The leader, Ni Mingfei, was wearing a training uniform with ancient characteristics. He stroked his beard and said: "I won't say more, Zhengquan, you are the second one to appear, so perform well."
"Yes, Master." Zhou Zhengquan nodded calmly.
Ni Mingfei looked at Hou Yue next to him who seemed unable to sit still: "Xiao Yue, you are the first one to appear. Whether Lin Que or Lou Cheng, they are both very good opponents. Go all out and see if you can compete with the best."
How far is there between the ninth level of professions?"
After hearing this, Hou Yue immediately stopped all his restlessness and liveliness, and said solemnly:
"Yes, Master!"
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In the live broadcast room of Donglin TV station, the host Wang Tian interrupted the guest Lin Maosheng and said with a smile: "The lineup and order of the two sides have been sent back from the front. The 'Donglin team' is Hou Yue, Zhou Zhengquan, Zhuo
Yanjun, the 'Songda Martial Arts Society' is Lou Cheng, Lin Que and Sun Jian."
"In other words, the first battle that is about to begin is between Hou Yue and Lou Cheng!"
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Hou Yue vs Lou Cheng!
Yan Xiaoling moved the video window and separated it from the live broadcast posts in the forum, focusing more attention on the game.
The lineup is certain, which means the battle can start at any time!
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Cai Zongming took the lead, Zhang Jingye, Wu Qian and the others hurried into the Wensheng sect's dojo. They were unfamiliar with the place and wasted a lot of time to find the competition venue halfway up the mountain, almost missing the beginning.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, they were startled by the somewhat solemn and quiet atmosphere. They thought they had gone to the wrong place, so they froze in place for a moment, looking left and right, until they found Lou Cheng and others walking out of the dressing room at their reserved seats.
After sitting down, he calmed down and exhaled.
"It feels weird..." Wu Qian leaned into Zhang Jingye's ear and said.
This made me feel depressed and uncomfortable, which was completely different from the lively atmosphere that allowed me to vent my emotions in advance!
In order to "cheer with the team" this time, Zhang Jingye learned a lot about martial arts knowledge, but he didn't quite understand the strangeness of the "Wen Sheng Sect"'s home court. He could only reluctantly explain: "Different home courts have different characteristics..."
The cool breeze blowing through the mountains made him shiver involuntarily, feeling that this place seemed like a tomb that had awakened ancient zombies.
Too old and too cold!
Cai Zongming coughed twice and drew the attention of Zhao Qiang and others. With a subtle feeling of taking a group of primary school students on a trip, he led them to find an empty seat and sit down.
At this time, the referee stepped onto the ring, looked at both sides and said loudly:
"In the knockout round of the top eight in the Songcheng Division, the Donglin team will face the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club."
"In the first round, Hou Yue faced Lou Cheng!"
Lou Cheng looked calm, took off his coat, and high-fived Yan Zheke beside him.
"Don't be careless..." Yan Zheke warned with bright eyes.
Lou Cheng smiled slightly: "Don't worry."
He mouthed "Coach Yan" again!
Regarding Hou Yue's issue, he and Yan Zheke had discussed it many times.
Seeing his girlfriend purse her lips and smile, he high-fived everyone along the way and shouted slogans to each other. Then he turned around and walked along the road to the ring under the watchful eyes of quiet spectators.
"Come on Lou Cheng!" Cai Zongming shouted subconsciously.
This was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere, and he immediately received looks that looked like an idiot. He couldn't help but blush, and whispered secretly, this is so embarrassing!
Hearing this lonely cheer, Yan Zheke, Guo Qing, and Lin Hua looked at each other, stood up from their seats, and shouted in unison:
"Come on Lou Cheng!"
This is the tacit understanding and emotion that the martial arts club has gradually gathered over the past few months.
With the response, Cai Zongming was no longer embarrassed, raised his hands, and shouted:
"Come on Lou Cheng!"
Why care about other people's eyes?
With him as an example, Wu Qian, Zhang Jingye and others gradually plucked up the courage and made a trumpet shape with their hands:
"Come on Lou Cheng!"
The voices echoed and encouraged each other. They slowly integrated into the group and shouted more enthusiastically. They responded to each other with Yan Zheke and others, breaking the quiet and rigid atmosphere.
There are not many people, but they are determined enough!
The audience in formal attire became a little restless and seemed to feel that doing nothing would be even more stupid, so they clapped their hands reservedly.
Amidst the chaotic applause, Lou Cheng stepped onto the ring with a smile, warmed by the cheers of Yan Zheke and Cai Zongming.
Opposite him, Hou Yue shook his legs, scratched the side of his head, and said with a sincere smile:
"You are very powerful. I'm a little nervous. Can you please don't talk to me?"
Lou Cheng laughed dumbly and nodded gracefully:
"OK!"
Sure enough, he is a child who is not yet eighteen years old... he thought in an old-fashioned way.
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During the three-minute conversation, in the live broadcast room of Donglin TV Station, the guest Lin Maosheng smiled slightly and said: "I looked at the information and found that Lou Cheng is already at the ninth level of the profession. There is no need to emphasize that although he has no
Although he is a ninth-grade person, his strength exceeds that of most professions in the ninth grade."
"For a while, I thought that Lou Cheng would try his best to develop his own abilities. After tempering his body to its current limit, he would find an opportunity to participate in the eighth-grade qualification competition and directly obtain the eighth-grade professional qualification." Host Wang Tianye
Then he sighed, "Coach Lin, do you think Hou Yue has hope of defeating Lou Cheng?"
Lin Maosheng thought for a while and said: "The hope is not high, but Hou Yue is a young man cultivated by the Wensheng Sect. He must have something special about him. If Lou Cheng underestimates the enemy, he may suffer some losses, which will affect the entire game.
The end result will have a big impact.”
Wang Tian nodded slightly and said: "Coach Lin is right. Our reporters at the front have interviewed several disciples of the Wensheng Sect and found that they are, um, confused about Hou Yue..."
While they were explaining, in Lou Cheng’s fan forum, “Huan Fan twisted his hands on his hips” and said:
"These people are really unprofessional, but Xiaolong is so good. He found out that our idol got a ninth-grade professional certificate that day!"
The "Unparalleled Dragon King" said in a daze: "When did I become a little dragon? Are you going to call me little loach in the future? Besides, if you know the name and the place of residence, you can find out by looking it up on the official website."
After spending a long time hanging out with the little girls like "Selling Wontons in the Fantasy Night is Coming", he felt that his mentality had become younger, and sometimes he would inadvertently act cute when he spoke.
The Internet is terrible!
"Xiaolong, Xiaolong, Xiaolong, how many moves do you think our Lou Cheng can use to defeat this monkey?" Yan Xiaoling asked eagerly.
The "Unparalleled Dragon King" replied with a contemptuous expression: "Don't underestimate any ninth-level professional. Without unexpected things, it will be difficult for Lou Cheng to win quickly!"
"Oh oh oh, I understand!" Yan Xiaoling didn't feel dissatisfied and didn't mind exposing her intelligence in this area.
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On the ring, Lou Cheng kept his promise and did not interfere with Hou Yue. While adjusting his condition to the best, he was finalizing the next strategy.
And during this process, he felt vaguely depressed and anxious as a storm was about to come.
Lou Cheng felt that this was not because of Hou Yue, but because of Zhou Zhengquan, who appeared second. Outsiders only knew that his physical strength had no limits and that he was not afraid of wheel battles, but they did not know that his energy was limited. "Leiyin Zhenchan" was okay, and "Frost Strength" was not bad.
"Currently, we can only hit three. If too many are consumed by Hou Yue, we may not be able to create the best chance for my uncle to win when facing Zhou Zhengquan.
You must save your energy as much as possible in this battle with Hou Yue!
And if you want to save energy, the best way is to go all out, never hold back, and strive to win or lose in four or five moves!
Lou Cheng took a breath, the ripples in the lake in his heart gradually stopped, and the water solidified into ice.
The referee looked at the electronic clock, raised his right hand, and waved it hard:
"start!"
Lou Cheng was like a sprinter who heard the sound of the starting gun. His long-prepared strength exploded. He kicked off his feet, bent his knees, and rushed towards Hou Yue quickly, like a hunting clouded leopard.
He knew that in addition to "Flying Fist", Hou Yue also visited famous teachers and learned a "monkey shape" kung fu, and was extremely good at dodging, so he did not directly prepare "Frost Strength" and "Leiyin Zhenchan".
If you miss, isn't that a waste of energy?
Facing Lou Cheng's attack, Hou Yue swayed like a nimble ape, dodging to the side of Lou Cheng, and pulled out his right leg abruptly and quickly.
At this moment, Lou Cheng's spine bounced, his back squirmed, his center of gravity swayed like mercury, and he changed direction in a flash, causing Hou Yue's kick to miss.
He immediately visualized billowing lead clouds in his mind, the corresponding muscles were compressed one after another, his back turned, and his right arm shook out, like a hammer being struck.
The sound of thunder shakes Zen!
Hou Yue's expression changed slightly, he suddenly fell back, and performed three somersaults in a row. Not only did he widen the distance, but he also steadily maintained his center of gravity.
Lou Cheng was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. He exerted force with his feet, cracked the bricks, and chased after him.
Although you turn backwards quickly, you are nowhere near as fast as I jump forward!
As soon as Hou Yue stopped, Lou Cheng had already caught up to him, tensed the muscles of his palm, forearm and upper arm, and punched out his left fist.