Chapter 1013 fast, accurate and hard

"Liar!"

The girl sneered and turned away.

"I lied to you. Don't you also want to follow the trend and hold the big tree?"

The scholar gave a Pooh and shook his head. He didn't feel ashamed at all.

"Chen Qing, didn't get it?"

Two people came up and asked with a smile.

"Don't mention it. It's been unlucky recently. I haven't got one."

Chen Qing waved his hand, and his face was full of misfortune: "Xu Le, the son of the 18th emperor never learns fighting skills. He can't even stop one move, which delays me to pick up girls, grass!"

His features were all crowded together, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his face was full of fat.

"Shh, keep it down. Don't be heard by the people in the war hall."

As soon as the taxi's face around him changed, he quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

Who could have thought that the more persuasive others were, the more energetic Chen Qingyue was. How could he raise his arms and shout: "it's rubbish. What's the matter? Don't let others say it. Don't stop me. If he didn't want to fall down, I would have gone up and taught him!"

Unexpectedly, the man next to him had already run away. No one stopped him at all.

Many scholars around cast surprised eyes.

Is this man a fool?

Chen Qing felt his nose awkwardly, smiled around him, twisted his fat body, and quickly got into the crowd.

"Xu Le lost?"

"Impossible!"

"Here..."

Xu Le's picture of being defeated by a fist of local will is just like a thunderbolt, which suddenly splits down.

All men, all fools.

Those scholars in the war hall almost fell to the ground because they could not stand stably.

"Is this a fake?"

In the distance, the eldest son with his eyes rubbed and mouth opened.

Before Feng Yanzhe won, he was more or less skeptical, and then he was completely shocked by the final decision of local records.

Although he watched the training of Beitang every day, he didn't find anything special.

It's only three months, how can we transform so thoroughly?

I really don't understand.

"You say three moves to defeat me, but not to be rude, I will send this sentence back to you, one move, I can defeat you with one move!"

The local chronicle put up a finger and said, "but I'm different from you. You say it first and then do it, and I do it later."

Xu Le covers his chest and his pupils contract violently.

He desperately wanted to stand up, but he felt as if he had pressed a huge stone, and couldn't breathe at all.

That fist just now seems to be light and floating. Who would have expected that the breath inside is horrible, which makes people totally unprepared.

It seems that such a simple and unshakable fist can burst out such a terrible force. If it is not for personal confrontation, it will never be able to experience that feeling.

"How did he do it? It's hard. Have you ever hidden your real strength? "

Xu Le's face was as white as paper. This time, he was defeated in front of so many scholars.

I only feel that my face is so hot that I wish I could find a crack to get in.

"Well done!"

On the north side of the hall, Huo Yunan jumped up and gave a fierce fist and roar.

This is his long-standing resentment, burst out in one breath.

Although it's not his revenge, it's still a wonderful feeling.

Huo Yunan's voice immediately awakened some scholars. They repeatedly gasped and swallowed.

"Your Highness has won."

"Well, and still One move to defeat... "

"Am I dreaming?"

"No, because I saw it, too."

People take a deep breath, it is very reluctantly to suppress the bottom of my heart.

Those scholars in the war hall were all pale and bloodless.

Originally, song Tianyu's defeat made them feel depressed. But who could have expected that Xu Le, the most powerful player, still failed.

Song Tianyu has supported 15 moves, but Xu Le has not even supported one move!

Qian Yan, who has been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opens his eyes and their eyes burst into pure light.

In the previous local records, he felt very real.

It seems simple, because it has reached the point of no work.

There is no fancy, just ordinary straight boxing, but often can break out unexpected power.

Turn complexity into simplicity and return to simplicity.

This is the meaning of fighting.

However, how can local chronicles understand this?

Qian Yan's fists are slightly clenched. In fact, he has reached this level, so he can feel the horror of local records.

If you say that a boxing may ruin you, Qian Yan can do it himself.

However, if you can do it yourself, you should.

He has never cultivated any fighting skills before. How can he do it?

All of a sudden, a flash of inspiration, Qian Yan thought of Chu Yun.

Before Chu Yun came, Beitang was still a group of mud that couldn't help the wall, and even played a trick on Zhao Chong, the general instructor of the million forbidden army.

But after the arrival of Chu Yun, in just three months, these people in Beitang seem to have been reborn, and all their mental outlook is completely new.

Whether it is the former fengyanzhe or the current local aspirations, they are all different from before.

In their eyes, there is a light of self-confidence, which belongs to the strong.

Only those who really understand the essence of fighting can be so confident in fighting.

"Interesting."

Qian Yan was very interested in Chu Yun, who had never met before.

"Good!"

Huo Tiexin had a big drink and his face was full of bright smiles.

When Fang Zhi beat Xu Le with one blow, he hit everyone in the face.

Let those who previously despised Beitang keep quiet.

It's not a coincidence that our son's transformation can be seen.

Because, all of Beitang's participating in the training are different.

"Tut Tut, please, my young master Xu."

After saying this, Fang Zhi walked down from the challenge arena with a high face.

It's nice to be in the limelight.

"You are the one who likes to show off, aren't you?"

Under the stage, Feng Yanzhe looked at the local chronicles coldly, held his shoulder and hummed: "I hide my strength and beat him after 15 moves, but you'd better give full play to it without considering the overall situation!"

"It's the simplicity and quickness that makes you keep something on purpose. That's what the teacher taught us."

The reason for the local chronicle's face.

"You can say it."

Feng Yanzhe turns his head and doesn't follow the local will.

"Well done, brother."

Fang Yuying clenched her pink fist and her face was excited.

"Small."

It seems that the local chronicles pretended to be modest, but in fact, they deliberately increased their voice, hoping that hundreds of scholars could hear it clearly: "Xu Le is still too weak to be my opponent. At that time, I will pull down the strongest one, which is really powerful!"

He said that the strongest people, we all know.

It refers to Qian Yan.

Qian Yan smiled coldly and didn't respond.

But in fact, his heart is very serious, and he has been thinking about countermeasures.

It can be seen that Fang Zhicai has just comprehended these things and is not proficient.

But his fighting moves are really strange and unheard of.

Is it difficult? Does Chu Yun really have this kind of magic and can accomplish the impossible in three months?

"Next, let me fight."

Huo Yunan walked up to the challenge arena excitedly.

At the war hall, many scholars looked at each other.

If song Tianyu's defeat is accidental, what can be used to explain Xu Le's defeat?

Can't we succeed? Is it the local will playing tricks, not suppressing power?

How could it be.

There are so many strong people sitting on the stage, but also there is a natural plan to watch the war, the small action of local ambition, can you hide from these people's eyes?

Since there is no reason, it can only be - insufficient strength.

Although they do not want to admit it.

"We, who Who will go? "

A gentleman asked weakly.

If they put it before, they must be scrambling to go up.

But now, in the face of Huo Yunan, who is full of confidence, they all have a feeling of retreat.

How humiliating is it to lose?

But it would be more humiliating to drag no one out.

"Let Let me try. "

A scholar raised his courage and went to the challenge arena with his teeth clenched.

No matter who the other party is, Huo Yunan waved and said with a arrogant smile, "boy, how many moves are you going to beat me?"

The scholar hesitated and faltered.

At the moment of the war, he was really nervous and didn't fight at all.

The reason why I come up is that I don't want to make a fool of Zhan Tang.

"No fun."

Huo Yunan shakes his head and goes up with a deceitful step according to the capture gesture taught by Chu Yun.

"Brush."

There was a sharp wind in the air, which blew up the scholar's robes.

The man raised his fist to fight, but he felt his breath was a little short, and his heart was in a mess.

At the moment, he doesn't care about any moves. He punches at random, which is quite powerful.

Huo Yunan sneers, grabs his wrist accurately, turns it upside down, then jumps to the side, kicks his leg, and grabs the scholar to the ground directly.

"Poo Tong."

The gentleman was lying on the ground, screaming.

Huo Yunan released his hand and pretended to sigh: "it's really boring. Life is lonely like snow..."

With that, he shook his head and walked off the stage.

Under the stage, still silent.

Those scholars are numb and have no expression on their faces.

You know, the war hall was the second school in the last Martial Arts Association!

As for Beitang, it is the bottom.

Not only at the bottom, but also without a win.

No matter who they are, they are like big gift bags, giving away the existence of promotion.

So when Beitang was drawn to the battle hall, all the scholars felt that this was a game without any suspense, and there was no point to watch at all.

Obviously, Beitang will be the first to go home.

But who could have expected that after three months of training, these scholars in Beitang seemed to have changed.

It is not only skillful in fighting skills, but also decisive, fast, accurate and ruthless. Most importantly, it has a stable mentality, and no matter the winner or the loser, it will not fluctuate at all.

How could it have changed so much?

This is by the master, to the top of it?