Gao Xiaoguang was also among the many anchors, answering questions from the audience. Because of his special relationship with Ying Yue, there were a lot of people in his live broadcast room.
"Anchor, when will your boss arrive?"
Some netizens were impatient with waiting and asked impatiently.
"I just made a call. I'll be there in half an hour!"
Gao Xiaoguang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and answered questions from netizens.
"We still have to wait half an hour, I'm so anxious!"
"Yes, anchor, please call and urge him to come over quickly and kill Li Chengchao. I have long disliked this stick!"
"Hurry up, hurry up..."
Just when netizens were complaining, a figure suddenly floated down from the audience and landed on the field like a sharp arrow.
In the blink of an eye, he had arrived opposite Li Chengchao!
"Huh? Who's here, Ying Yue?"
As soon as this person came on stage, it was like dropping a bomb into a calm lake, and the audience who had been complaining instantly fell silent.
The stadium became silent!
There are also gaps in the barrages in the live broadcast room!
I saw a middle-aged monk wearing gray robes, saying softly: "Amitabha, young monk Shilong, I have met Almsgiver Li!"
"Monk?"
"A monk is here?"
The audience's eyes lit up, and they looked at Shi Long with a hint of expectation. It must be said that movies and television have a great influence on people these days.
In the eyes of many people, the monks in the temple seem to have good kung fu. So, can this Shi Long defeat Li Chengchao?
Everyone is looking forward to it!
"Hahaha, Shi Long is finally here, great!"
"With Shi Long here, Li Chengchao will definitely be defeated!"
"Li Chengchao has been defeated! He has been completely defeated!"
"Yes, he lost. From the moment Shi Long came on stage, his defeat was determined!"
Li Xuanyi and others were also in the audience. They were very nervous at first, but when Shi Long appeared, they were completely relieved.
Shi Long, the chief martial monk of Shaolin Temple, is a martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a century. He is so powerful that he ranks among the top five in Chinese martial arts.
As long as he is here, Li Chengchao will definitely be defeated.
"Are you the chief monk of Shaolin Temple, Shi Long?"
Li Chengchao looked at Shi Long with a hint of excitement in his eyes: "In the past few years, I have gone to Shaolin more than once to challenge you, but you have always avoided fighting. Why did you come today instead?"
“Had to come!”
Shi Long clasped his hands together and said softly.
"I had to come. I thought there would be many Xiao Xiaoxiao coming to die, but I didn't expect you to be the first one to challenge me. To be honest, I'm very happy!"
Li Chengchao smiled and said: "Looking at the entire Chinese martial arts world, you are the only opponent that can interest me. Come on, let me see how powerful the Shaolin monks are!"
"Amitabha, the donor, has been offended!"
Shi Long said the Buddha's name, and his aura suddenly changed, from being ordinary before to becoming sharp and strong, as if a sharp sword was unsheathed in an instant.
"As expected of the chief monk of Shaolin!"
Sensing Shi Long's change, Li Chengchao's eyes lit up, he tiptoed and slid forward like a roller skate.
The speed is neither too fast nor too slow, neutral and peaceful.
But in just a moment, he appeared in front of Shi Long.
"excuse me!"
Shi Long's eyes were focused, and he clenched his hands into claws, with a cold light flickering on his fingertips. He grabbed Li Chengchao's neck, not only as fast as lightning, but also with unparalleled force.
Shaolin's unique skill - Dragon Claw Hand!
Li Chengchao was so happy to see Hunter Xin that he advanced instead of retreating. His fists turned into two fingers and pointed at Shi Long's palm.
A little broken claw!
"puff--"
With a slight sound of breaking through the air, four fingers came first and then gently touched Shi Long's palm. A terrifying force was transmitted to both hands through the fingertips. Shi Long's expression did not change and he suddenly shook his hand.
The sharp ten fingers suddenly dug into Li Chengchao's four fingers, and with a "stab" sound, the four fingers became covered with blood, and a layer of flesh was scraped off.
Scratching trees will leave marks, scratching flesh will make holes!
This is the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!
"he got hurt?!"
"Li Chengchao is injured!"
Seeing this scene, the audience was overjoyed, their expressions instantly became excited, and they were extremely excited.
Yes, excited.
Ever since Li Chengchao appeared, he has maintained an arrogant attitude, but now, he is finally injured!
The audience seemed to see the hope of victory, how could they not be excited?
Li Cheng stepped back and looked at the gaps between his four fingers, his eyes shining brightly: "Okay, okay! You deserve to be the monk Shi Long, and you deserve to be the Shaolin dragon claw hand!"
But Shi Long didn't give him a chance to breathe, and his claws turned into phantoms. Accompanied by a whistling sound breaking through the air, one claw after another clawed at Li Chengchao like a violent storm.
Faced with such an offensive, Li Chengchao seemed to be unable to resist, and kept retreating. In the blink of an eye, he retreated from one side of the stadium to the other, making the audience excited and cheering.
"come on! Come on!"
"Defeat Li Chengchao!"
"Everyone in the audience, have you seen it? This master has already suppressed Li Chengchao and fought. His momentum is like a rainbow. He seems to have taken the initiative in the competition. Victory is right in front of him!"
A beautiful anchor was excited and incoherent. She couldn't bear to see the competition on the field, but she didn't forget to explain it to the audience.
"Master Shi Long, come on, fight to the death!"
"The stick will lose, but the dragon will win!"
"Must win! Must win! Must win!"
I don’t know who got started first. The two words “must win” were like sparks of a prairie fire, instantly erupting and resounding throughout the stadium.
"Must win! Must win! Must win!"
Everyone was shouting and roaring crazily.
The roars of more than 3,000 people gathered together were so earth-shattering that they almost toppled the ceiling.
Even people watching the live broadcast on computers and mobile phones were infected and started shouting involuntarily.
"We must win! We must win!"
"Haha, I knew I would win, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. I am worthy of Shi Long and the chief monk of Shaolin!"
Li Xuan clapped his hands and laughed, and the others were also very happy.
However, just when Li Chengchao was losing ground and everyone thought Shi Long was about to win, an accident happened.
Li Chengchao suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blue smoke that was difficult to detect with the naked eye and sprayed it onto Shi Long's face.
"ah--"
Suddenly attacked by this smoke, Shi Long instinctively blocked it. However, when masters compete with each other, the outcome often depends on one and a half moves.
This stage gave Li Chengchao a chance!
He seized the opportunity and kicked Shi Long in the stomach. With a "bang", Shi Long was kicked out like a ball.
However, Shi Long's physical fitness was obviously super strong. He volleyed a few somersaults and landed steadily. Just when he was stabilizing his body and preparing to continue attacking, his eyes suddenly became blurry.
"what happened?"
Shi Long shook his head vigorously, and his eyes became clear again, but when he prepared to attack again, his eyes began to blur again.
Sometimes it's blurry, sometimes it's clear, and it's so repetitive that it seriously affects Shi Long, and in this process, Li Chengchao didn't show any mercy.
He punched out and hit Shi Long hard on the face.
A kick flew out and kicked Shi Long hard in the stomach.
Li Chengchao seemed to want to vent all his previous grievances. Attacks fell like raindrops. Shi Long tried his best to resist, but his eyes were bad, so he could only passively take the beating.
"what happened?"
"Why did it suddenly become like this?"
"What happened to Shi Long..."
The sudden change caught the audience off guard. From Li Chengchao blowing out blue smoke to Shi Long being pressed down and beaten, it only happened in a second or two.
At first, people didn't react, but when they did, everyone was shocked.
"Who the hell can tell me what the hell happened?"
The audience was so anxious, you looked at me, I looked at you, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but they were powerless and could only watch Shi Long being brutally tortured.
"Cheating!"
"Li Chengchao must be cheating!"
Li Xuan jumped up angrily, with blue veins popping out on his face: "This despicable villain must be cheating. Look at Shi Long, he keeps shaking his head and opening and closing his eyes. There is obviously something wrong with his eyes!"
"Despicable! Shameless!"
"Li Chengchao is a great master of martial arts and is famous all over the world. I didn't expect him to be such a despicable villain. He has totally disgraced Pu Zhengtai!"
"This bastard..."
The others were also trembling with anger, their faces were so gloomy that they could drip with water, and they wished they could eat Li Chengchao alive, but they had no choice.
This is not a formal competition, there are no rules!
The situation on the field changed suddenly. From the previous situation where Li Chengchao was being suppressed and beaten, now it has become Shi Long being suppressed and beaten.
Moreover, Shi Long was even worse, as he had no power to fight back.
"Die!"
Li Chengchao smiled evilly, and fired twenty punches and seventeen kicks in one breath. The last one hit Shi Long hard on the head with a backspin kick.
"puff!"
Shi Long suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards at a terrifying speed. Finally, he hit the crowd of reporters, smashed several cameras, and stopped.
The whole place was dead silent!
It's so quiet!
But soon, the crowd exploded, and a huge angry voice suddenly erupted from the audience: "You're cheating! Li Chengchao must be cheating!"
"He used despicable means!"
"Despicable villain, get out of here!"
"You are not welcome in China..."
The crowd was excited and their faces were filled with unexpressable anger.
In the past few days, everyone has hated Li Chengchao, but now it's good that he actually defeated Master Shi Long with despicable means.
Let me ask, who can endure it?
The angry audience stood up one after another, throwing snacks and garbage at Li Chengchao, and at the same time yelling curses to vent their anger.
"snort!"
Faced with this situation, Li Chengchao sneered repeatedly and said nothing. He just picked up the plaque of the Sick Man of China, raised it high above his head, and signaled to the audience.
The sick man of China!
The sick man of China!
The sick man of China!
"Li Chengchao, you are too arrogant!"
"Beat him to death! Beat this bastard to death!"
"You bastard bastard, you are so angry with me. I really want to chop this bastard to death!"
The audience's emotions were a little out of control, and many people were even preparing to rush down the auditorium and beat up Li Chengchao, when an indifferent voice suddenly came from the sky above the stadium.
