Urban Flower Protection Dragon

Li Hu was really angry. He was instructed by a famous expert in the country since he was a child. He was very confident about his strength, but today he was despised by Ling Feng.

"Boy, today I want you to pay for your arrogance." With that, Li Hu made a sudden effort under his feet and rushed to Ling Feng.

"What a fast speed!"

"Li Hu is the National Youth Wushu champion. It seems that guy is going to have bad luck."

Few people in the stands are optimistic about Ling Feng.

Ling Feng still carried his hands behind him and looked at Li Hu rushing towards him calmly.

Li Hu's strength is at the level of chemical strength, which can be regarded as a leader among his peers, but such strength is really not enough in front of Ling Feng.

Li Hu soon approached Ling Feng. He punched out, but Ling Feng had already disappeared in front of him.

"Fool, I'm behind you." Ling Feng said with a smile.

"What?" Li Hu was stupid in an instant.

Just now he clearly saw Ling Feng in front of him.

Li Hu didn't dare to neglect and hit Ling Feng with his elbow, but Ling Feng's figure disappeared.

The irritated Li Hu kept attacking, but Ling Feng was like a ghost, from left to right. After a while, Li Hu was sweating, but he didn't even touch Ling Feng's clothes.

At this time, Li Hu's face was green. Just now, he thought Ling Feng was talking big, but after the just confrontation, he finally understood that Ling Feng's strength was not blowing. He was not Ling Feng's opponent at all.

Seeing Li Hu's constant attack, Ling Feng was finally a little impatient. He said faintly, "well, I don't have time to play with you. Let you know what the real murderous spirit is."

With that, Ling Feng dodged Li Hu's head-on punch and hit Li Hu fiercely on his shoulder.

Li Hu felt the cold smell from Ling Feng. In an instant, the whole person stayed in place. He felt his blood coagulated.

"Bang!"

With a dull noise, Li Hu's body was knocked out by Ling Feng's shoulder, like a broken kite flying one meter high and falling heavily to the ground.

At this time, the people in the stands were like fools. They all saw the fight between the two just now. Ling Feng felt like he was fighting with a child and turned Li Hu around.

You know, Li Hu is the National Wushu champion. How is it possible.

Li Hu got up from the ground. In fact, Ling Feng only used three points of strength just now. Otherwise, it is estimated that Li Hu will lie in bed for half a year.

At this time, Li Hu looked at Ling Feng with complex eyes. At this time, there was a sense of awe in his heart.

Ling Feng is very strong. In the past, he only heard from his men that he knew Ling Feng's strength after the real fight.

He and Ling Feng differ too much. It can be said that they are not at the same level at all.

Who the hell is this guy? He has such strong strength.

"I lost." Li Hu stood up and said reluctantly.

Ling Feng smiled and appreciated Li Hu's character of admitting gambling and admitting defeat.

The whole audience was in an uproar. No one expected that the result of the game should be like this. Li Hu has lost two of the three games.

"But don't be complacent, Ling Feng. I admit that you are better than me, but you will lose the last game." Li Hu said confidently.

"The last one is the 4x400 meter relay. Ling Feng, where are your teammates?" Li Hu asked.

Ling Feng touched his nose and pointed to several people behind AI Yong: "my teammates are there."

Looking at several people in the stands, Li Hu couldn't help laughing: "just them, Ling Feng, you're not kidding."

The three people behind Ling Feng are just ordinary students. They are looking for professional athletes. There is no suspense in this game.

At this time, several people Li Hu was looking for came in. When he saw the three people coming in, everyone took a breath.

These three people are from the municipal track and field team. One of them, Liu Fei, is the national 400 meter champion. The strength of both sides is not comparable at all.

"Boss, why don't I talk to the school track and field team and find two professional players." Sun Yang said with some worry.

"No, as long as you can run down." Ling Feng said faintly.

At this time, all the students came to the school playground. In the eyes of most people, it was a contest without any suspense.

You should know that the four people on Li Hu's side are from the municipal track and field team and have received professional training, but Ling Feng's side is full of amateurs. Even if Ling Feng's speed is fast, it is very difficult to narrow this gap.

"Are you sure you want to play against us with this squad?" Li Hu looked at the three people behind Ling Feng and sneered.

Ling Feng smiled and said, "of course, why don't you dare?"

Li Hu laughed at Ling Feng's words.

"I don't dare. Is there a mistake? You'll lose the game, Ling Feng." Li Hu sneered.

"Boss, I don't think we really have a chance to win. Look at others. They are all professional. We can't run them at all!" AI Yong also said with some worry on one side.

"Don't worry, there's me." Ling Feng smiled and said confidently.

At this time, all the students came to the stands on the school playground.

"Did Ling Feng make a mistake? Just a few of them compare with professional athletes. Aren't they looking for abuse?"

"Yes, it seems that Ling Feng must have lost this game."

In the first few games, many people thought Ling Feng would win the game. Only this one, almost no one believed that Ling Feng would win.

Several people discussed the order. The last stick on both sides was Ling Feng and Li Hu, that is to say, the last stick was a real contest between the two people.

If it is a single competition between Li Hu and Ling Feng, Li Hu may not have the confidence to beat Ling Feng, but now Ling Feng can be described as full of confidence.

"Ai Yong, your first shot, Sun Yang's second shot, Xiao Xu's third shot. Just run as fast as you can. Don't be under pressure." Ling Feng said with a smile.

The first shot AI Yong stood on the runway. He practiced sports, so his speed was the fastest among several people.

"These people invited by Li Hu are all professional players. Such a competition is too unfair."

"Yes, it's estimated that Ling Feng doesn't have to run in the last stick."

The game is about to begin. Ling Feng quietly comes to AI Yong.

"Ling Feng, don't worry, I will try my best." AI Yong looked at Ling Feng and said seriously.

Ling Feng nodded, patted AI Yong on the shoulder and input a aura into AI Yong's body.

"Come on." Then Ling Feng turned and left with a smile.

I don't know why. After Ling Feng patted him on the shoulder, AI Yong suddenly felt that he had endless strength.

Standing beside AI Yong is Liu Fei of the municipal track and field team, who won the national championship.

Liu Fei took a disdainful look at Ai Yong: "boy, don't be left too far by me later."

AI Yong took a look at Liu Fei and didn't speak. After all, there was a great difference in strength between the two, so people didn't say too much.

At this time, a student with a starting gun was in front of two people.

"Miss Sun, what do you think?" Then a teacher with eyes and a teacher in sportswear asked.

"There is no suspense in this game. I estimate that Ling Feng has no chance to run in the last stick." Mr. Sun said confidently.

Mr. Sun is the school track and field coach. He is familiar with these athletes and is well-known all over the country. Therefore, in his eyes, there is no suspense at all.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, the game began.

AI Yong and Liu Fei rushed out at the same time.

Liu Fei is worthy of being a professional player. At the beginning, AI Yong was dropped half a meter.

AI Yong's 100 meter speed is also very fast. When he is full of strength, the gap between them is not big, but AI Yong knows that his physical strength can only last 100 meters, and there will be no physical strength behind him.

"This young man's speed is also good!" Seeing that the distance between them was not opened, the teacher with eyes smiled and said.

Mr. Sun sneered: "although he runs fast in the first 100 meters, he has little physical strength in the back. The key to the 400 meters is the second half."

AI Yong rushed 100 meters desperately, and the distance between him and the athlete was only half a meter. To AI Yong's surprise, he didn't feel tired at all, but ran faster and faster.

"How possible!" After a hundred meters, I saw that AI Yong's speed did not drop, but teacher sun was a little incredible.

At first, Liu Fei didn't try his best. After seeing 100 meters, AI Yong didn't open by himself. His face was a little ugly.

He won the national championship. It would be a shame if he lost to this young man in such a small competition.

So he did his best, but to his surprise, the young people around him not only didn't slow down, but became faster and faster.

"How could this be possible? How could there be such a master in this university." Liu Fei was a little flustered.

After 200 meters, the athlete's speed decreased, but AI Yong ran faster and faster, surpassing the athlete.

At 300 meters, AI Yong had surpassed Liu Fei. At last, AI Yong was more than ten meters ahead of the athlete.

"How is this possible?" At this time, Li Hu's face was pale. You know, he used the first shot to widen the gap, but the gap was opened, and he was led by others.

Mr. Sun stood up excitedly at this time. He seemed to see a star of hope in track and field, which was about to be born in his own hands.

The second stick is Sun Yang. Compared with AI Yong, although Ling Feng also injected spiritual power, Sun Yang's strength is too poor. He was not only chased back by others, but exceeded by the other party by more than 50 meters.

At this time, Li Hu's heart was a little relaxed. Liu Xu ran a little slower in the third stick. He was even exceeded by more than 150 meters. That is to say, when Ling Feng took over, Li Hu was already 200 meters away.

This is the joy of Li Hu. Not to mention that he is a professional player, it is impossible for a snail to chase 200 meters.

Hum, Ling Feng, what's the use of being strong? The final victory belongs to me.

But just then, suddenly, there was a cry in the stands.