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The group of Zhengqimen were so angry that they wanted to rush to the stage to beat up Yelufeng. After losing two games in a row, the momentum of the Korean audience weakened, and the voice of shouting and cheering gradually became smaller.

But Jin Dazhi, the master of Zhengqimen, and the two middle-aged disciples beside him showed no worried expressions at all. The situation on the court was within their expectations, because the order of appearance in the game was arranged by themselves.

In the first round of single-round elimination system, they sent only two or three decent characters, and the rest were all cannon fodder. The real contest is still to come, and their strength will become stronger as they go forward.

"Master, that Chinese is too arrogant, I want to go up and teach him a lesson!" A disciple of the third generation stood up and said.

A second-generation disciple next to Jin Dazhi scolded: "Look at what you think. There is a winner in the competition itself, and there is a risk of injury. It's no big deal. Don't be discouraged if you lose, and don't win if you win." Pride, gaining experience from battle is the purpose."

The previous players were all cannon fodder, and Zhengqimen didn't hold much hope at all. They just wanted to observe the opponent's strength and their moves in this round, so as to formulate corresponding methods in the subsequent games.

"Your master is right, go down and watch the game!" Jin Dazhi looked at the disciple, and the young man fell silent immediately, obediently returning to his seat.

The competition outside is still going on, and the match is between a third-generation disciple of the Laoshan School and a second-generation disciple of Zhengqimen, because this time there is no difference in the match, that is to say, the third-generation disciples will meet the second-generation disciples, except for the head of the first generation. Except for those at the top level who will not participate in the competition, you can do whatever you want for the rest.

Wen Yushuang's complexion obviously recovered a lot after being treated by my wife and I. She was relieved when she heard that the child was fine. Jiang Beihan sat on the side of the bed and held his sister's hand in distress, "Yushuang, why didn't you tell me sooner?" You are pregnant!" My glamorous mistress 747

Jiang Beihan blamed himself for being too careless. In fact, his younger sister had acted a little unusually before. He thought that his younger sister was not feeling well, but he didn't expect that she was pregnant.

"Senior brother, what do you tell me to say about this kind of thing!" Wen Yushuang blushed slightly and said embarrassedly: "If Master and other old people find out, they will definitely punish you. I am worried about you!"

"Silly girl, why are you worrying about me! Is Master really embarrassing me? After I avenge you, we will go to Xiaoyao Island to confess our mistakes to Master, and he will definitely forgive me." Jiang Beihan Although the Xiaoyao Sect where they live is not very strict, as long as they see each other correctly, they can propose double cultivation. As long as both parties agree, their master will not interfere.

However, there is one point, their master is very strict, and every disciple must strictly implement it, that is, it is not allowed to make the belly of female disciples bigger before they get married.

"Forget it senior brother, since the child has been saved and I haven't suffered any injuries, let them apologize at that time and let it go!" Wen Yushuang is not a person who doesn't know how to advance and retreat. The powerful characters must be left at the end, and this is someone else's territory. If the other party is really pushed into a hurry, who knows what unpredictable things will happen.

"Forget it?!" Jiang Beihan smiled, "Heh...my own woman was beaten, if it's all over, then am I still a fucking man?"

When Jiang Beihan thought of his junior sister's painful expression, his heart felt like a stabbing knife, how could he not ask for justice for his junior sister?

But Wen Yushuang insisted not to let Jiang Beihan find other people's troubles, as long as the other party apologized publicly, the matter would be over. Jiang Beihan couldn't beat Wen Yushuang, so he finally had to agree to her.

While we were waiting for their young couple at the door, Yelufeng hurried over, "Brother Ye, hurry up, now it's your turn for Maoshan Ouyangxuan to compete, and they are urging you to say that in 2 minutes If you don't score, you will give up the game!"

"Boss, I'll go there first, and I'll be right back!" Ouyang Xuan said with great ease, and quickly ran a long distance in the blink of an eye. The martial arts arena in the rest room is not far away, and running with all his strength for a minute is enough.

"Brother Yelu, how is the situation outside?" My wife and I have been treating Wen Yushuang in the waiting room, and the situation outside the game is completely unclear.

"Five games have been played, four wins and one loss, and I think we will win another game soon!" Yelufeng could see that Ouyang Xuan's strength is very good, and he also has great confidence in him. The result of four victories in five games is quite enough. Not bad, but I'm still a little surprised, because Zhengqimen sent all cannon fodder, and they even lost a game to them.

"Oh? What happened in that scene?" I asked puzzled.

Yelufeng sneered, "It is estimated that someone was temporarily invited in to fish in troubled waters. The kung fu used by that person has nothing to do with Taoism, but authentic Korean Taekwondo. The disciple from Laoshan was defeated by that person, and the rest is no suspense win."

"Come on, these guys are too despicable! It's so fucking nasty to let taekwondo masters pretend to be their disciples!" Wang Meng had a hot temper, and couldn't help cursing when he heard Yelufeng's words.My Beautiful Mistress 747

"Don't worry, I will make them pay a terrible price in the next round!" Don't say that Wang Meng got angry when he heard this, even I couldn't help but want to curse.