To be honest, if he wanted to add a label to himself, Lou Cheng felt that he would definitely have "like food". When he first came to Yanling, he wanted to experience the special flavors here, but all this failed.
"" Two words, in order to ensure that I would not get on the train with an empty stomach on the return day, I could only spend one penny in half, budget carefully, and satisfy my hunger with simple roadside meals.
Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at the local specialty roast duck opposite, swallowed his saliva, and silently recited two sentences: "Heaven will entrust a great responsibility to this person, and it will have to work hard for his mind and body.
Hungry for their skin, hungry for their skin, hungry..."
Smiling to himself, he took out his cell phone and chatted for a while with Yan Zheke, who was taking a rest after dinner. He waited for the other party to start practicing martial arts, then slowly wandered back to the martial arts venue.
Throughout the afternoon, he wandered around different arenas, watching the competitions of each warrior, like a sponge thrown into the water, eagerly absorbing the essence of various fighting styles, and acting out his own responses in his mind.
Even in high school, when he knew that studying was the best way out, he was not as proactive, so devoted, and so selfless as he is now. He even completely forgot about visiting forums, posting topics on Weibo, and watching video highlights.
After the game, he returned to the hotel, took off his coat, and went to a nearby small park, where he turned every bit of today's accumulation and gains into practice.
If you think about it a hundred times, it’s better to practice it once!
The punches were like cannons, and the blows were like hammers. Lou Cheng's punches and kicks tore through the airflow, making a crisp sound, very rhythmic, ferocious and crazy, as if a violent storm was coming. When he reached the peak of practice, every time he
The attacks became more and more terrifying, with a crashing sound, just like a rolling torrent, roaring and rushing, commanding downwards, and drowning everything.
The sky was getting dark, and snowflakes were falling. They danced wildly in the air with Lou Cheng's every move. Suddenly, the sound of fists and kicks around him stopped, and he shot out quickly with his right palm, as fast as thunder. His strength was half contained and half exposed, and he stopped it in one move.
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As soon as this palm was retracted, the left palm came out again, and the two took over, with almost no gaps, mixed with low kicks, weaving a soft and dense network of attacks.
If "Big Avalanche" is Blizzard's most masculine and terrifying ferocity and madness, then this set of palm techniques is Blizzard's most feminine and deadly ferocity and madness. It invades silently from the beginning and is so "fast" that it is almost impossible to avoid.
"Cold", until it hits you, there is nothing you can do to resolve it!
The second "power" of "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" is chilling to the bones!
After fighting several times, Lou Cheng stopped his move, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and turned it into white smoke like an arrow. This fighting method is indeed derived from the "Bingbu" secret skill. Every time he exercises, he will gain new gains.
Not wanting to go back to the hotel, he immediately took out his cell phone and sent a message to Yan Zheke to share his joy.
"I had the same feeling when I was practicing martial arts this afternoon. Maybe this is the charm of martial arts." Yan Zheke responded with a red-faced smile, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My cousin wants to take me shopping, I'm so tired (poor).
"
Lou Cheng said with concern: "I won't go if I'm tired. I refuse her righteously."
At this point, he joked again: "If you don't dare, I'll tell you for you!"
"No, she said she wanted to treat me to delicious food, and I was tempted." Yan Zheke made a smiley face covering her mouth, "When shopping, my cousins are monsters. They don't get tired after three or four hours.
I feel like I’m on par with what you have.”
Lou Cheng thought for a while and made a scornful expression: "I think I will lose."
The body will not be tired, but the mind will be!
After chatting and laughing, after dinner, and returning to the hotel, Lou Cheng took off his clothes, entered the bathroom, and let the hot water pour down on his body, washing away all the dust and mental fatigue.
He was so comfortable that he squinted his eyes, and his vision was filled with water and misty.
Thinking about the experience of these three days, Lou Cheng did feel like he was dreaming, but his own growth was so real, as if he was completing some kind of transformation, and perhaps a little mature.
After taking a shower and drying his body, he hurriedly washed his clothes - because he didn't bring enough changes and he didn't trust the laundry service in such a small hotel, his martial arts clothes had not been washed for three days. Calculating the time, he just happened to change them.
For the second set, wait for the second set and wear it for three or four days. Even if this set is not dry, you can wear daily clothes and go home.
After doing all this, turning on the computer and downloading the video, he threw himself into bed, fell into softness, and felt the beauty of life.
Picking up his mobile phone and logging into QQ, Lou Cheng was about to chat with Yan Zheke who was shopping when a familiar avatar sent a message.
drop!
"Pang Jiang?" Lou Cheng muttered to himself.
This is Jiang Fei, my classmate and good friend in high school, who passed the exam in Guangnan.
Note: The guy whose nickname is "Pang Jiang" said: "Chengzi, when will you get home? Our class is planning to get together."
"I still have four or five days." Lou Cheng replied generally, "Who is going to participate?"
Jiang Fei replied: "It hasn't been decided yet, but it should be no less. Your school holidays are so late?"
"Some things have been delayed." Lou Cheng didn't say anything about the Little Martial Saint Arena Competition. If Jiang Fatty knew that he had become an amateur master, he would probably lose his glasses. After answering the question, he sent another message: "I want to
Please ask for a teacher?”
Jiang Fei said: "I don't know. Let's talk about it later. What program will we decide on? If we go to sing karaoke or something like that, it won't be a good idea to go with the teacher. If we go to a farmhouse, we can invite them to play cards and go fishing."
"Then count me in first, we haven't seen each other for a semester." Lou Cheng replied happily.
Jiang Fei replied with a smirk: "By the way, Chengzi, let me tell you some gossip."
"What gossip?" Lou Cheng also became interested.
Jiang Fei said: "Hey, when I came back, I met Du Liyu getting on the bus halfway and holding hands with Song Li from Class 3!"
Class 3? Isn't it Yan Zheke's class? Lou Cheng was shocked and replied: "They were admitted to the same school?"
"Absolutely, two schools in the same city very close to each other started hooking up after going back and forth. Hey, that's exactly what he said, I thought you were a fellow student, but you want to date me!" Jiang Fei typed quickly.
Oh, there was an arrow in the knee... Lou Cheng wiped away the non-existent cold sweat: "Pang Jiang, what happens next?"
"What else is there? I saw them, and they also saw me, and their hands parted instantly, telling me not to tell others, but what is our relationship, it doesn't matter if we talk about it." Jiang Fei made a laughing expression.
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Lou Cheng held the phone, laughed, and replied: "Why do you feel like you are just a nuisance? By the way, there are many beauties over there in Guangnan. Are you not in love?"
"Bah! There are many beauties, but our department is miserable. There are only five girls in this class in the entire department, known as the Five Golden Flowers." Jiang Fei made a heartbroken expression, "By the way, don't tell others about Du Liyu and the others.
Otherwise they will talk about me."
While Lou Cheng was chatting with Jiang Fei, he had already sent a message to Yan Zheke:
"Let me tell you some gossip! Du Liyu from our class is in love with Song Li from your class!"
After sending the message, he saw Jiang Fei's instructions, and the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.
To me, how can Yan Zheke be considered someone else!
After a few minutes, Yan Zheke responded with a "dumbfounded" expression: "What? This little girl Song Li is in love? When we chatted before, she didn't reveal anything at all! I have to go and interrogate her.
she!"
"Don't say I told you." Lou Cheng also warned him.
The secret spread because of people like me and Jiang Fei... I want to repent...
On the other side, Jiang Fei chatted for a while and then said: "Chengzi, Lao Cheng asked me to go out for a barbecue and drink. We'll talk later."
Cheng Qili is another good friend of Lou Cheng High School, and their friendship has become increasingly deepened because they were both day students.
"Go ahead and punch him for me. If I don't contact him, he won't contact me and he never takes the initiative to chat!" Lou Cheng made a joke.
Life in high school felt depressing and depressing at the time, but after a few months of college, when I look back on the past, I can appreciate the joy hidden in the heavy study. It was the most youthful period of my life.
Yan Zheke was shopping, chatting and "tortured". It was very hard. It took him a long time to reply to Lou Cheng with a "smug smile": "It's true! They have been well for two months. If you meet Du Liyu
, when I had the opportunity to help me bully him, he actually abducted my dear behind the table without saying a word!"
"We have a party before class." Lou Cheng sent a smirk with a "don't worry about me taking care of things" emoji.
"There is one in our class, but I can't go..." Yan Zheke returned the messy expression in the wind.
The two of them chatted together, warmly and happily. Lou Cheng took the opportunity to go shopping and read the content posted by his friends.
Suddenly, he saw that the director of the office, Zhao Qiang, had changed his QQ nickname to "Ze Jia" and his signature changed to "Thought Jiang Hua."
Uh... Lou Cheng was stunned and decided to pretend not to see it.
He checked the time on his phone and continued chatting with Yan Zheke. While waiting for a free moment, he opened his browser and logged into the official website of the Phoenix Cup Xiao Wu Sheng Arena to browse the game reports and subsequent schedule.
He saw his own figure in the highlights of the competition, got up with difficulty, and downloaded it on his computer. As for the subsequent schedule, because there are only 103 warriors left in the competition, there will be a fourth round of knockout matches tomorrow morning.
One person will have a bye, and fifty-one battles will be held in five arenas. In the afternoon, twelve warriors will be lucky enough to advance through the bye and directly participate in the group stage. The remaining forty players will fight against each other for the fifth round of eliminations.
"Two games a day, even if I don't have a bye in the afternoon, for me, the physical advantage will be maximized. Without encountering professional ninth-level players, entering the group stage will not be a problem. Now only the fourth round is left.
"Lou Chengruo was thinking.
This is not a game. The consumption of physical strength is not only reflected in pure attributes, but also leads to a decrease in strength, a slowdown in speed, and a comprehensive and comprehensive decrease.
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The next day, Lou Cheng still got up at 5:30 and did his daily exercise in a nearby small park.
At 7:20, he returned to the hotel, washed away the sweat, tidied himself up, then picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan Zheke:
"morning!"
Almost at the same time, Yan Zheke also sent a message:
"morning!"
There was a tacit understanding and a smile suddenly appeared. Lou Cheng felt that the beginning of the day was so wonderful.
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In the martial arts venue, Lao Zheng and other spectators entered one by one and came to the big screen to look at today's match list.
He subconsciously looked for Qi Loucheng's number and name, because there were only fifty-one games, and the corresponding content quickly caught his eye.
"He? This opponent is not easy to deal with. The service desk recommended his game on the first day." Old Zheng took a breath.