Sorry, it's a routine! It's starting to advance to the competition. But the protagonist doesn't have a routine, he's the audience.

"Hey, who is the most likely winner in our academy?" "Da Hei." "I think it's Gou Fengzhi! Xiao Gou ranked the highest in the young talent record, fifth, and Da Hei was sixth!"

"Tsk! What's wrong with the fifth place? I think he's good-looking and gave him a score! It's not as good as Dahei, but he just relies on martial arts!"

"I think it's Zuo Ci!" "I'm asking me to see, none of them have any chance. I'm afraid that Qinghe will be the most promising to represent the Wugong Academy..."

Another humane.

"What are you saying? Isn't Qinghe not here? She is not suitable!" The people from the Jinlun Martial Arts Academy on the venue started to talk.

The audience stage of Zhang Zhuzai was very tall, in the north, facing the three stages in the south. From their position, you can watch any group of competitions. They savored the fragrant tea, chatted and laughed, and were very elegant.

The audience was watching the audience below and on both sides. The crowd was crowded with noise and noisy.

A smell of sweat odor emanated from the crowd. And, suddenly, another smell of false smell would come from time to time, which caught people off guard.

Someone looked at a retired old master next to him...

Many people looked disgusted and covered their noses. Fortunately, some clean girls wore masks, showing only half of their delicate faces and a pair of beautiful eyes. They tried their best to avoid them, and their brows were slightly furrowed...

The game is played at the same time in each game. In this way, the first and second games are played at one time, with a total of twelve teams. The third game is played at the same time, with two groups playing at the same time, with four teams.

The winner enters the top eight and competes for the top four in the next round.

Suddenly everyone punched and kicked each other, you kicked three times in a row, and I hit five times in a thunderous manner, and started lively.

From time to time, a burst of "Okay!" "Come on!" "Get another move from the black tiger to fuck him out of his heart!" It seemed that cheerleaders from all sides were cheering for their members.

After a while, a contestant made a sad cry and was helped by the medical team.

After a moment, the crowd heard a scream: "Ah! Could it be the black iron kick?!" The crowd suddenly became turbulent and talked a lot.

Even the big guys on the rostrum couldn't sit still. The old man on the left of Zhang Zuo smiled and stroked his beard on his chest.

The student who used the "Xin Iron Kick" was his person. The old man was Long Fenghuan, the director of Long Xiaoshan Martial Arts Academy. He was a well-known name in the world and in the imperial court.

"Is the Xuantien Kick? Could it be the Xuantien Kick that has been lost in the world for more than 50 years? The Xuantien Kick was the only one who made the world with this unique move!" Zhang Zhuzai said in a move.

I saw a thin player burst out quickly, and his legs kicked a burly man off the stage like a phantom!

The thin player gasped slightly: "I didn't expect this person to be so difficult to deal with, so I had no choice but to use the black iron to kick it."

"He is the player Amo of Longxiaoshan!" someone in the crowd pointed out.

"What? He is Amo?" "You don't even know this? Amo from Longxiaoshan ranks third in the young talent record!"

"Third? Hehe, according to the force value, he is probably the first..." said a sarcastic voice.

"I heard that the first and second place didn't come? In this way, wouldn't he be the most popular candidate to win the championship?"

"In principle, this is the case. He is the popular figure who won the championship in this martial arts conference! Look at others who are black and have big eyes that are particularly energetic. That burly man is a top student in the Binhai Martial Arts Academy. His strength is not weak, but if he meets Amo, he can only be considered unlucky."

At the end of the first game, the beauty service team began to clean up the venue. The beauty bent her waist down, pink and refreshing. She brushed her brushed her brushed her brushed... and started to fuck her.

Youth is energetic!…

Some people's eyes were staring at them like flies. Those respected eyes were particularly hidden. They glanced at them quickly, and then turned away. They turned their eyes blindly.

A guy even whistled a strange whistle. The sound sounded familiar. Looking through the sound of the high-top treasure, it was the "big bad wolf" Wang Wei! This kid still has this kind of virtue!

After a team of colorful beautiful girls went down, the second game began. Dahei and Gou Fengzhi and Zuo Ci played the second game. The Jinlun Martial Arts Academy won the Dabaoshan Martial Arts Academy. The two should be on par in terms of strength.

Dahei, Gou Fengzhi, and Zuo Ci all came on stage. They all changed into silk clothes, which were bright and beautiful. The apricot yellow short dress was dressed together, and the clothes were also integrated. The words "golden wheel" were embroidered on the chest.

Standing on the stage looks very energetic!

Qinghe was excluded, Gaodingbao was the audience. But, are they representing the Jinlun Wugong Academy... okay?

It looks like a high-top treasure. Anyway, it’s idle.

Dahei vs. Xue Ping, Gou Fengzhi vs. Jin Sanzheng, and Zuo Ci vs. Hu Dawei. Both sides know the tragic battle, because it is basically the same. And they are unwilling tolerant of being unable to advance to the top eight!

It’s really unfortunate that we met in the first eight battles!

Dahei and Xue Ping stood on the stage and looked at each other. Dahei, tall, fat, and burly, with big eyes. From the face, they looked like the kind of honest and rude type. Xue Ping looked fair and slightly blue in appearance. She had a blue scarf on her head and was dressed in green clothes.

Both sides didn't say much, and nodded lightly: "Please give me advice!" Xue Ping's eyes were slightly black and his lips were a little white. He looked like he was not having a good rest. He had entered the battle for the top eight. Could it be that he still stayed up late or had insomnia?

The big black look also showed a haggard look. It also looked like he had not had a good rest.

The pressure is very great! It is related to the honors, personal honors, and even personal real interests of the Wugong Academy! There has been news that this National Martial Arts Conference is actually an event for the Empire to screen the upper-level elites. As long as there is no problem, it will enter the senior management of all walks of life in many years and take on important positions...

As soon as Dahei came up, he began to "roar roar". The low voice was like a river shaking, slowly and heavy. Although the sound was barely made and a little tender, it also caused some commotion in the crowd.

"Well, is it Dragon's roar? That's the clever and flexible realm of Dragon Fist! Although it's a little successful, it's also rare. Even an excellent martial artist, it's hard to make such a low voice without the infiltration of about ten years of kung fu..."

"Why did you roar the dragon as soon as you come up? This is very energy-consuming!" Someone said in surprise. "Yes! Jinlun Mountain is also a key martial arts academy of 911, how could this kind of fighting come out?" An elderly man in the crowd stroked his long beard and commented on it.

There was a booing sound from the audience. Many people shook their heads. They generally believed that this style of playing was too naive and too childish. They fought desperately at the beginning. What's the difference between this and a rascal?

Only Long Fenghuan on the stage said lightly: "It seems that Jinlun Mountain has had a relatively thorough research on Dabao Mountain." "What does it mean?" Zhang Zhuzai said in surprise.

"The master of the Lord should know about the seven-style change fist of Dabaoshan."

The pressure on the stage began to cover the area about two meters in a radius with the big black as the center. The audience who were close to it felt a little dull and retreated one after another.

Gaodingbao keenly felt a slight fluctuation of the air.

Ah! Fluctuation! Not bad, it is fluctuation! It is already rare to be valuable to reach this level of martial arts. Strictly speaking, this has exceeded the scope of martial arts, and it is even a bit of cultivation.

It’s just that for thousands of years, we have been walking along the side, with a solid and steady path. We even made a variety of tricks at one time, but no one has made new tricks - we have to see the path to cultivation!

"Master! Report!..." A student stood at the door of the master's office. "Is it you? Is there something wrong? Come in!"

"Master, you must squat in the horse stance when the dragon roars, straighten your chest and abdomen, straighten your neck, and put your feet in the inner horoscope, put your hands on your hips and one finger from the trouser separator, and then focus on your dantian and look straight ahead?"

"Well--Isn't it?" a majestic and long voice. "But I think that so many rules make people uncomfortable, which seems to be unfavorable for concentration..."

"Hon!Hon! These are all summaries of the experience accumulated by the seniors over the years! They are all effective ways, unpleasant for thousands of years, and there are no extra moves. Are the seniors not as good as you? If you want to practice dragon roar and want to walk on the dragon fist, do it according to the way!"

"Yes!" a very respectful voice, and then exited.

The dragon roar emitted by the big black is like a kind of mental attack. First, it reduces the opponent's certain strength through shock, and then takes advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack to defeat him!

On the stage, Dahei did not stop. After emitting the dragon roar, he used three heavy moves in a row, which were all the tricks that Dragon Fist was at the bottom of the box.

Can the spirit attack? Gaodingbao fell into thinking...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!