The sun was just right on Sunday, shining through the windows of the Hongluo Martial Arts School, leaving the whole room filled with brilliance. Lou Cheng stepped on his bare feet with every inch of the radiance, as if he were walking on a road paved with gold. He was in a happy mood and full of brilliance.
I was overjoyed and relieved all the pressure.
He looked at Yan Zheke, walking back leisurely and leisurely against the background of the sullen silence of the martial arts disciples and students.
This is what victory feels like!
When passing by Cai Zongming and others, he nodded and said hello contentedly, not at all embarrassed by the reality of his bare feet.
"What a master!"
"It turns out that warriors who don't live in Waigang can be so powerful, and their shoes fell apart in one go..."
"Didn't you see that there are cracks and footprints on the stone ground? If you punch the boys in our college, why don't you beat them into meat patties?"
"What a man!"
Several girls from the art academy were whispering to each other and admiring each other. They usually only watched them fighting in Waigang and lacked a clear understanding of the Dan Realm and body refining. Today was the first time that they learned that human beings can be so powerful with just their bodies.
For the first time, I was impressed by the martial arts club in my school.
"The boys who practice martial arts are so energetic and elegant..." They saw Lin Que standing up and walking towards Lou Cheng. They looked around and came to the same conclusion.
Listening to their unabashed discussion, Cai Zongming had the urge to burst into tears. If he hadn't been lazy last year and joined the martial arts club's special training, now, now, now he still couldn't beat Chengzi... He would be a pervert!
Zhang Jingye felt a little sour, Wu Qian was keenly aware of it, and whispered in his ear: "Just think that we are discussing TV stars, idols, singers, and famous warriors. We just talk about it and gossip, but not many people really mean it."
Go."
"Yes." Zhang Jingye was relieved immediately.
But in this way, wouldn't there be a distance between Chengzi and himself and others?
Qiu Zhigao said with emotion: "I really envy Chengzi...I often dream about the scene just now..."
As a man who likes to show off his muscular body in the dormitory, and as a freshman with an amateur level when he entered school, it would be a lie to say that he never dreamed of martial arts when he was young. However, as he grows older and loses his talent, he gradually realizes that
After clarifying the reality, I invested my time and energy rationally in reading.
He stared blankly at the ring, his blood boiling, and his melancholy lasted for a long time, which finally turned into a sigh and was completely speechless.
I hope Chengzi can go further in martial arts and let me know how beautiful this glorious road is...
Zhao Qiang was deep in thought and suddenly blurted out: "Lao Qiu, have you noticed that Chengzi won the game with a 'ha' at the end? This must be protected by mysterious power. He sacrificed his own time..."
"Ah, what?" Qiu Zhigao looked confused.
"Forget it, you are not a real fan..." Zhao Qiang lowered his voice and sighed, "We are trying to please and make fun of each other all the way, but it is not as impressive as Orange playing two games."
Qiu Zhigao laughed and said: "This is normal, just like you like beautiful, cute and playful girls."
"I like to study." Zhao Qiang pushed up his black-rimmed glasses seriously, "I will start preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination from now on."
"So early, only a freshman!" Qiu Zhigao said in surprise.
Zhao Qiang smiled slightly, put away all the seriousness and irregularity, and exhaled: "I have thought about it very clearly. Everyone has their own characteristics and their own future. The postgraduate entrance examination is the most suitable for me, and I cannot practice martial arts for others.
, I’ll just follow the martial arts practice? It’s better to prepare early than rush into battle, right? Slowly improve your connotation and ability, there will always be people who like me, right?”
Qiu Zhigao was stunned by the three rhetorical questions in a row, and he hissed: "Aqiang, why do you feel that you have some depth of thought?"
Zhao Qiang said nothing and pushed up his black-rimmed glasses again to reflect the sunlight coming in from the window.
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When he was about to reach the tatami where the Songda Martial Arts Club was located, Lou Cheng saw Li Mao taking the lead. Everyone clapped and welcomed him back, while Yan Zheke had a smile on his lips and his eyes moved, looking playful and joyful.
Amidst the applause, he found Lin Que standing up and walking towards him, so he smiled and raised his right hand in a high-five gesture.
Lin Que was startled and did not slow down his pace. However, when he was about to pass by Lou Cheng's right side, he still stretched out his palm and gave him a light tap.
"Come on!" Lou Cheng said with a smile, and added in his heart, uncle!
Lin Tong nodded and looked over his shoulder, towards the ring and towards his opponent.
The two passed by each other, and Lou Cheng returned to the tatami and was sitting in Lin Que's seat, with only Guo Qing separated from Yan Zheke.
"sharp!"
"Orange is okay!"
“The final product competition in April is a sure win!”
Li Mao, Sun Jian, Chen Changhua and others gave thumbs up and expressed their admiration, which made Lou Cheng feel happy and refreshed.
He was about to clasp his fists in response when he suddenly felt a pain in his arms and hands. He hurriedly unbuttoned his clothes and rolled up his sleeves. He found several bruises, a little bit of redness and swelling, and his bones were also very sore.
"Are you okay? I brought ointment and it's in the locker room." Yan Zheke looked over and asked with a hint of distress.
Huh? After hearing these words, Li Mao, Lin Hua and others immediately turned their eyes over, looking back and forth between Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke.
And Yan Zheke also realized that he had taken too much initiative and became the focus of everyone's attention. His pretty face suddenly turned red, he was shy and timid, and he was extremely beautiful.
Lou Cheng's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he went to the dressing room to apply ointment? The two of them got along?
He retained the last trace of reserve and said: "Lin Que is about to compete. As a teammate, it doesn't seem right to not watch and cheer, right?"
Sun Jian behind him couldn't help his "hypocrisy" and shouted: "Lin Que's opponent is only an amateur, what's so good about him? Go apply ointment quickly, don't leave any hidden wounds and affect next week's game!"
"Okay!" Lou Cheng was waiting for others to persuade him, so he stood up immediately and looked at Yan Zheke.
Yan Zheke had long regretted making this suggestion. She felt her face was burning hot and she immediately rolled her eyes at him. However, after looking at his bruises and swelling, she pursed her lips, turned her head, stood up, and blushed.
Avoiding all eyes but walking towards the dressing room quite arrogantly.
Lou Cheng looked at her swaying back and followed behind with his mind wandering, hearing the low voices of Li Mao and others cheering in his ears.
"Tsk, tsk, the current juniors are amazing!" Chen Changhua sighed with emotion.
How come you, a college student who practices martial arts, have been single for four years?
Li Mao also sighed: "I always thought there was no hope of catching him..."
It's like he feels that his future in martial arts is just like that...
There was no one around in the locker room. Yan Zheke turned around, put his hands behind his back, and snorted:
"Tell me why you agreed! You should ask me to take out the ointment and apply it on the outside yourself!"
Lou Cheng suddenly felt like he was flirting, and he pretended to be pitiful and said: "But I can't apply it myself. It's on both hands, and it hurts a lot."
"Really?" Yan Zheke hurriedly checked. As a girl from a martial arts family, she still had corresponding eyesight. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There are no injuries on the bones. You sit down while I get the ointment."
She trotted to the locker, took out the ointment, sat next to Lou Cheng, raised her bruised right hand, squeezed out the ointment, and kneaded it with specific techniques.
Lou Cheng's eyes have been chasing her figure, following her busyness. At this moment, he is looking at the girl beside him, at her skin that can be broken by a blow, at her remaining thin red cheeks, at her flushed face.
Looking at her moist lips, looking at her slightly distressed expression, looking at her focused and gentle eyes, although there were bursts of pain in the right hand where it was being kneaded, she was so happy that she even felt drunk without being drunk.
The feeling of being drunk.
At this moment, he looked forward to eternity.
After rubbing away the bruises on his hands, Yan Zheke rolled his eyes and pretended to be normal: "Which cabinet is yours? Let me bring your shoes over. It's not good to keep barefoot on the ground."
"That." Lou Cheng pointed, enjoying the girl's thoughtfulness and tenderness.
"Keep rubbing it yourself~" Yan Zheke wiped her hands with the tissue next to her, then turned and walked towards the cabinet.
When she took out Lou Cheng's sneakers, she deliberately blocked her sight with her back, quickly and carefully read the markings, then raised the corners of her mouth and took the shoes back with a smile that couldn't be concealed.
"What makes you so happy?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
Yan Zheke smiled and said: "I thought that if you didn't bring these shoes, you would have to go back barefoot!"
"Who would use martial arts shoes as daily items?" Lou Cheng replied with a relaxed mind and body.
His socks were gloriously damaged just now, so he could only wear shoes barefoot for the time being.
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"Ah ah ah! Lou Cheng is so handsome!" Yan Xiaoling stared at the playback on the screen while sending a voice message to Huan Fan.
Huan Fan smiled crisply and said: "The scene of him turning around and leaving with bare feet perfectly fits all my expectations and fantasies about the mysterious master!"
"I heard from the commentary that the ninth-level loser was very strong, close to the Dan realm. Haha, he is now praising our Lou Cheng crazily, saying that he is not only a genius, he has been at the ninth level for half a year, but he is also good at actual combat and good at
Seize the opportunity..." Yan Xiaoling was satisfied and wanted to give the commentator a thumbs up.
While the two girls were chatting and laughing, Yan Xiaoling opened the webpage, logged into the forum, and prepared to create posts related to this trial.
The page popped up, and she suddenly rubbed her eyes, somewhat suspecting that she had read the wrong number.
Yesterday there were only four fans following it, how come there are now 368?
How many times has this doubled?
"Fan Fan, Fan Fan, go to the forum quickly! I think there is something wrong with my eyes!" Yan Xiaoling quickly sent a message to Huan Fan.
After a while, Huanfan replied weakly: "There seems to be something wrong with my eyes."
In this forum, the "Unparalleled Dragon King" silently posted a message:
"Building Information Collection"
"Name: Lou Cheng."
"Occupation: Student."
"Age: Nineteen."
"School attended: Songcheng University."
"Martial Arts Level: Strong Professional Ninth Level."
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In the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall, most of the disciples and students are desperate and full of loss. Only a few core disciples who know Pan Chengyun's true strength still hold on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that he can turn the tide of the war as a secret weapon.
As long as Lin Que is defeated, the third martial artist from Songcheng University will not even have an amateur rank!
Pan Chengyun adjusted his breathing and stood opposite Lin Que. Since they were both playing for the first time, there was no problem of physical recovery. Therefore, even though there was no time for dialogue, the referee was not in a hurry to announce the start of the game. Instead, he called the staff to clean up the debris in the ring.
, so as not to interfere with the subsequent battle.
After a lot of work, he confirmed with the two warriors, then waved his right hand and said loudly:
"start!"
Pan Chengyun knew that his ninth-level professional strength could not be hidden from Lin Que for long, and it would be exposed after a few moves, so he planned to go all out from the beginning to seize the opportunity that the other party despised.
He imagined the spreading flames, "igniting" his whole body. He tensed his waist and back, pushed down, exerted force on his legs and feet, and suddenly pounced on Lin Que, several meters away.
Lin Que did not give in, strode forward, paused suddenly, exerted force on his feet, his body trembled slightly, his temples immediately bulged, he pulled back his right arm, and completed the explosion and electric shot in a very short distance, hitting Pan Chengyun like a meteor.
.
And Pan Chengyun also completed his first explosion, as if he was holding a giant hammer and struck hard.
boom!
As soon as the two collided, Pan Chengyun felt as if he had been hit by a bomb. His whole body was shaken, his bones were shaking, his energy and blood were rolling, his five internal organs were uncomfortable, and his fascial muscles were unable to exert force for a while!
Lin Que came closer, pulled out his left arm and rested on his neck.
"The third game, Lin Que wins!" The referee suddenly wanted to laugh. This game ended faster than the first game. It was indeed a battle between professional ninth-level players and amateur first-level players. The gap was indeed quite huge.
Lin Que didn't look at Pan Chengyun, his expressionless face showed a somewhat thoughtful look, and whispered to himself:
"Sure enough, you have to be like him and try your best from the beginning?"
While speaking, Lin Que raised his hand, turned around and walked out of the ring with neither joy nor sadness. There was indeed nothing to be happy about defeating a first-class amateur opponent.
Pan Chengyun stared blankly, suddenly wanting to shout loudly and declare the truth to everyone.
I am a professional ninth grader, not an amateur first grader!
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