao Yu's eyes were cold, not at all like the eyes of a ten-year-old child.
Yan Buhuan saw Ni Yuxing in the crowd. She had a string of Buddhist beads in her hand. At this time, she was chanting something, probably praying that Ni Jun could win the competition.
The moment Chu Yan saw Zhao Yu appear on the stage, he almost fell off the chair. However, King Zhao said proudly: "Young boy is young and promising. He wants to come and try his skills. I can't refuse, so I let him go. Anyway, I want to do it."
It’s just fun, nothing in the way.”
Chu Yan wanted to say, what if your son is beaten somewhere?
Other kings also had the same doubts, but what everyone thought about most was that you might as well send an adult son up.
The second gong sounded and everyone displayed their weapons.
Ni Jun is a folding fan with ivory ribs, a fine picture of clouds, mountains, mist and rain, and a perfect Hetian jade pendant with crimson tassels.
Zhao Yu squinted his eyes and curved his pretty little mouth. Suddenly someone in the stands threw something towards the playing field.
Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was actually a ball.
Another burst of sadness.
This ball is very ordinary, made of cowhide, with dense stitching on it.
Zhao Yu held the ball in his arms, and his childish voice had not yet faded away. He spoke in a very clear voice: "Let's make a move, Xiaoyaowai."
Yan Buhuan couldn't help but sweat for Ni Jun.
How could he deal with such a child?
Later it turned out that she thought too much.
After Ni Jun heard the sound of 'making a move', the figure flew like a ray of silver light directly towards Zhao Yu.
As the saying goes, the only martial arts in the world that cannot be defeated is speed.
Any martial arts has its own shortcomings. No matter how good the defense is, there are ways to break it. As long as the speed of emergency changes in offense and defense is much faster than that of the opponent, it is bound to be easy to do. To put it at a low level, it means entering the palace quickly and making the opponent tired of parrying.
Without the ability to fight back, force the enemy to reveal its flaws and then win. Speaking from a high point, it means being hit before the opponent has time to react.
The so-called punching a person without knowing it means killing him with one blow.
