This Person is Too Serious

Win... It's impossible to win. You can only use some tricks to draw the opponent, reluctantly mix the skills of a teacher, and by the way low-key announcing his existence in the town.

Wu Wang waved his hand to Jin Wei. The last moment he was full of smiles, and the next moment he had a handsome face that had been exposed to the wind and sun for half a year, and he stood upright on the right side of the ring.

Lost to the left of Poland since ancient times!

"Junior Brother, don't be too nervous," Dong Zhu said loudly, "Who will win this animal blood!"

Behind the gate of the General's Mansion, several young men pushed each other, and finally had four or five palms, pushing the thinnest person out together.

Dongzhu frowned when he saw this, but still showed a gentle smile.

"Please come on stage!"

"Me, me?"

The young man turned his head and stared at the few people behind the door, but after all he was still at a competitive age, and he didn't want to be ashamed in front of so many people, he immediately arched his hand and stepped forward.

After the two reported their names and stood opposite each other, Dong Zhu said "click to stop" and then turned and retreated to the ring.

Hundreds of townspeople were quiet at the moment, watching the two young men on the stage eagerly.

In fact, they all know in their hearts that truly outstanding young people have already gone to those big cities to apprentice teachers. Who will stay in this poor country without problems? The children of the martial arts masters in the town had already been sent out through a relationship.

As long as the two children don't fight together like ordinary people fighting, they will be considered face-to-face.

"Please!"

Wu Wang arched his hands and drank softly, with his left leg back, and a set of rough and shallow boxing styles with both hands, a strong fighting spirit burst into his eyes.

‘You can’t win, you can’t lose. ’

The young man was also aroused to fight. At this moment, he clasped his fists, raised one foot, raised his hands flat, and slammed his head. His long hair was trembling slightly, his eyes gleamed, and there was a strange cry in his mouth, like a white crane high. Naruto.

"Wow!"

There is aura swaying around this person.

Wu Wang's eyes lit up. Although this aura is not of quality or quantity, it does exist.

This is the practitioner!

Wu Wang sprinted forward, making an unfancy straight punch, letting the opponent compete with himself!

The young man on the opposite side burst out with sharp rays of light, bent his legs and jumped, his figure jumped half a foot away in a thunderous manner, his eyes filled with light, and a strange cry in his mouth:

"Wow!"

‘Choose to avoid my edge? ’

Wu Wang opened his posture again and waited for two breaths. Seeing that the other party had blended with the move, he gave a secret applause from the bottom of his heart.

The young man on the opposite side bends his legs, jumps, his body shape is too fast to cover his ears...

"Wow!"

Wu Wang clenched his fist and rushed forward.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow…"

With a light hum, Wu Wang stood still in the middle of the ring, his left foot lifted up and fell slightly, and the two wooden boards that set up the ring trembled at the same time. The wooden board under one foot of the young man suddenly exploded, and the other party was caught off guard. Below, the single leg supporting the body immediately fell into the ring.

Wu Wang rushed forward, the young man opened his hands almost subconsciously, and a slightly flustered sound came from his mouth...

"Wow... I'm stuck! My leg is stuck!"

Two middle-aged men jumped up to the side quickly.

Wu Wang arched his hands, walked calmly to the corner of the ring and stood there, with mixed feelings in his heart, and for a moment he only felt that his life was full of absurdity.

These young practitioners in the town of sentiment are not practicing martial arts for fighting, but the kind performed by the two middle-aged martial artists before.

How does this tie? I didn't fight against myself.

Dongzhu jumped onto the ring and shouted again: "This is the ring and there is a problem. Everyone is a tie. Who is next?"

Who dares to join those young people behind?

They all saw Wu Wang's stomping kick just now. This ring was built by a few of them with their help. How could they not know that Wu Wang did it when the planks of the ring were exploded just now!

Don't they go up to find this kind of opponent happy? Hide if you can.

Dongzhu frowned and shouted, "But there are..."

Suddenly there was a chuckle from the outside of the crowd, and a female said: "This remote place is a remote place. Bi Doudu is so perfunctory, thinking that I can have fun watching it."

The townspeople turned their heads to look, but saw a roof where they stood and squatted three figures.

The woman who was speaking was standing above the eaves.

She should look no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pretty face and a hot body. At the moment, she is wearing a short skirt and blouse. The skirt can only wrap her buttocks. She can see that her legs are quite powerful at a glance, but she does not give people the slightest strength. feel.

At this moment, she was holding her arms, her face was full of arrogance, and the corners of her mouth still had a sneer.

A thin young man squatted beside this woman. At this moment, the young man was staring at Wu Wang with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Behind the young man and woman was a middle-aged woman, dressed in a light red battle armor, with two short blades hanging from her waist, and a spear on her back.

The woman watched this scene with a smile, but did not speak.

The woman in the short skirt said: "If I win this little brother, will the animal blood be given to me?"

Dongzhu said warmly: "It's self-sufficient."

"Okay, I'm coming!"

"Senior Sister, you are not his opponent."

The squatting young man whispered and stood up slowly. His calm gaze was like a knife at Wu Wang, and he said: "I'll come, I'll win you back the beast blood."

The woman in the short skirt blinked and laughed, her face was inexplicably red, and her long and toned legs were rubbing against each other, and she looked extremely shy.

The corners of the boy's mouth twitched slightly, his stature jumped a few times, and he borrowed three times out of thin air to land on the ring.

The **** the eaves trembled and said: "Junior Brother really likes me, Junior Brother, oh, Junior Brother..."

The middle-aged woman walked the first two steps with a dark face, dragged the girl back, and threw it on the roof behind her, staring calmly at the ring.

"Mo Feng."

The young man who showed off his stellar physique greeted Wu Wang with a fist and his voice was clear and light.

Wu Wang arched his hands: "Qingshan."

"I know you," Mo Feng's chin rose slightly.

Wu Wang was about to speak. The thin young boy in front of him suddenly rushed forward, shaking his feet continuously, pulling out two shadows from the left and right sides of his own shape, and punching Wu Wang at the same time.

The fist is windy, and the palm is full of mans.

This guy is already in the realm of martial arts at a young age!

Seeing Liexin's joy, Wu Wang responded subconsciously and immediately confronted him.

‘Only one martial skill can be used. ’

The teacher's words flashed through his heart, Wu Wang's momentum turned, his toes dropped and his figure started to fall backwards, his chest and abdomen muscles tightened at the same time.

Mo Feng's fists were all false moves, his legs turned sharply forward, his left foot went straight to Wu Wang's right knee, his right fist pointed forward with the index finger, and he pointed towards Wu Wang's neck accurately!

Between the electric light and flint, Wu Wei pushed his palm on Mo Feng's elbow, turning his body and passing by back to back with Mo Feng.

At this moment, Wu Wang had a direct chance to win, which was to hit the opponent with his hip muscles to make the opponent's center of gravity unbalanced, and then immediately turned and attacked.

But he resisted it after all.

First, this is an arena, and winning or losing has nothing to do with life or death.

Second, His Majesty Tiandi should also pay attention to the degree of social death when his identity is revealed in the future.

He won with a push of his butt, and it really doesn't sound good to spread it out.

The two quickly opened up. After a trial, Wu Wang had initially grasped the strength of this Mo Feng and began to calculate how to achieve a tie.

However, Mo Feng seemed to have ignited fighting spirit and rushed to attack Wu Wang, kicking and flying his legs, showing his kung fu on his legs.

Wu Wang's figure moved around, passing by Mo Feng again and again, seemingly thrilling, but in fact he avoided the collision with Mo Feng every time, and he was unscathed.

The townspeople below were very addicted and cheered.

The expression was very like [this young man, fucking, this young man].

The eyelids of the martial arts masters fluttered wildly, for fear that after the two young men had finished fighting, they would have to'leapfrog and challenge' them.

The facial features are wrinkled into [subway, old man, cell phone].

But at the back of the crowd, Aunt Qing and Uncle Shan had already subconsciously pulled each other's arms, and their eyes were full of tension, for fear that Wu Wei would be injured.

Little Jinwei, who was sitting on Aunt Green’s shoulders, even held her breath. She grabbed her hand twice, subconsciously trying to grab something to make her sit more stable, but she didn’t catch half of her hair on top of Uncle Shan’s head...

In this way, the ‘fighting’ for a while.

Mo Feng suddenly stopped the offensive, frowned and looked at Wu Wang, slightly sweaty on his forehead.

Wu Zuo stared at Mo Feng with a smile, but he didn't change his face or breathe.

"Your footwork is far above me," Mo Feng said indifferently, "I should have given up on this, but you blindly let me be a little upset, punch me head-on, win or lose, I want to see your fist. "

"good."

Wu Wang agreed, but he didn't expect this Mo Feng's temper to be so direct.

In the respect of the opponent in front of him, Wu Wang inhaled gently, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly began to accelerate.

At this moment, his figure seemed to have changed in the eyes of Mo Feng and the townspeople.

Several martial arts masters near the ring were in a daze, as if they could see a wisp of black air appearing around the boy named Qingshan. At this moment, the whole world was left with only three colors of black, white and gray, and Qingshan's face was blurred. The figure seems to blend in with the shadow.

It seemed that as long as he moved, the land would burst.

It also seems to be a king who dominates a realm, who is dissatisfied with the existence of other creatures at this moment.

Potential!

Mo Feng, who was opposite Wu Wang, had round eyes, blue veins popped out of his forehead, his body strength was constantly gathering, but his fists were trembling slightly.

Mo Feng was under the influence of the peer opposite, and at this moment, his patience had reached the apex, and he had reached the moment of decision to retreat or enter.

Mo Feng suddenly rushed forward, clenched his fists without fancy, and shouted meaninglessly, as if he was venting something, his handsome face became a little hideous.

Wu Wang moved almost at the same time, and that side turned into a punch he hit forward and collided head-on with Mo Feng's punch.

boom!

The muffled sound vibrated everywhere, and the spiritual energy waved in all directions.

This sturdy pair of fists made ordinary people who don't know why their eyelids jumped slightly, and they only felt that one of the two fists was about to shatter.

At this time, crackling sounds came from all over the ring, and the wooden frames on all sides collapsed at the same time. Wu Wang seemed to be prepared, and fell steadily, grabbing Mo Feng's wrist by the way, and dragging the opponent into front of him. .

Mo Feng's eyes were full of shock, and he subconsciously clenched his fist.

There is nothing unusual.

I just seemed to hit a ball of cotton wool, and the force of the collision seemed to have been absorbed by the opponent's punch, and this force was inexplicably transmitted to the ring at the foot.

How did you do it?

Even if there is a clever way of transforming power, how can he unload all his strength when making a fist movement...

"how did you do that?"

Mo Feng held Wu Wang's arm with his backhand, staring and asked: "You just!"

"It's okay you guys!"

There was a crowd of people around, and they looked at the two people in front of them with concern.

"Use spiritual power."

Wu Zuo smiled and returned these three words, his arm shook, and Mo Feng's palm could not be grasped immediately, he subconsciously stepped back half a step, and could only watch Wu Zuo jump into the crowd, his figure disappeared.

"draw!"

Dong Zhu shouted these two words with a smile, but Mo Feng still couldn't return to his senses.

Mo Feng clearly remembered the few words Master said in his ear on the way he was here...

‘Why, you won the top of your martial arts school year-to-year comparison, and you think it’s okay for you to reach the sixth rank of the martial artist at this age?

This time, the master took you to visit your master. It was your master who heard that your cultivation base is advancing quickly and called you to come and give pointers.

Your master recently accepted a little apprentice, that is, your little master uncle. He has been practicing for half a year, and his strength has grown quite rapidly. Letting you pass this time is to let you know that there are heavens outside the world, and there are people outside the world. ’

"Mo Feng, where did it hurt?"

The master's voice came from the side, causing the stunned Mo Feng to gradually return to his senses, and shook his head dumbly.

"Master, that's my child..."

"Junior Brother!"

The fragrant wind rushed towards his face, and the cry of crying made Mo Feng feel goose bumps all over his body.

Before he had time to dodge, he was hugged by the senior sister who rushed next to him and swayed vigorously. The soft elasticity passed through the thin fabric made Mo Feng subconsciously want to break free from the arms of the senior sister.

Really, don't know anything.

…

"Huh? This is our uncle?"

Half an hour later, in Qiu's hometown.

The courtyard was quite lively, Qiu Lao sat in his wooden chair with a smile, looking at the three young people in front of him.

Behind Mr. Qiu, there were more figures beside Senior Sister Qiu Li and Senior Brother Dong Zhu, who was naturally the middle-aged woman wearing a battle armor and carrying a spear, Chun Luan.

In front of Mr. Qiu, Wu Wang stood aside honestly, shorting his clothes and leggings, a little restrained.

Next to Wu Wang were two of Chunluan’s disciples. The one who had fought with Wu Wang was named Mo Feng. He was a 19-year-old martial artist with the sixth rank and a well-known martial artist. Chun Luan.

The hot girl who is holding Mo Feng's arm at the moment is named Fu Er, a martial artist, and a childhood sweetheart who grew up with Mo Feng.

It seems that the two of them will continue to grow up together in the future.

Chunluan sternly said, "You two still don't call people? Don't be unruly!"

Mo Feng bowed his head to salute Wu Wang, and said sternly: "The disciple pays homage to Master Qingshan."

"It's too polite," Wu Mou returned with a smile.

Fu Er looked at Wu Wang up and down, wondering: "Are you older than me?"

Wu Wang smiled without saying a word.

As soon as Fu Er wanted to find a place for his precious junior, Chun Luan said with a dark face, "I just slap your ass!"

"Huh, the uncle is just the uncle, and he beat my junior brother before."

"Senior Sister," Mo Feng said in a low voice, "Uncle Uncle was asking me to recognize my identity, and in the end he shattered the ring with his skill and took care of my face.

You are really rude to say so. "

Fu Er blinked, and immediately changed his attitude towards Wu Wang, and bowed his hands honestly: "Well, I've seen the little uncle."

Wu Wang:...

I have to add a small print.

"Master-nephew don't need to be polite," Wu Zuo smiled and arched his hands. "I have just started practicing, and there is not much accumulation yet, and there is no way to give the two meeting presents."

Mo Feng asked: "Uncle Master, have you only practiced for half a year?"

"Um."

"Uncle Master, how did you do that trick just now?" Mo Feng asked, "I have also practiced using spiritual energy to transform energy, but I always feel that it is not very useful, and it is easy to cause spiritual inward rush."

"You have to treat your spiritual power as a whole," Wu Wang said. "The whole body's spiritual power runs in a continuous line. The key to achieving spiritual power is to not regard spiritual power as a river, but Think of it as Lake Haze, responding to the fluctuations of power with the tides of Daze."

Mo Feng thoughtfully.

The three senior brothers and sisters on the side also showed thoughts on their faces.

Old Qiu smiled and said, "Is this the beginning of class?"

"The disciples dare not."

"Okay," Qiu Lao's eyes were full of emotion, "I, a closed disciple, received it. It is really blessed by the **** of war, and my comprehension is absolutely extinct...Chunluan?"

"The disciple is here!"

"Calling you back this time, the main reason is for you to compete with your younger brother, and tell him about the outside world by the way."

Old Qiu said softly:

"Of these disciples of mine, you are the most stable right now. Qiu Li and Dong Zhu are both secretly wounded and unable to show the full power of the martial arts.

Young people are most afraid of being impetuous in their practice.

It just so happens that I will teach Qingshan Bengyun Jin to the teacher tomorrow, and let your two disciples watch. "

"Yes!"

Chunluan was full of joy: "You two, don't you want to thank Master!"

Mo Feng's eyes were full of fire, and he bowed deeply to Qiu Lao;

Fu Er is also quite honest, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not bad in respecting the teacher.

Chunluan looked at Wu Wang and said with a smile: "What is the realm of Junior Brother now?"

"Martial artist first-class," Wu Wang slightly clenched his fist, shook his fist front to the side, and flicked out a faint shadow of the fist.

"Half a year?"

Chun Luan asked back.

"Well," Wu Wang added, "I have been working hard since I was a kid."

Huh, cluck...

Chunluan pressed her palm, her knuckles crackled, her mouth was smiling, but her body was filled with layers of blood red aura.

"Wizards? What my senior sister likes most is to beat the wizards. Tsk tsk, I use almost the strength of the third rank of a martial artist to show all your strength!"

"Master sister!"

Qiu Li hurriedly shouted: "You'd better use the martial arts ninth rank...no, the strength of the martial arts realm is a bit strange."

"Then bullying him too much," Chun Luan waved his hand, "Don't worry, it's okay, the problem is not big, the senior sister's two hundred years of experience in fighting on the battlefield are in vain?"

Wu Wang nodded solemnly. He knew that the first real contest since he practiced is about to begin.

Go all out!

So, after three cups of tea.

A strong power erupted from the small courtyard, the clouds in the sky seemed to solidify, and the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly rioted.

In Qiu Lao's small courtyard, the female general lying on the ground trembled slightly, the strength of the martial arts level burst out, her breath rushed into the sky, and the long spear suspended on one side burst out with tigers!

"Little brother, come again, this time, the master sister will spend more than 100 million yuan, points, and points of strength."

Wu Wei raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose.

This is still anxious.

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