Old man Shi was sitting on the sofa, watching the big-screen TV with disdain. There was a bottle of white wine that had bottomed out on the edge of the coffee table in front of him.
Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated, playing an impassioned old melody.
Not that brat... Old man Shi glanced at it, breathed a sigh of relief, and chose to connect.
This call came from his old partner, "Yihou" Fei Dan.
"Your apprentice is incredible." Fei Dan sighed with a chuckle.
Old Man Shi blurted out immediately:
"What's there to be alarmed about?"
Fei Dan was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "I wasn't frightened."
Just a compliment to your apprentice!
"..." Old Shi suddenly became speechless. After a few seconds, he coughed twice.
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Lou Cheng, whose left shoulder was bandaged up, went to the VIP box belonging to the Longhu Club. While sharing various news and discussions with Yan Zheke, occasionally exchanging details of the battle just now, he watched the next game, from time to time.
A few comments with Dragon King, Lu Yan and Guo Jie.
In the sixth game, the "King of Swords" Wu Qiao Laoji Fufeng, with his heroic appearance still intact, defeated Taoist Yunyan of the Shangqing Sect.
He is a legend in the Chinese martial arts world. When he was young, he was seriously injured when he attacked Waigang in a war-torn area. Not only did he lose his left hand forever, but he also had many hidden dangers on his body. In those years, everyone thought that his martial arts was extinct.
It is impossible to jump over the dragon gate and achieve Waigang.
Who would have known that with his terrifyingly strong will and endurance, he could get out of the predicament little by little, break through the shackles, and then shine even more brilliantly. He won all the titles of King, Martial Saint, Grandmaster, Super Grade and Qilin, and won the "Peerless" title.
Before the "Double Pride" era, he and "Emperor Yi" alternately maintained the honor of having the most titles.
After the age of forty, he became more Taoist and became more peaceful and calm. It seems that it is because of this that he has maintained a relatively peak state now that he is nearly sixty years old.
Taking Tao as a sword is a "Tao sword"!
In the seventh game, "Luo Empress" Ning Zitong and "Wan Deng" Liang Yifan have superb body skills. They are like ghosts, unable to be caught, and strange attacks come again. The water is continuous, the earth is thick, the timekeeping is perfect, and the attack is majestic.
So they met their opponents, met their talents, and fought fiercely for nearly half an hour. In the end, the thirty-nine-year-old Liang Yifan defeated the "Ghost King" who was in his forties.
It should be said that his style itself was quite restrained against Ning Zitong, but after a long battle, the invasion of "anbu" was not trivial. When he ended the battle, his footwork was obviously weak, his aura was very weak, and his internal injuries were obviously serious.
In the eighth game, the "Joker" who has been in full swing for more than a year has encountered setbacks. In the fantasy realm of the Pure Land of the "Living Buddha", his spirit has been suppressed, his knowledge has been looked down upon, and he has tasted the feeling of being unable to use his power, which is quite aggrieved.
He lost the game, but his deadly counterattack also cost Shishan the victory and almost created an unusually rare draw.
Phew, the top eight were born... Lou Cheng looked at the audience seat opposite with half sigh and half expectancy.
There is half a floor empty there, which is used by the organizing committee, and the games that will determine the top four will be drawn soon.
After a brief review of the previous eight games, the head of the organizing committee coughed and took out the first ball in the silence of the entire stadium:
"Shushan Zhai, Wu Qiao!"
Speaking of which, I haven't touched the outer gang of Shushan Zhai... Lou Cheng waited with some anticipation and some nervousness.
In a short while, the opponent of the "King of Swords" is revealed, and the road to the "God-Decapitating Sword" is forever!
A battle of swords!
"Interesting." Lou Cheng exhaled and sighed with a smile.
As soon as his voice fell, he saw "Dragon King" Chen Qitao and coach Lu Yan both turning to look at him, as if to say, you are the only one who talks too much!
Well, speaking of it, if it weren't for Sister Ning, whether it was the Dragon King, the coach, or the martial arts idiot, they would all speak less and concisely, and the atmosphere would be relatively solemn and silent... Lou Cheng was not affected, and he was thinking about it, and then
I heard the name "Kilin" Dong Baxian.
You won't encounter this confident top three person in the world, right? Lou Cheng took a breath.
"Daxing Temple, the 'Living Buddha' is a good person!" The person in charge of the organizing committee shattered his illusions.
Immediately afterwards, the fifth ball was drawn:
"Dragon Tiger Club, Lou Cheng!"
Hiss, could it be that the "Dragon King" was drawn directly? Lou Cheng held his breath and waited for the result.
A few seconds later, the person in charge took out the sixth ball and showed it to the camera:
"Xinghai Club, Liang Yifan!"
Liang Yifan? Lou Cheng was startled when he heard this name. He felt that something had passed through the gap of time and space and fell into his mind from the distant past.
In an instant, the warrior wearing dark blue martial arts uniforms with an aura as earthy as the deep sea appeared in front of his eyes, but the background was not a professional competition or a title match, but the Songda Hotel in the dead of night.
That time, as a guest at the opening ceremony of the university martial arts club, "Wan Leng" came to Songcheng. As security personnel, he and Zuiwang were responsible for separating his fan club from his fan club at the entrance of the hotel. For the sake of the little fairy, he ignored his position.
Responsibility, I went to ask for an autograph...
The past is vivid in his mind. Five years have passed in a blink of an eye. Does he still remember what the "little security guard" who took the lead in asking for autographs looked like? Remember the security personnel who were almost overwhelmed by the fans and tried their best to resist? Still remember when the night was dark,
Are the Song students who are patrolling at the hotel entrance and can only look up at the high-rise guest rooms in the cold wind?
Thoughts raced through Lou Cheng's heart, making him look forward to this game.
Now, I stand in front of you again, as Waigang, as a challenger!
Lou Cheng averted his eyes, feeling full of regrets, but he decided not to mention the matter to Liang Yifan until he got the title and was interviewed in the future. For now, he only had a few words with classmate Ke Xiaoke and one of the people involved, the "King of Mouths"
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After sharing his feelings with his wife, he sent a message to classmate Xiao Ming:
"Liang Yifan was drawn...I instantly remembered the time when the two of us worked as security guards for him and used it as a human wall. It felt so amazing..."
"MMP." Xiao Ming replied.
Lou Cheng was dumbfounded and asked funnyly:
"Are you feeling inferior?"
"Go away! Just thinking about this incident makes me feel like I'm middle-aged now. It seems like a long, long time has passed!" Cai Zongming raised his hand to end the live broadcast, picked up the cup, and took a sip.
Then, he lay back, closed his eyes with a smile, sighed and said to himself:
"How could you forget?"
That youth, that dream, that passion, that looking up...
Chengzi, do you still remember what I said, let you replace us and fulfill the dream of martial arts. Now, you have done it...
So, you must keep going and keep going...
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In the VIP box of Xinghai Club, Fei Dan laughed out loud when he saw the lottery results:
"I just called his master and praised him for his rapid progress and promising future. But then you met him."
Liang Yifan had ordinary facial features and a gentle temperament. Hearing this, he smiled and said:
"Is this considered fate? Speaking of which, he and I are also quite fateful. When I was the opening guest of the university martial arts event, I went to Songda, and he just happened to embark on the path of martial arts. Unfortunately, he came and went in a hurry, and there was no trace of him.
I was able to meet him once, but I couldn't witness his starting point."
"At that time, who could have known that he would grow into what he is now? Even his master didn't dare to think so." Fei Dan shook his head and sighed, "You are seriously injured, and he was also hit by the 'Shocking Shot'.
Bureau."
"I'm looking forward to it." Liang Yifan nodded slightly.
As a super strong man who is in his prime and is striving for the first title in his life, he will not be afraid of any Waigang-level enemies, even the "Dragon King" and "Martial Saint"!
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The final set of duels has been determined without drawing lots. The strong "Dragon King" has strong luck and will meet the challenge of Shushan Zhai Luoxian.
Back at the hotel, Lou Ben wanted to browse Liang Yifan's recent battle videos before going to bed, but he couldn't help but think of the past, full of emotions, so he took a small vacation for himself.
"Can you still find the signature of Liang Yifan that I gave you?" he asked Yan Zheke with a smile.
"Of course!" The girl quickly took a photo and put the signature in her diary.
Without waiting for Lou Cheng's reply, she looked at the sky "arrogantly" and said:
"This is someone who tried his best to get scolded by the deputy director of the Ministry of Security and almost got punished. I can only reluctantly save it."
Lou Cheng was stunned and said, "You, you know about this?"
I haven't "showed off" to you, have I?
Yan Zheke "pushed up his sunglasses and smiled proudly": "What can you hide from me? Hey, you were much cuter back then! You know how to bully me now!"
"...That's not what you said before. You said that I am more mature and manly now..." Lou Cheng defended with a smile.
"No way!" The girl denied without hesitation, "Tell me in your conscience, have I said that?"
Lou Cheng immediately replied with a "serious face":
"No!"
"That's right." Yan Zheke changed the subject, "I remember that your goal was to be in the top four?"
When she said this, her eyes showed a smile, she suddenly pursed her mouth, rolled half a circle, and leaned on the pillow. She felt that her typing became softer, as if she was speaking softly: