MTL - Martial Arts Master-Chapter 82 Not a farce

Even if it is separated by a certain distance, Lou Cheng, who naturally enters the state of the condensate pile, can feel the terrible air of the short-skinned man. The surrounding area seems to be empty, the cold moon is high, the wind is bitter, and the eyes are green. The giant wolf is yelling at the sky, ready to go, making people shudder.

This ... Lou Cheng was shocked, the short-skinned man's momentum can directly cause spiritual and spiritual impact on himself?

This is something that Lin deficiency, Ye Youting and Wang Hao can't do!

Snapped!

The short-skinned man who deliberately picked up the voice just fell, and the right arm was pulled back. As the bow was tight, a punch shot out, and it was strong and powerful, and the wind was short.

The young man did not expect him to start playing without saying anything. He couldn’t wait for more reaction. He could only move forward with one arm and put on the most defensive posture.

A muffled sound, his body swayed, blocking the blow, and the short-skinned man jumped to the side with a rebounding force, shouting:

"You have a lot of people, you don't know anything about you!"

As he spoke, he quickly left, and the disciples of the ancient Gushan martial arts stood blank and stood still, and did not figure out what happened.

Because of the trivial matter and the dispute between people and the roadside, it is not too rare to do it. It’s so ridiculous, it’s too strange, right?

The person who took the initiative to pick up the matter just left for a moment and left, and couldn’t understand what he thought!

If it is really taboo, there are so many people here, why bother to take a shot?

Is it a blow, and it is going to be far away?

Lou Cheng is also inexplicable, and the selection of the Gushan martial arts has passed like this? The people over there have invited a strong professional of nine products. As for children like a house?

"Dear brother, isn't it?" Qin Rui returned to God, and quickly asked the eight division brother Dai Linfeng, he is the strongest of the martial arts disciples of this generation, 20 years old has been amateur, even in Shibo Shishu The generation is only worse than Master.

Dai Linfeng took the next arm and was slightly puzzled. "It's okay, it may be a momentary impulse. Let's go in, don't let Master and Wei Directors wait for them for too long."

The man’s strength is not worse than himself. The result is such an inexplicable conflict.

Fortunately, I am fine, I don’t want to understand it, I don’t want to...

The disciples of the Gushan Wuguan and the classmates in the Loucheng class were even more unclear. So they turned the episode away and stepped into the Beiyuan venue.

"It's weird..." Lou Cheng frowned slightly, whispering a word.

Next to Jiang Fei’s ears, he heard his words and was surprised: “What is weird? Isn’t it that small friction has not turned into a big conflict? We are really crowded here.”

Lou Cheng looked around and circled. Seeing no one paying attention to his dialogue with Jiang Fei, he lowered his voice: "The guy just had a professional nine-piece. If it is really difficult, the response is obviously slow. Not hurt?"

"Professional nine products?" Jiang Fei almost did not control his voice, "So how did he go through a rush and rushed?"

"So I said weird..." Lou Cheng snorted.

Jiang Fei looked at him with a puzzled look: "You can't read it wrong? He only made a punch. He couldn't prove that he was a professional nine. You didn't care what brother you wore."

"No mistakes." Lou Cheng sternly replied, the feeling of the violent transformation of the blood and the shocking momentum can not make a fake!

"...forget it, there is nothing wrong with it anyway." Jiang Fei groaned, seeing no good explanation, simply choose to forget.

The martial arts venues of the conference villas are not large, and the platform is standard. The distance between the seats and the seats is only two or three steps, only five rows high, but can accommodate hundreds of spectators.

But this is only a private venue for guests who like martial arts, regardless of the audience.

The dome lamp shines brightly and hangs brightly. The left side of the entrance has already taken a bunch of people. The first is a middle-aged man in his forties. His suit is dressed and his hair is neatly combed back. Light, the bags under the eyes are heavy, the spirit is not too good, but there is a majesty that has long been in the upper position.

Seeing Dai Linfeng, Lou Cheng and others entering, he first smashed, and immediately greeted him. One left and one right followed by two and a half hundred old men, one with sharp eyes, but his face was very heavy, and his eyes were slightly muddy. But the maintenance is very good, no white hair and no wrinkles.

The blood of the two of them is still relatively strong, at least it can be turned into a substantial air machine, that is to say, there are still some physical qualities of the professional nine products.

"Director, Master." Dai Linfeng and other disciples of the ancient mountain martial arts hurriedly salute.

Wei Renjie, the director of the Foundation, laughed and said: "Dai Xiaoyou has a good head. Today, I have to show my strength. Are these friends?"

"President, this is my high school classmate. I just gathered today to cheer for me." Qin Rui had waited for this opportunity and went out to find a familiar face.

"High school? I don't know which high school students are high school?" Wei Renjie greeted with an approachable attitude.

Qin Rui quickly explained: "We have just graduated for half a year, and we are one of them. These two are our class teacher, Wu teacher and Xin teacher."

"Mr. Wu, I have heard, we are a special teacher." Wei Renjie went to the front of Lao Wu and took his hand. "I also graduated from the middle school. It is the brother of the classmates." You are the morning sun, the pillars of our Xiushan in the future. If you graduate from college, you can't forget your hometown."

He spoke in a full-fledged manner, but he was really happy when he saw his classmates. He remembered that his classmates were the most youthful and most eager.

As a special teacher, Lao Wu has also seen many leaders, especially those whose children are still in the schooling stage. He is very enthusiastic about him, so he is not awkward. He smiles and says: "I am no stranger to the governor. The pride of one, after the university graduated, he also took the initiative to apply to return home, the old principal mentioned you, it is full of praise."

His words were scratched to the itch of Wei Renjie, and the smile from the bones was full of smiles. "I haven't been to the old principal for a long time. Come, come, let's take a seat."

"What are we organizing to participate in the trials? First, the reputation of Xiushan, and the country's resources are tilted. The third thing is not to let everyone pay more attention to the martial arts and improve their interest in physical fitness. You can see this. I am very happy with the competition. I have a little achievement. Dear students, you can't ignore the martial arts while you are studying, and you will ignore the physical strength. Otherwise, you will be like me, and you will not get old."

Wei Renjie talked about the richness, and introduced two old people to Lou Cheng and others: "The two predecessors are the mainstay of our Xiushan martial arts circle. This is the owner of the Gushan martial arts museum, Mr. Chu Weicai, Mr. Chu. It is the owner of the Mingwei martial arts museum, Mr. Ning Xun, Mr. Lining."

Chu Wei is the one with sharp wrinkles and sharp eyes. Ning Xun is the one who maintains a good scorpion turbidity.

They were polite and they took the disciples of the martial arts to sit on both sides and wait for the start of the game.

Wei Renjie took the words and went to the ring. Since there was an audience, he naturally had to habitually make a resignation. After a bunch of slogans, he stepped into the front: "This time we invited Mr. Zhu Zushou from the Liuhe martial arts hall of the provincial capital to do it. The referee will conduct a practical training for the year's trials. In the first session, the ancient mountain martial arts museum Dai Linfeng is a strong amateur of the Mingwei martial arts, and is the hope of our Xiushan martial arts."

When he stepped down, Dai Linfeng and Zhou Zhengyi climbed from both sides and stood at the right and left sides of the referee. The former wears a blue-and-white martial arts suit. The latter is red-black and has a thick and heavy style. The appearance is also a national character face. If you go to a TV series, you must play a decent role, but the suffocating eyebrows are quite heavy.

"Orange, which one do you say will win?" Jiang Fei asked with interest.

Lou Chengbai gave him a look: "I haven't started playing yet, how can I see it?"

"Does the master have any temperament like temperament?" Jiang Fei was curious.

Lou Cheng did not have a good air: "The master does have it, but it can't be judged by this, let alone they can't be called real masters, even the professional level is not..."

His voice is getting lower and lower, because he has a gaze on both sides, and the friends and relatives of both sides are there!

"Oh..." Jiang Fei understood and concentrated on watching the game.

After three minutes of conversation time, the referee announced the beginning, the two sides battled into a group, the voice of the fists and feet was clearly audible, you come to me, so lively.

"Orange, I am looking at it is wonderful, but I can't see the doorway. Tell me about it." Jiang Fei turned his head and said that Cheng Kaili, Qi Hailin, Cao Lele, Du Liyu and Xiong Tao were also looking forward to it.

Lou Cheng is also not private, smiled and said: "The Mingwei martial arts hall is the path of the fierce attack, and the parts other than the hands and feet, elbows, knees, shoulders, back, head, have been used, just now Wouldn't it be quite unexpected? Their style of play is relatively extreme, and they rarely provoke a fight to attack the attack. The Gushan martial arts museum is close to the genre of genre. So what is the brother of the brother who just used it?

Listening to him, he said that he was very clear. The students around him and his colleagues raised their ears. When they listened and watched, they suddenly felt a lot. They were no longer just a hustle and bustle, and they shouted and cheered.

As he said, Lou Cheng frowned. "The old brother of the Gushan martial arts hall is a bit wrong, fearful, like never before. Is this impossible? Is it that he is not focused enough? Not in the ring, so many people don’t look at it..."

This is not a big word, but a lot of disciples in the Gushan martial arts hall are also tempered by the ear, and under the cover of the news, they all look ingriuntedly, but the owner of the museum, Chu Weicai, stunned and frowned.

Suddenly, Lou Cheng’s mind flashed, remembering the momentum of the professional nine products.

After a certain distance, I feel like I’m facing a wolf in the wilderness. How does it feel to be a brother of Dai’s name?

"...Is it just the face of looking for someone, who has influenced the mind, left fear, and can't concentrate for a while?" Lou Cheng said to himself.

Can directly exert this influence on the mind, it is not a martial art at the level of refining, but an ability!

The only thing I just made was to create an opportunity for the spirit of Dai’s brother to be affected, so that the strength could not be exerted, and it was defeated in front of the chairman of the foundation.

And this method, after all, can't find the problem, there is no explanation!

It's no wonder that the whole thing is so anticlimactic that people can't figure it out!

His voice just fell, and suddenly he noticed that several real-looking eyes looked at himself. Followed by it, he found that the ancient mountain martial arts Chu Weicai looked shocked, took back his sight, and seized the disciples next to him.

The other eyes came from the Mingwei martial arts hall. The owner, Ning Xun, slowly turned back and his eyes were half-opened.

At this moment, Dai Linfeng's action was slightly slow, and Zhou Zhengyi seized the opportunity. He took a whip and stroked his heart, lost his center of gravity, dissipated the shelf, and rushed back. Then he was attacked by the momentum and directly fell down!

"Zhou Zhengsheng wins!" The referee announced the result.

Yan Hailin, Cao Lele and others turned their heads and looked at Lou Cheng. They were quite surprised by his "prophecy".

"Orange, you join the martial arts club, and nothing else has been learned. This vision and commentary skills are soaring." Yan Hailin jokes.

Cao Lele also echoed and joked: "Even if you haven't learned any martial arts, you can eat it with this."

Lou Cheng has not spoken yet, and Jiang Fei next to him sings: "The oranges are not only accurate, but the martial arts are also very powerful! I feel no worse than the one on the stage!"

Brushing a lot, many eyes looked over, surprised and funny, made the building into a red face, Jiang Fei also lost momentum, smiled:

"I feel, I feel it."

Seeing Lu Cheng’s “remorse” looking at himself, Jiang Fei was busy whispering:

"You didn't say that you can't mention your martial arts. I know that this kind of thing can't be shown off by yourself. It's so much lost, so give it to your brother, thank you!"