I might be a little strong

Chapter 245
Mao Jiajun did a good job, but not fast enough.

Under his certain kill, Ning Fei still has time to react. Ning Fei said that Xuan Yuanyuan is good, but his certain kill is not a certain move, but a state.

The move that condenses martial arts achievements refers to the move brought by the mysterious realm, which is "viewing mountains and rivers".

Ning Fei spends his whole life watching, watching the world and himself. He lacks enough sense of reality from the beginning to the end, as if he is from a third perspective.

Look at the mountain, it is a mountain, but it is not a mountain...

In this kind of confusion and embarrassment, the inner desire for a sense of reality was condensed into Ning Fei's unique skill of "viewing mountains and rivers".

His eyes were slightly filled with blue light, and the momentum of Mao Jiajun's punch and the flow of internal energy were extremely clear, but this was not enough to help him break out of the predicament.

He also needs to refer to the super unique skills brought by Xuan Yuanyuan.

Zhixuan, a grand view of heaven and earth!
This time, it's not just the analysis of the principle of Mao Jiajun's tricks, but also the details between the sky and the earth, and it's extremely slow, everything seems to be flickering frame by frame.

What he can currently do is, one second, one hundred thousand frames.

For a moment, Ning Fei watched all the details of Mao Jiajun's actions, and chose the most suitable method from them. He stepped on Luan Kun, and the whole platform suddenly poured down. Mao Jiajun changed slightly because of this, and the one he was probing for The hand has also been slightly adjusted...

boom! ! !
Ning Fei still got that punch, and he was sent flying backwards crazily. In an instant, he was about to fly out of the ring, but in the end he clasped his feet on the edge of the ring, swung abruptly in a circle, and transformed the momentum into centrifugal force , finally stabilized.

And Mao Jiajun...

He felt as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted, and he fell to the ground as soon as his knees gave way. His consciousness was clear, but no matter how he drove, his body kept mobilizing...

All his veins were intercepted by Ning Fei...

"10!"

"9 !!!"

"8!!!!"

He watched helplessly as the virtual projected numbers began to tell the time, and he struggled to stand up, but he couldn't do it anyway, his body couldn't move at all...

Move, move! ! !

Move! ! !

No matter how Mao Jiajun roared or how lucky he was, his body did have subtle feedback, his fingers could move slightly, and his body also twisted slightly.

However, I can't stand up at all! ! !
"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"fail!!!"

When the warning sound of failure appeared, Mao Jiajun could barely bend his knees. If he wanted to stand up, it would take at least ten seconds. Obviously, according to the rules of the arena, there is no next ten seconds for him.

The moment he heard the failure, he raised his head slightly and stood there in a daze. After a short pause, he roared even more hysterically.

After desperately struggling for a few seconds, he finally stood up.

He stood up, but he had already lost, and the tears flowed out unsatisfactorily...

silence.

Obviously it was physical, but Ning Fei was in silence. Silence, almost all the audience saw this scene, they were speechless. For emotional people, the nose has already been forgotten.

Countless people were moved by Mao Jiajun and realized his never-say-die spirit.

However, he still lost in the end.

There are many things in the world, not because you don’t want to lose, you won’t lose, and Dashanda doesn’t want to lose, but he still loses, he loses his life, he loses Fusang’s future.

Mao Jiajun didn't want to lose, but he still lost.

He felt that he had failed Old Tang's expectations, and that he had missed the opportunity to prove it to his father...

The snow from the sky fell again.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. After twelve o'clock, it will be the Spring Festival. The auspicious snow heralds a good year. Tonight's heavy snow will cover Jiangcheng with a layer of silver, and tomorrow will be extraordinarily festive.

But, it has nothing to do with him...

At night, after handing over from the Wumeng branch in a daze, he changed clothes in the locker room. He walked out of the Wumeng branch building, glanced at the sky, and started walking in a low mood.

He didn't know where to go, and also, didn't want to go anywhere.

Perhaps, the corner of the park can make him feel calm and comfortable for a while...

Suddenly, he felt something, and he just walked out of the Wumeng branch building a few steps, raised his head blankly, and looked at the man standing under the dim streetlight.

He's emaciated, awkward, tense...

The hanging fingers were trembling, pinch, let go, pinch, and after several times, he made up his mind, this man who had been drinking badly, with a haggard face and dry lips, said in a somewhat cramped voice : "I, I cooked dumplings."

"..."

Mao Jiajun didn't speak, but tears flowed down uncontrollably, and he couldn't stop it, which made the man flustered for a while, and finally, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out.

A little further away, Li Weiguo, who was sitting in the car, smiled gratifiedly when he saw this scene.

Then, he started the car and backed away silently.

It is better than anything else for the father and son to recognize each other again, and for the New Year's Eve to have a home to return to...

……

The 24th is New Year’s Eve, so, usually starting from the night of the 23rd, the New Year’s Eve dinner will be prepared at home. After all, many big dishes need to be prepared a day in advance, and it takes more than ten hours to make the soup.

The knockout round starts after the New Year's Eve bell rings, so everyone is in no hurry, let's finish the New Year's Eve dinner first.

Chinese people are used to celebrating the New Year at home. Players from various ethnic groups who came from afar and other ethnic groups who immigrated to Jiangcheng celebrate the New Year together in the central square. Jiangcheng officials have prepared a water table. After everyone has eaten and drank, they will watch the fireworks together.

Li He has a large family who wants to accompany the New Year's Eve, so naturally he doesn't need to go there.

After returning from watching the game, Zhao Jinyun said that all the food was bought, and he was waiting for him to show off his skills. Naturally, Li He had no problem, and it was not the first time for him to cook a New Year's Eve dinner.

However, they are not made at home.

In the past Chinese New Year, he was at Sun Ming's house...

(End of this chapter)