The world's number one martial arts competition.

The arena.

Because of respect for martial artists, most martial artists only need to compete one day.

Even so, there are occasional news that both martial artists were injured and had to withdraw from the competition in disgrace.

It is said that on the periphery, the handicap bets of major martial artists have exceeded any world event, and only martial arts are the only ones.

Of course, the odds for the first place are very low, and most of them bet on Tang Long.

However, in addition, you can bet on the runner-up, third place, semi-finals, quarter-finals, quarter-finals, quarter-finals, and individual wins and losses.

Today, what Zhong Shenxiu wants to fight is Li San from Group D.

Li San practiced Baihuaquan, a major southern boxing sect. Although his name is a bit sissy, his killer moves are endless and brilliant.

Moreover, he is also one of the three giants in the circle of friends. Zhong Shenxiu bumped into the show when she debuted and noticed the deep malice behind the tournament.

Thorn! Thorn!

Many cameras and flashes worked at the same time. In the corridor leading to the ring, a large number of reporters and dogs surrounded them, and were stopped outside by Bai Yu and his bodyguard.

Finally, Zhong Shenxiu walked to the ring and felt the warm cheers of tens of thousands of viewers around him.

"Boy, I, Li San, will teach you a good lesson today and let you know the price of talking big."

Li San clenched his fists and looked cold.

"please!"

Zhong Shenxiu didn't say much and raised his right hand.

Li San roared, his blood and blood burst out, and suddenly many afterimages appeared on the ring.

This is the secret story of the Hundred Flowers Fist. It is known that it passes through the flowers, with the colorful springs, and the most charming eyes of the flowers.

In a blink of an eye, countless Li Sans seemed to be on the ring, and they launched an attack from all directions.

“Flavoring but not solid.”

Zhong Shenxiu shook her head, too lazy to see the other person's true body, and let the attack like a storm fall on him.

The strength of the Baihua Fist is combined with blood and energy, even if the iron man can make an iron discus, he can only make a rumbling sound at this time.

Zhong Shenxiu's face was as usual, and her footsteps did not move a little.

The audience and referees exclaimed constantly, and for him, it was the best battlefield to harvest the Tianxiu point.

50%…70%…90%…100%!

Soon, I got some harvest of the Tianxiu point and quickly began to accumulate another little.

‘This feeling is so comfortable…’

Zhong Shenxiu narrowed her eyes comfortably, as if Li San was just giving him a massage.

After feeling that Tianxiu Dian's growth slowed down, he chuckled and looked at the horrified Li San: "Are you tickling me? Now, either you stand and admit defeat, or you are sentenced to lose while lying down! Choose one by yourself."

"Don't think about it."

Li San let out a roar, and his body-protecting qi and blood burst to the peak, and he punched the last punch with an unyielding determination.

Bang!

Zhong Shenxiu grabbed his fist in his hand and threw it out of the field.

Li San was like a broken sack, and he walked around in the air for several times, fell to the ground, and was in a mess.

"Brother Hua's martial arts are indeed unfathomable."

Off the field, Tie Zhongtian and Xue Taoren showed such a look, and the other martial artists in the circle of friends were shocked.

"This... Mr. Tie may not have such strong skills, right?"

Li San is one of the three giants, and they all failed so easily, not to mention that this kind of hard qigong was so shocking that they could not get any benefits even if they went up.

In amazement, he actually felt a little bit of admiration for Zhong Shenxiu.

"Good kung fu, if I have bare hands and fists, I will not be sure at all..." Yang Kaishan sighed: "There is only a chance to compete in weapons."

In this martial arts competition, cold weapons are not prohibited, but if one party insists on using them and the other party insists on not using them, then they have to toss a coin.

...

Martial Arts Association.

Tang Minggao looked at the real-time surveillance video, and his muscles twitched on his face: "What a strong skill, Li San in Huaquan is also a good player among martial arts masters, but he can't break the defense."

He suddenly became a little alert, thought for a while, walked out of the office and came to a huge gym.

This temple is covered with bamboo mats and covers a large area. In the empty temple, there is only one person sitting cross-legged in the middle.

Behind him is a huge word "dragon"!

At this moment, it seemed that he could sense the visitor, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, Tang Minggao couldn't help but tremble his legs.

Even though he knew that the person sitting opposite him was his relative, he just felt that his calves were trembling when facing the gods and demons of the heavens.

"Uncle Thirteen, what's the matter?"

Tang Long looked very young, as if he was only twenty years old, and time had not left any trace on him. At this time, he was at the peak of his life, whether in martial arts, qi and blood, or even confidence.

What’s even more rare is the general trend of the world’s number one, no one else but me!

No matter when facing any master, the other party must be guilty, because what the other party faces is the real number one in the world!

"In this world's No. 1 martial arts competition, there were many strong enemies, and I recorded the video..."

Tang Minggao bent down unconsciously and lowered his voice: "One of them, Hua Wu, is Niu Dingtian's junior brother, see if I want it..."

"Need not!"

Tang Long stood up: "I am a warrior! The world's number one warrior, he dares to come to seek revenge on me, I appreciate him and give him this opportunity... If he can stand on the final arena, I will do it myself and beat him to death!"

"Your opponent this time is not simple..."

Tang Minggao wiped his cold sweat again.

"I am invincible." Tang Long sighed sadly: "You don't understand...invincible loneliness."

"Then I'll say goodbye."

Tang Minggao could not stand the other party's growing momentum and had to withdraw from the dojo.

After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and called a number: "Hey...Doctor Su? Have you seen the Huawu competition in the martial arts competition? I think this is an excellent sample, which is very helpful for perfecting our Super Warriors' plan... What? Will it be troublesome? It is his honor to be able to sacrifice for the cause of science and all mankind, and there is nothing he is unwilling to do. Well... that's it."

Tang Minggao hung up the phone, and a sneer appeared on his face.

This is not because he is afraid of Tang Long's failure, but just that he simply can't stand Niu Dingtian's junior brother.

Besides, even if the opponent's martial arts look good, Tang Minggao doesn't think Hua Wu can advance to the finals.

After all, there are endless experts among martial arts.

If you can reach the final and stand in front of Tang Long, you will almost certainly be at least the second best in the world!
Chapter completed!