Not only did Tang Ning not feel ashamed, he even had some expectations. Yes, he was expecting the so-called monkey show in Jiang Tao's mind, eyes, and mouth. Now he expressed his expression through his eyebrows, eyes, curvature shapes of the corners of his mouth, and facial muscles, etc., all of the combined factors together, and his expression was the kind of expectation that he was very uneasy and eager to try.

Jiang Tao moved a few steps away from him, afraid that this guy's non-human emotions and low IQ would be contagious. Tang Ning grinned and said happily: "A monkey show... hehe, you have to play! But, boy Jiang, don't you think this kind of fighting is very interesting, elegant, and... challenging?"

"Bad..."

"Same fart! But..." Zhou Yu laughed, his expression suddenly changed, and he became as good as Tang Ning. He lowered his head and clenched his fists and coughed lightly, and leaned against him. He looked at Jiang Tao with Tang Ning and said, "We dare not be a big man in Tang, so we can only be a big boy in the butt!"

"Hmph, mentally retarded!"

A typical two children from abnormal families, Jiang Tao was too lazy to quarrel with them, so he jumped away from his seat, strided a few steps, and rushed to the edge of the contestant area, looking at the ring, looking forward to the start of the next game. His rebellious eyes contained a natural arrogance and disdain. It was not that kind of aloofness, but pure disdain and despise. He despised this kind of despise from the bones, which was somewhat false, and he hid and did not exert his full strength and was inseparable from the blood.

Although he has seen and experienced a real place of life and death, he is now really lacking in interest. He once had the idea of ​​abstaining from power, but this idea just flashed through his mind. He vaguely felt that as the game continued, other variables might appear. The blood that could make him feel bored and cooled up again.

At this time, a loud sound suddenly rang with the sound of the gong at the end of the final scene.

"The 37th game of the preliminary round, Qin Yu/Feng, a player from Yantai, Shandong... won!"

Roar! The surrounding audience thundered and thundered in the mountains and seas, and the sound was like a tide.

From 1:00 pm to now, the competition has been going on for more than seven hours without interruption. Both the contestants and the audience have very high physical energy consumption. The contestants are physically strong and have to be stronger in all aspects. They can support them in a few hours, but the audience is not able to do so. But despite this, most of them still want to persevere until the end of the last game. I really don’t know where they are so interested. Persisting until now, it’s not just watching the game, but enduring.

Mi Shui's throat was so loud that he could make such a big noise after seeing the young player who was eighteen or nineteen years old winning just now. I really have to admire them, and I admire them so much!

Qin Yu/feng on the stage has a medium figure, a thin figure, but has a beautiful face and a black "Li Ning". He has a very outstanding temperament. He persisted in the full game forty minutes and was tired and flushed, sweating and panting, but the result was good for him. With the advantage of his body skills, he won the game with just one move. He greeted the audience politely and turned over and jumped off the ring.

When passing by Jiang Tao, he couldn't help but look at him repeatedly.

The moment he was wrong, Jiang Tao suddenly said, "Congratulations!"

"...Thank you!" Qin Yu/Feng was stunned, slowed down, and responded politely: "If you are Jiang Tao, I wish you a victory in the end."

Looking at his back as he walked away, Jiang Tao seemed to have a blazing flame in his eyes and his lips moved slightly. "That's inevitable!"

"Dear spectators, now the last game of today will be held for five minutes. In five minutes, the contestants will be prepared. Mr. Min, so far, the preliminary round has been held for thirty-seven. Judging from your old experience, what are the advantages and disadvantages of these contestants participating in the contest?"

The gray hair was neatly combed neatly, wearing a gray Tang suit. She sat in front of the commentary stand for more than seven hours and helped Lu Xiping explain for more than seven hours. But Mr. Min, who was still leisurely, picked up the cup, sipped the tea, turned the microphone. He spoke in an authentic Henan accent and said, "Overall, the contestants participating in the competition are all relatively low in age, and the oldest is less than 30 years old, but they are not weak in all skills. Seeing these energetic young people, to be honest, I feel very relieved and deeply feel that I am not alone! China

The inheritance of martial arts has been passed down for thousands of years and has experienced countless ups and downs. Countless classics have been burned and the Taoist tradition has been lost. This has to be said to be a regret of the human world, the regret of us Chinese, the loss of martial arts civilization, especially in recent years, with the increasing improvement of people's material life, there are very few martial artists who have truly mastered the essence of fist. But today, I see hope. From these young people, I see the inheritance of Chinese martial arts. The era of awakening of martial souls is not far away."

"As the audience, the audience in front of the TV, the contestants who participated. Have you heard what Mr. Min said?"

The thunderous sound in the venue was heard, and the loud and deafening sound could only be heard clearly: "I heard... I've heard......"

Lu Xiping held the microphone in both hands and shouted excitedly: "The era of awakening of martial souls has arrived. So friends, tell me, what is it to strengthen the body and to improve oneself?"

"Zhong...hua...wu...soul! Zhong...hua...wild...soul..."

"What is the spirit of Chinese martial soul?"

"People... don't... offend me... I... don't... offend people!"

"Yes! Strengthen your body and strive for self-improvement. If you don't offend me, I won't offend others! The spirit of Chinese martial arts is not only the backbone of martial artists, but also the backbone of Chinese people! Friends, friends on site and in front of the TV. I believe that the Chinese martial arts that have been passed down for thousands of years will never fade. It will soon bring out a new spirit in the world. So friends, come and tell me what does Chinese martial arts symbolize?"

"The sky...there is no enemy...the sky...the sky...there is no enemy...the sky...the sky...there is no enemy..."

The audience and many contestants, who seemed to be injected with chicken blood, blushed. They were excited, carried away, and shouted hysterically! The sound of the tsunami gathering together almost lifted the roof.

Few Japanese people in the second floor VIP seat could understand Chinese, but they could feel this sudden atmosphere. They could feel the excitement, excitement, excitement, and so-called madness that the Chinese people came from their bones. Their faces were abnormal, and they couldn't help but leaned back together, trying to find support from their companions.

The calm and generous Asakusa Noyama shook his head slightly and sighed to Kuroki Toshiichi and Yoshimu Kasa on the left and right, "The Chinese have been promising this since ancient times. If the Eighth Route Army of the Chinese Revolutionary Army had not taken out an unparalleled propaganda skill, how could it have deceived so many Chinese people to join them? This made their power more and more powerful. Finally, it finally seized the whole world. Propaganda! It is invisible and invisible, but it is really a terrifying force!"

After a while, he suddenly saw Kuroki Jun's brow tightly, with thoughts in his eyes, and a smile, and slowly asked: "Keiki Jun, what are you thinking? Are you scared by this irrational behavior?"

"No, Teacher Yeshan." Kuroki Toshi shook his head and slowed down for a moment before saying, "I was wondering, when hundreds, thousands, countless people were shouting for the same slogan, would they form a trend? An invisible trend? If possible, can they also use this trend during the competition? Turn the external trend into their own strength... Oh, sorry, Teacher Yeshan, this is just my guess. Please forgive my rude words and lose your composure!"

Noyama's eyes surged, and even a little shocked and surprised, and said with a little excitement: "No, no, Kuroki, my child! You are not saying anything wrong, not only are you not saying anything wrong, but your guess is right, very correct!"

"Really? Teacher Noyama, my guess is correct? Can you really take advantage of this kind of momentum?" Kuroki Jun couldn't sit still, and suddenly stood up with a bright look, looking directly at the second-ranked figure of Fujihi Beichen, the head coach, Asakusa Noyama.

All along, his young and handsome appearance and cold and handsome appearance all have a calmness and calmness that is inconsistent with his age. He rarely reflects what he thinks in his heart on his face, but now, he is really excited. His eyes are full of fiery.

"Sit down, Kuroki, my child."

"Yes, Teacher Yeshan, I'm sorry, I've lost my composure."

After Kuroki Toshikyu sat down again. Asakusa Noyama, who was filled with relief in his eyes, nodded frequently and said seriously: "My child, you guessed very well. This is indeed a kind of trend! You can not only borrow it, but also use it to hurt the enemy. However, I have to tell you that this highest level is not what you are considering now, otherwise it will be harmful or useless."

"Why?"

"Do you know how many people can achieve such a state of accumulation of power in my Wuyin Beichen Sect over the past thousand years, take advantage of the power to gather the heaven, earth, and man into the highest realm?"

Before Kuroki Shun answered, Noyama Asakus stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him.

Kuroki Jun looked at the finger in front of him and asked uncertainly: "One, one?"

“Yes, there is only one for thousands of years!”

Kuroki Tsuki suddenly shook his heart, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He suddenly thought of the outstanding figure in history who was not only famous in Japan, but also in the world. "Is that?"

"Not bad! It is the Qianye Patriarch who created my Wuxi Beichen Sect. That great Lord Qianye Zhouzuo!"

"It's really the ancestor..." Kuroki Jun's heart was cold and his eyes dimmed. For thousands of years, there was only one ancestor Qianye who could reach that level. Isn't that just say that he had to reach the level of a grand master?

...

"That uncle can really fool him! Tang Ning, can you see the famous brands on his table?"

"Damn, brother, what do you think? Do you really think of me? Why do you look at his famous brand? Want to know him?"

"Of course, didn't you see it? These people in the venue were fooled by him and were like chicken blood. God! The era of awakening of martial souls! The Chinese martial souls! The world is invincible! Damn, my blood is so hot that I was fucking hot."

"This is a kind of momentum! If we can use this momentum, we don't have to do it, just blow a breath, and all these people in the field can be destroyed."

"...What do you mean?"

"It's just literal meaning, but you can't think about it anymore, it's useless."

"reason?"
Chapter completed!