I can get stronger by picking up

Chapter 152
It was almost like flying close to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of Feng Hui, and he raised his hand like a dragon swimming.

Zhang Fei's eyes lit up in the distance.

"The Zhou family's famous Youlongzhang, this time it will be an eye-opener!"

Feng Hui was not surprised by this, took a step back, twisted his waist, retracted his head, raised his foot to the sky, and kicked forward, with a whining sound, like a sharp arrow.

"Feng Xing Kick in Feng Cheng Martial Arts Hall is a bit interesting." Chen Gang muttered to himself with an expression of interest on his face.

It is quite difficult to see these scattered warriors with inheritance on weekdays. Many of them are hidden in the city and have not been revealed. Even if they are in the six gates, they are not registered as warriors, so the six gates only have their information.

After all, possessing martial arts does not conflict with their desire to be ordinary people.

Therefore, their inherited martial arts are invisible, and it is rare to see them on weekdays. Some martial arts skills are not even worse than those sent by martial arts masters.

The two faced each other fiercely and thrillingly, and the way of avoiding by the slightest margin made all the students watching the scene feel as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, full of excitement.

This kind of punching to the flesh, the visual impact brought by the power contained in one foot and one palm, is something they have never experienced before.

Zhou Ling's Dragon Flying Palm is light and nimble, mostly in a light and light style. She walks around Feng Hui and attacks from all directions. Surrounding the enemy with agility and agility makes the opponent tired of coping, as if there are attacks coming from all directions.

However, the Fengxing legs cultivated by Feng Hui are also unique. The strength of both feet is extremely exquisite, and the whole person seems to be dancing with the wind. Even at the end, he embraced his arms with extremely arrogant hands, relying purely on his legs to deal with Zhou Ling. Hurry up, Zhou Ling has no way to surround it.

Some models who met nemesis, no wonder they are enemies.

In the end, it was Feng Hui who had the better skills and raised his kick abruptly, kicking Zhou Ling, who was caught off guard, and flew out of the ring like a gourd rolling on the ground.

Feng Hui was startled, and stopped pretending. He lowered his hands and ran to Zhou Ling's side to help him up, and asked with concern, "Zhou Ling, are you alright?"

Flushed with anger, Zhou Ling pushed Feng Hui away and limped off quickly. Wang Teng also announced Feng Hui's victory and entered the next round smoothly.

"Mr. Wang, I'm going to see Zhou Ling, so I'm leaving first!"

After seeing Wang Teng nodding, Feng Hui quickly left the stadium and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Wang Teng shook his head slowly.

Tsk, it's really hard to explain the love of women here.

The 15-minute intermission was very short, passing by amidst the discussions of many excited students.

The next ones to play were Qi Qin and Zhao Dongyun. This Qi Qin was born with a square mouth, wide ears, extraordinary bones, and an extremely attractive face.

On the other hand, Zhao Dongyun can be regarded as a handsome guy, but unfortunately his long and narrow eyes made him look a bit gloomy, making him a bit gloomy overall.

This is an incomparable battle. This Zhao Dongyun has stepped into the muscle movement, has opened up the first meridian, and his true energy is condensed, while Qi Qin is like Zhou Ling and Feng Hui in the last round, wandering around in his inner strength. Even the true energy has not yet been internalized, and it is simply incapable of fighting.

Even looking at the entire martial arts world, Zhao Dongyun is considered a martial arts genius.

Standing beside Chen Gang, Zhang Fei said in a low voice, "Then Zhao Dongyun is a disciple of Luofu Sword Sect."

Chen Gang understands that although the Luofu Sword Sect is not as good as the first-rate Wudang Shaolin sect, it is still a second-rate top sect, and there are masters among them, so it is normal to be able to cultivate such a young talent.

Zhao Dongyun came with a long sword in his hand, and Wang Teng couldn't help raising his brows, but he didn't say anything.

After all, this selection competition is not limited to fists and kicks. Many martial arts need to rely on weapons to perform. Many warriors use a sword or a knife to perform their kung fu.

He turned his head and glanced at Qi Qin: "Do you want to use a weapon?"

Qi Qin shook his head: "My kung fu is all about fists and feet, and I haven't studied weapons. It's not easy to use weapons in my hands."

He understood what Wang Teng meant, and at the end he gave Wang Teng a grateful look.

Wang Teng nodded, took out his mobile phone to broadcast the rules of the game according to the regulations, and asked, "Is it clear?"

Qi Qin: "Understood!"

After waiting for a long time without hearing Zhao Dongyun's answer, Wang Teng frowned and looked at him.

"Zhao Dongyun, do you understand?"

Zhao Dongyun just glanced at Wang Teng, his eyes were arrogant, he nodded slightly, but said nothing.

Wang Teng felt depressed, resisted the urge to punch the opponent's face, and said expressionlessly, "Start."

The moment the voice fell, Zhao Dongyun moved his hand.

choke!
The long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the cold light shone with incomparable agility.

Before even Qi Qin could react, Zhao Dongyun, who was close to him in an instant, pierced his shoulder with a sword, and then with a movement of his wrist, he drew his sword and shot horizontally.

Qi Qin, who had spilled blood, was thrown a huge distance like a rag bag.

Seeing this, Wang Teng's face turned cold. This Zhao Dongyun's attack was fierce, and his heart was not right. Obviously, there was such a huge difference in strength, so there was no need for it.

Without saying a word, he stepped out, shot out, and finally caught Qi Qin before he was about to hit the ground at the very moment. Quickly suppress the opponent's internal injuries.

The long sword's piercing was okay, but the sword struck the chest horizontally, with vicious force, if not treated in time, the force would seep into the internal organs, even if he survived in the end, he would become a sick person in his life.

After expelling Qi Qin's internal strength, the school medical team was already waiting nearby, and they didn't say much, after all, they knew Wang Teng's extraordinary skills, and anyone who watched too many martial arts novels or TV series knew that , This is healing for others.

And all the students present screamed in uproar. Although the previous two matches were fierce, there was no blood, and these students did not realize the danger of the competition. The sword pierced Qi Qin's shoulder, and blood was spilled on the spot.

Finally let them understand that this is not a child's play, this is not comparable to ordinary fighting, this martial arts selection is done with real swords and guns.

Although many people were accusing Zhao Dongyun of being cruel, the school tacitly did not say anything, but acquiesced to the matter.

Fighting requires blood, although the martial arts competition is becoming more and more controversial in the society.

In just ten seconds, Wang Teng patted Qi Qin's injured shoulder, and immediately grinned his teeth in pain.

"In the future, if you encounter someone whose strength is much higher than yours, you should admit defeat as soon as possible."

"I got it, Mr. Wang... Thank you, Mr. Wang."

After the school medical team sent Qi Qin away, Wang Teng stood up and announced Zhao Dongyun as the winner.

"Okay, Zhao Dongyun, you have successfully advanced to the next round, you can go down."

After waiting for a while, Zhao Dongyun was still motionless, standing coldly and arrogantly on the ring.

(End of this chapter)