My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 296
The so-called "shortcut to the south" is not easy to take.

Although this is a military training base, it is not a scenic spot for tourists to go out after all, and there is no perfect infrastructure.

Qingquan waterfall, high mountains and flowing water.

Although there is a scene at every step, it is still somewhat difficult for ordinary people to climb.

In the high-intensity fierce confrontation, it is necessary to consume physical strength to fight against the natural environment.

It not only tests the skill of climbers, but also tests the endurance of climbers.

Yan Weiwei and the others are all martial arts practitioners. They exercise all the year round, and climbing a mountain is no problem. Even Yan Feng, who looks like a little old man, has a calm expression on his face...

"You should lay a stone slab anyway..."

Walking on the somewhat rugged mountain road, Meng Lang felt the heavy "sense of security" behind him, and secretly made a mistake.

Whether to choose hard work or to choose ease in life is often a single-choice question that is difficult to choose...

"Master Meng, let me help you." Fan Shigang, a tall man with sharp eyesight, volunteered.

"That's so embarrassing, thank you thank you!"

As it turns out, it can also be a double-choice question when you have more to offer...

In this way, under the guidance of an accompanying staff member of the organizer, the crowd came to the next "match point" in about 10 minutes.

This is a small platform of brick and stone structure, only the most basic leveling has been done, and a somewhat rough wooden shed has been built, which seems to be a place for people to rest.

At this time, there were five climbers in blue-gray uniform kung fu uniforms waiting here.

It's just that two or three of them gathered around a colleague who was pale and sweating while clutching his chest, helping him recuperate.

"It turned out to be Master Yan from the [-]th Road Tan Leg, and the white-browed Boxing King Lang is polite."

An older man with a short beard saw a group of people boarding the platform, so he took the initiative to put his fists together and said.

"Master Wang, this is..." Yan Feng clasped his fists in return, and looked at the heavily injured Baimeiquan disciple.

"Hey! The skills are not as good as others, which made Master Yan laugh." Wang Lang sighed.

"That Bajiquan Li Lei?" Yan Feng asked with a frown.

"That's right, Bajiquan's reputation is well-deserved for its toughness. I'm afraid that my great apprentice will not be able to fight again today."

There was unavoidable resentment in the voice, presumably the other party's attack was serious.

"Master, let senior brother rest well, I will do this one!" A disciple with thick eyebrows and big eyes stepped out from among the disciples of Baimeiquan.

"Okay, remember to stop, Master Yan, please." Wang Lang nodded and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please.

Everyone made room for a competition in the middle, and the white-browed boxing disciple with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at Yan Weiwei who was on the stage.

"White eyebrow fist, Lu Ping!"

"Tan leg, Yan Weiwei!"

Yan Weiwei played for the first time today, she stood with irregular steps, her eyes were fixed on the shoulders and elbows of the person opposite, and she had an aura of calmness to deal with it.

Then Lu Ping made a gesture of bending his knees and sinking his waist.

Seeing that Yan Weiwei didn't intend to take the initiative to attack, she directly bullied her, "I'm offended!"

When he came close, his body suddenly picked up speed, his thumb and index finger were clasped into a phoenix-like shape, his knuckles exerted force, and he punched out, whistling and blowing wind.

"Phoenix Eye Fist" is a special way of clenching Baimei Fist.

The three fingers below the middle finger are tightly clasped in the palm of the hand, and the index finger is protruding. Use the bone of the root joint of the index finger to be in line with the back of the hand, and the thumb tightly clasps the eye of the fist to stabilize the index finger.

It is used to hit acupuncture points, and its penetrating power is extremely strong. Once a punch is made, the opponent may fall to the ground immediately.

After Yan Weiwei retreated slightly to avoid the first punch, Lu Ping kicked his right leg on the ground and spun around, and kicked Yan Weiwei's head violently with another whip kick by inertia.

Yan Weiwei raised her hand to block with her forearm, Lu Ping attacked with a knife again, but suddenly changed from a horizontal slash to an oblique thrust in the middle, and went straight to Yan Weiwei's throat...

"Sister Weiwei, come on!" Xiao Yu looked nervous, her fists clenched tightly.

The legend of Baimei Boxing was created by the Taoist Baimei of Mount Emei, Sichuan. It sounds like kindness, but in fact it is strong and fierce, with strong coherence. It is a fighting boxing method that focuses on actual combat.

"I'm going, isn't this move a bit damaged?"

Eye-plugging and throat-locking cast a shadow, Meng Lang looked very dangerous, and even felt that the number of punches was a bit "sinister".

"Most of the fighting styles that focus on actual combat look very vicious, because they basically go towards the vital parts of the human body."

Hu Yifei appeared on the stage again and explained to Meng Lang beside him.

"The decline of modern martial arts is due to the popularity of firearms, and the fact that in peacetime, there is no need for such extremely lethal kung fu.

Even if you practiced it, would you dare to use it in a legal society?If I can't do it well, I will go in.

There is no dragon slaying technique, but if the dragon is gone, it is useless practice. "

"En!" Meng Lang nodded clearly.

In fact, although modern fighting events, such as boxing and Sanda, have a certain degree of confrontation, under various restrictive rules, they are purely a place for physical fitness competitions, which greatly weakens the impact of skills on the outcome.

If such insidious tricks can be used, then there is no need to distinguish between "lightweight" players and "heavyweight" players, and everyone has been brought back to a relatively fair starting point...

Ordinary people always hate iron for being weak, and always want to go to the martial arts circle to crack down on fakes, but after seeing this kind of moves that are full of practicality, it is estimated that few people can accept them.

In the video, if someone uses a move like "Millennium Killing" that will cause psychological shadows on human beings, the barrage will be directly overwhelmed by "shameless", "indecent" and "despicable".

Um!Visually, the more expert you are, the more miserable you will be if you are bullied by the Internet...

In contrast, the health-preserving trick of "five consecutive whips of lightning" to treat cramps in hands and feet is more in line with the needs of modern society.

"But the Twelve Road Tan Legs seem to be quite friendly?" Meng Lang asked suspiciously.

He had fought with Yan Weiwei before, and he didn't have such a vicious feeling.

"Hehe! Brother Meng, do you know that our [-]th Lu Tan legs usually don't make a move, what is the under-the-box stunt that is sure to kill when we make a move?" Hu Yifei said in a low voice with strange eyes.

"What is it?"

"Pick up your vaginal legs."

rash:"……"

Should I thank Yan Weiwei for not "flirting" last time?
"boom!"

The time the two talked, the outcome of the field was already divided.

The Baimeiquan disciple named Lu Ping fell heavily to the ground, clutching his stomach with a pained look on his face.

"Accept!" Yan Weiwei withdrew her fists and clasped her fists in salute.

Judging by her calm look, it is obvious that the strength gap between the two sides is a bit big.

"You...why don't you go out?" Lu Ping fell to the ground, a little depressed.

Twelve-way tan legs, the most threatening is the explosive kicks, which are extremely sudden and impactful.

But I have been defending against your kick for a long time, but after more than a dozen moves, you didn't even lift your feet, and finally killed me with your fists?

This makes people feel a little aggrieved when they lose.

"It's not true, who said I must have legs?" Yan Weiwei raised her arrogant little chin.

"Weiwei! Don't be rude!" Yan Feng burst into laughter, but he still had to save face.

"Hehe! Master Yan, it turns out that the tiger father has no dog daughter, and we are willing to bow down."

With a wry smile on his face, Wang Lang cupped his fists and admitted defeat.

Although there are still disciples in his "mountain climbing team" who did not play.

However, the eldest apprentice was beaten so badly that he couldn't play, and the second apprentice couldn't even force him to kick his legs just now, so it was basically useless for the rest to continue.

Instead of doing useless work, it is better to let the disciples recharge their batteries and wait for the next climber.

If you want to climb higher, this persimmon has to be picked softly, which is also one of the strategies that the mountaineering team must consider.

"Since both parties have no objection, then I declare that this competition will be won by Twelve Road Tan Legs!
Master Yan, do you choose to 'guard the mountain' or continue to 'climb the mountain'? "

The staff member who accompanied the team asked.

"Continue climbing!"

After Yan Feng finished answering, he said goodbye to Wang Lang and his party, and led the others to continue climbing.

"What are mountain guarding and mountaineering?" Meng Lang followed behind and asked in confusion.

Hu Yifei was not impatient at all, and explained with a smile.

"It's like this, there is a ring every other distance on this mountain.

Every time they go to a ring, the climbers have to fight, and after each competition, the winner has two choices.

The so-called 'mountain climbing' naturally means to move forward bravely and challenge for a higher ranking.

The so-called "guarding the mountain" means that if you feel that your physical strength or strength is not enough to continue climbing, then you can stay in the current ring and wait for the challenge of the follow-up climbers.

As for the loser, the original "mountain guard" can only choose to go down the mountain, or challenge again after an hour of rest.

As long as they win one more game, the original 'mountain guard' can also choose to continue 'mountain climbing'.

In short, the general rule is to try to hold on to the current ranking, and then choose an opportunity to challenge a higher arena according to one's own strength. "

"Oh! Does this mean that every climber, regardless of whether they arrive early or late, has to fight once in each arena to reach the top?"

"Yes, those who climb the mountain first do not necessarily have an advantage, because they still have to defend and are constantly challenged by other climbers.

The later ones also have disadvantages, because the time limit is only until the sun sets, and if the competition is delayed for too long, you will not even be able to reach the top of the mountain. "

"I see."

After everyone continued to climb up and was a little further away from the previous ring, Yan Feng said in a deep voice.

"Weiwei! You were too rude just now!
Although we are stronger, but how to say, you shouldn't show a leg, so you don't save face for others, this is the generosity of Master Wang on the opposite side. "

Um!Although the favorability was negative, Meng Lang still nodded in his heart, agreeing with Yan Feng's etiquette education.

Anyway, your name is Tan Keg, and you can't get a leg... This is really a bit insulting.

"I didn't show my legs, but who said I didn't save face for others?" Yan Weiwei looked plausible.

"Still quibbling! Why did you stay?"

"Didn't I let him punch him again?"

"Uh……"

Everyone was a little speechless.

But after thinking about it, um... It's really a shame to not kill the opponent with one move...

The corner of Yan Feng's mouth twitched. Facing this high-level Versailles, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only say helplessly.

"Then why don't you give me a kick too?"

"No, my leg hasn't recovered to its peak condition yet, so I have to recharge my energy and use it to deal with stronger opponents!" Yan Weiwei shook her head.

"Not back to peak condition? What do you mean?" Yan Feng was stunned for a moment.

Of course, Yan Weiwei will not explain in detail to Yan Feng how she jumped from a height of 60 meters yesterday 81 times [-] times.

He waved his hands impatiently, "It's nothing, it's just that yesterday's game was too exciting, and my legs were weak."

"Uh……"

Hearing the words of tiger and wolf, Yan Feng instantly understood what was going on.

Turning his head, he glared at Meng Lang behind him!

"I……"

Meng Lang was dumbfounded. Why are there so many people staring at me again?
She wrote the cheats by herself, and she practiced until her legs were weak.

I just send it by express, so what does it matter to me?

Faced with such an "indiscriminate" Yan Feng, Meng Lang was thinking.

At this time, should I pretend that I didn't see it and enjoy the scenery?Or an awkward but polite smile in return?

Logically I should smile.

After all, Yan Weiwei's legs are weak, and I am partly responsible.

But with Yan Feng's completely distorted setting of ups and downs in favorability, he should...

He opened his big eyes with a 24mm wheelbase.

Stare back!

Everyone: "..."

(End of this chapter)