To win... to win is to not really win. You can only use some tactics to tie the opponent, barely perform the teacher's stunts, and at the same time low-key announce your existence in the town.

Wu Wan waved to Jin Wei. One moment he was smiling, and the next he straightened up his handsome face that had been exposed to the wind and sun for half a year and had lost all its charm. He stood on the right side of the ring with his head held high.

Since ancient times, you have lost to the left side of the wave!

"Junior brother, don't be too nervous," Dong Peng said loudly, "Who will win this beast's blood!"

Behind the gate of the General's Mansion, several young people pushed each other, and finally four or five hands pushed the thinnest one out.

Dong Peng frowned when he saw this, but still showed a gentle smile.

"Please come on stage!"

"Me, me?"

The young man turned his head and glared at the few people behind the door, but after all, he was still at a competitive age and did not want to be embarrassed in front of so many people. He immediately raised his hand and stepped forward.

After the two announced their names and stood facing each other, Dong Peng said, "That's it," and then turned around and retreated under the ring.

Hundreds of townspeople fell silent at this moment, staring longingly at the two young men on the stage.

In fact, they knew it well. The truly outstanding young people had already gone to those big cities to become apprentices. Who would stay in this remote country? The children of the martial arts masters in the town had long been sent out through connections.

As long as these two kids don't fight like normal people, they'll be fine.

"please!"

Wu Wang cupped his hands and shouted softly, retreated with his left leg, and put his hands into a rough starting position of boxing, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

'Can't win, can't lose.'

The young man was also inspired to fight. At this moment, he clasped his fists, lifted one foot, raised his hands flat, and shook his head suddenly. His long hair was shaking slightly, his eyes were bright, and he let out a strange cry, like a white crane.

Ming.

"Wow!"

There is a spiritual energy swaying around this person.

Wu Wan's eyes lit up. Although this spiritual energy had neither quality nor quantity, it did indeed exist.

This is the practitioner!

Wu Wan lunged forward, preparing to throw a straight punch without any fancy, so that the opponent would have a fist-to-punch contest with him!

The young man opposite's eyes burst out with sharp light, he bent his legs, jumped, and jumped half a foot away with lightning speed. His eyes were filled with light, and he let out a strange cry:

"Wow!"

'Choose to avoid my edge?'

Wu Wan opened his posture again and waited for two breaths. When he saw that the opponent had integrated with the moves, he secretly praised him in his heart. He leaned forward, exerted force under his feet, and punched forward towards the opponent!

The young man opposite him bent his legs, jumped, and moved with lightning speed...

"Wow!"

Wu Wan clenched his fist and charged forward.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow……"

With a slight snort, Wu Wan stood in the middle of the ring, raised his left foot, and dropped it slightly. The two wooden boards building up the ring trembled at the same time. The wooden board under the "Wow" young man's one foot suddenly exploded, catching the opponent by surprise.

Then, the single leg supporting the body immediately fell into the ring.

Wu Wang rushed forward, and the young man opened his hands almost subconsciously, and a slightly panicked sound came from his mouth...

"Wow...it's stuck! My leg is stuck!"

Two middle-aged men jumped up quickly.

Wu Wangong handed over his hands and calmly walked to the corner of the ring and stood there, with mixed feelings in his heart. For a moment, he felt that his life was full of absurdity.

These young practitioners in the town of love are not practicing martial arts for fighting, but the kind of martial arts performed by the two middle-aged martial arts masters before.

Why is this a tie? The opponent can't even fight with me.

Dong Peng jumped onto the ring and shouted again: "There is something wrong with the ring this time. It's a draw. Who's next?"

Who among the young people at the back dares to step in?

They all saw Wu Wang's stomp just now. They helped build this arena. How could they not know that the wooden boards of the arena exploded just now and it was Wu Wang who did it!

Wouldn't it be nice for them to look for this kind of opponent? They can hide if they can.

Dong Peng frowned and shouted: "But there is still..."

Suddenly I heard a chuckle from the outside of the crowd, and a female voice said: "This remote place is a remote place. Bidoudu is so perfunctory, thinking that he can have fun watching it."

The townspeople turned around and saw three figures crouching on a roof.

The speaker was the woman standing on the eaves.

She looks to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pretty face and a hot figure. She is wearing a short skirt and top, and the hem of the skirt can only cover her buttocks. It can be seen at a glance that her legs are quite strong, but they do not give people the slightest hint of strength.

feel.

At this moment, she was crossing her arms, her face was full of arrogance, and there was a bit of a sneer on her lips.

Next to the woman squatted a thin young man. At this moment, the young man was staring at Wu Wan, his expression seemed to be thinking.

Behind the young man and woman is a middle-aged woman, wearing a light red armor, with two short blades hanging on her waist and a long gun on her back.

The woman watched this scene with a smile, but did not speak.

The woman in the short skirt said: "If I win this little brother, will you give me the animal blood?"

Dong Peng said warmly: "I gave it to you."

"Okay, I'll do it!"

"Senior sister, you are no match for him."

The squatting young man whispered something and slowly stood up. His originally calm gaze was like a knife scraping at Wu Wan. He said, "Let me win back the beast's blood for you."

The woman in the short skirt blinked and smiled foolishly, her face was inexplicably red, and her long and toned legs were rubbing together, making her look extremely shy.

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, he jumped up a few times, and landed on the ring three times out of thin air.

The girl on the eaves said tremblingly: "Junior brother really likes me, junior brother, oh, junior brother..."

The middle-aged woman took two steps forward with a dark face, pulled the girl back, threw her to the roof behind, and stared at the ring calmly.

"Mo Feng."

The young man who showed off his superb physical skills when he appeared on the stage greeted Wu Wan with fists in his hands and a clear and calm voice.

Wu Wangong cupped his hands and said: "Qingshan."

"I know you," Mo Feng's chin raised slightly.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just as Wu Huan was about to speak, the thin young man in front of him suddenly rushed forward, his feet shaking continuously, and two afterimages of his body were pulled out from the left and right, and he waved at Wu Huan at the same time.

Fists and palms.

There is wind in the fist and light in the palm.

This guy is already a martial artist at a young age!

When Wu Wang saw that his hunting heart was happy, his body subconsciously reacted and immediately confronted him head-on.

'Only one martial skill can be used.'

The teacher's words passed through his heart. Wu Wan's momentum changed, his toes reached down, and his body began to move backwards while his chest and abdominal muscles tightened at the same time.

Mo Feng's fists and palms were all feints, his legs turned forward sharply, his left foot reached straight for Wu Wan's right knee, and his right fist's index finger reached forward, aiming accurately at Wu Wan's neck!

In the midst of lightning and flint, Wu Wang pushed his palm on Mo Feng's elbow, turned around, and passed Mo Feng back to back.

At this moment, Wu Wan had a chance to win directly, which was to use his hip muscles to collide with the opponent to unbalance the opponent's center of gravity, and then immediately turn around and attack.

But he finally endured it.

First, this is an arena competition, and winning or losing has nothing to do with life or death.

Secondly, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven should also pay attention to the degree of social death when his identity is exposed in the future.

You win by sticking your butt out. It’s really not nice to hear about this.

The two quickly opened up their stances. After a trial, Wu Huan had initially grasped Mo Feng's strength and began to calculate how to achieve a draw.

However, Mo Feng seemed to be ignited with fighting spirit, and he attacked Wu Wan with horizontal kicks and flying kicks, and his leg skills were fully demonstrated.

Wu Huan moved around, passing Mo Feng again and again. It seemed extremely dangerous, but in fact, he avoided the collision with Mo Feng every time and remained unscathed.

The townspeople below cheered and cheered endlessly.

The expression is very similar to [this young man, shit, this young man].

The eyelids of the martial arts masters twitched wildly, fearing that after the two young men finished fighting, they would "leapfrog and challenge" them.
To be continued...