Martial Arts Master - Chapter 122

[Chapter 121]

The sun was shining just right on Sunday, shining in through the windows of the Hongluowu Pavilion, leaving a room full of splendor. Lou Cheng barefooted every inch of brilliance, as if walking on a road paved with gold. He was in a happy mood, full of Overjoyed and relieved of all stress.

He looked at Yan Zheke, and walked back leisurely in the background of the silence of the martial arts disciples and students.

This is the taste of victory!

When passing by Cai Zongming and others, he happily nodded and said hello, not embarrassed by the reality of bare feet.

“It’s really a master!”

“It turns out that warriors who don’t have the outer gang can be so powerful, and they broke their shoes in one fell swoop…”

“Don’t you see cracks and footprints on the stone ground? If you punch the boys in our academy, wouldn’t you beat them into patties?”

“Really Man!”

The girls from several art academies whispered in admiration and praised them. They usually watch them fighting outside the Gang, but they lack a clear understanding of the pill realm and body refinement. Today is the first time I know that human beings can be so fierce just by relying on their bodies. For the first time, I am impressed by the martial arts club of my own school.

“The boys who practice martial arts are very energetic and have a good temperament…” They saw Lin Que stand up and walk towards Lou Cheng. They looked around and came to the same conclusion.

Listening to their undisguised discussion, Cai Zongming had the urge to burst into tears. If he hadn’t been lazy last year and had joined the special training of the Martial Arts Club, now, now, he still can’t beat Chengzi… He is a pervert!

Zhang Jingye was a little pantothenic, Wu Qian was keenly aware of it, and whispered in his ear: “Just pretend we are discussing TV stars, idols, singers, and famous martial artists, and just talk about it, gossip a few words, and not many people really take it to heart. went.”

“Yes.” Zhang Jingye was relieved.

But in this way, wouldn’t there be a distance between Orange and himself and others?

Qiu Zhigao said with emotion: “I really envy oranges… I often dream of the scene just now…”

As a man who also likes to show off his muscles in the bedroom, as a freshman who has an amateur level at school, saying that he never dreamed of martial arts when he was young is definitely a lie, but as he grows older, he loses his talent and gradually recognizes it. Clear the reality, rationally invest time and energy in reading.

Staring at the arena, his blood was tumbling, and his melancholy lasted for a long time, and finally turned into a sigh, and he was completely speechless.

I hope Chengzi can go further in the martial arts and let me know how beautiful this glorious path is…

Zhao Qiang pondered, and suddenly blurted out: “Old Qiu, did you find that Chengzi won the game with a ‘ha’ at the end, this must be protected by a mysterious power, he sacrificed his time…”

“Ah, what?” Qiu Zhigao looked blank.

“Forget it, you’re not a real fan…” Zhao Qiang turned his voice down and sighed, “We’ve been pleasing and laughing all the way, it’s not as impressive as the two games at Orange.”

Qiu Zhigao laughed and said, “It’s normal, just like you like pretty, cute and playful girls.”

“I like to study.” Zhao Qiang pushed his black-rimmed glasses seriously, “I’m going to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam from now on.”

“It’s so early, it’s only freshman year!” Qiu Zhigao exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Qiang smiled slightly, put away all the seriousness and indecentness, and sighed: “I have considered it very clearly, everyone has their own characteristics and their own future, the postgraduate entrance examination is the most suitable for me, and no one else can practice martial arts. , I’ll follow along to practice martial arts? It’s better to prepare early than cramming in front of you, right? Gradually improve your connotation and ability, there will always be someone who likes me, right?”

The three rhetorical questions in a row made Qiu Zhigao stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said, “Aqiang, why do you feel that you have a little more depth of thought?”

Zhao Qiang didn’t speak, he pushed the black-rimmed glasses again, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the window.

…………

When he was about to reach the tatami where the Songda Martial Arts Club was located, Lou Cheng saw Li Mao taking the lead, and everyone applauded to welcome him back. Yan Zheke grinned and his eyes rolled, as if playful and joyful.

Amidst the applause, he found that Lin Que stood up and walked towards him, so he raised his right hand with a smile and gave a high five.

Lin Que was stunned and didn’t slow down his pace, but when he was about to pass Lou Cheng’s right side, he stretched out his palm and gave him a light tap.

“Come on!” Lou Cheng said with a smile, and he added in his stomach, Uncle!

Lin Que nodded, looked over his shoulder, looked at the ring, and looked at his opponent.

The two passed by, Lou Cheng returned to the tatami, and was sitting in Lin Que’s position, only one Guo Qing separated from Yan Zheke.

“sharp!”

“Oranges are fine!”

“April’s final product competition has won nine out of ten!”

Li Mao, Sun Jian, Chen Changhua and others raised their thumbs and expressed their admiration, making Lou Cheng happy both physically and mentally, full of refreshment.

He was about to clench his fists to respond when he suddenly felt pain in his arms and hands. He hurriedly unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves. He found a few bruises, a little redness and swelling, and his bones were very sore.

“Are you okay? I brought the ointment and I’m in the locker room.” Yan Zheke asked with a little distressed look.

ah?

Hearing this sentence, the eyes of Li Mao, Lin Hua and the others suddenly came over, looking back and forth between Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke.

And Yan Zheke also noticed that she was taking too much initiative and became the focus of everyone. Her pretty face suddenly turned red, shy and timid, and she was extremely beautiful.

Lou Cheng was heartbroken and went to the dressing room to apply ointment?

The two get along?

He retained the last trace of restraint and said, “Lin Que is going to play soon. As a teammate, it doesn’t seem good to not watch and cheer?”

Sun Jian, who was behind him, couldn’t bear his “hypocrisy” and coaxed: “Lin Que’s opponent is only a first-rank amateur, what’s so good about it? Go and apply the ointment, don’t leave any dark wounds that will affect next week’s game!”

“Okay!” Lou Cheng was waiting for someone else’s persuasion, and immediately stood up and looked at Yan Zheke.

Yan Zheke regretted making this suggestion for a long time. She felt her face was burning hot, and immediately rolled him a glance. But after looking at his bruises and swelling, she pursed her lips, turned her head, stood up, and blushed. Avoiding all eyes but arrogantly walked to the locker room.

Lou Cheng looked at her swaying back, and followed behind with a swaying mind, with the whispers of Li Mao and others in his ears.

“Tsk tsk, the current junior is amazing!” Chen Changhua sighed with emotion.

College students who are also martial arts students, why have they been single dogs for four years?

Li Mao also sighed: “I always feel that he has no hope of catching up…”

It’s like thinking that his martial arts future is just like that…

There was no one around in the dressing room, Yan Zheke turned around, put his hands behind his back, and snorted:

“Tell me why you agreed! You should ask me to take out the ointment and apply it outside yourself!”

Lou Cheng suddenly felt a flirtation, and pretended to be pitiful: “But I’m not good at painting myself. I have both hands, and it still hurts.”

“Really?” Yan Zheke hurriedly checked. As a girl from a martial arts family, she still has the corresponding vision, and said with a sigh of relief, “There is no injury on the bones, sit down and I will get the ointment.”

She trotted to the locker, took out the ointment, sat next to Lou Cheng, raised her bruised right hand, squeezed out the ointment, and kneaded it with a specific technique.

Lou Cheng’s eyes have been chasing her figure, following her busyness. At this moment, he is looking at the girl beside him, at her skin that can be broken by bullets, at her thin red cheeks, at her flushed face. With her moist lips, looking at her slightly distressed expression, looking at her focused and gentle eyes, although there was pain from the kneading part of her right hand, she was contented, even drinking alcohol was not intoxicating. Drunk feeling.

At this moment, he had some longing for forever.

After rubbing away the bruises on his hands, Yan Zheke rolled his eyes and said in a pretentious manner, “Which is your cabinet? I’ll bring your shoes here. It’s not good to step on the ground with bare feet.”

“That.” Lou Cheng pointed, enjoying the girl’s thoughtfulness and tenderness.

“Continue rubbing yourself~” Yan Zheke wiped her hands with the tissue next to her, turned and walked towards the cabinet.

When she took out Lou Cheng’s sneakers, she deliberately blocked her vision with her back, looked at the code quickly and seriously, then raised the corner of her mouth, and carried the shoes back with a smile.

“Why are you so happy?” Lou Cheng asked curiously.

Yan Zheke said with a smile, “I think if you didn’t bring these shoes, you’d have to go back barefoot!”

“Who would use martial arts shoes as an everyday item?” Lou Cheng replied with a relaxed body and mind.

His socks were also gloriously broken just now, and he could only wear shoes with bare feet temporarily.

…………

“Ah ah ah! Lou Cheng is so handsome!” Yan Xiaoling spoke to Huan Fan while staring at the playback on the screen.

Huan Fan smiled crisply and said, “The scene where he turns around and ends up barefoot perfectly fits all my expectations and fantasies about the mysterious master!”

“Listen to the commentary, that rank 9 who lost is very strong, and he is close to the Dan realm. Haha, he is now madly praising our family Lou Cheng, saying that he is not only a genius, a rank 9 for half a year, but also good at actual combat and good at Seize the opportunity…” Yan Xiaoling wanted to give the commentator a compliment with satisfaction.

While the two girls were chatting and laughing, Yan Xiaoling opened the web page and logged in to the forum, preparing to create posts related to this trial.

After the page was swiped, she suddenly rubbed her eyes, doubting that she had read the wrong number.

Only four fans followed yesterday, how come there are three hundred and sixty-eight now?

How many times has this been doubled?

“Fan Fan, Fan Fan, go to the forum! I think something is wrong with my eyes!” Yan Xiaoling quickly sent a message to Huan Fan.

After a while, Huan Fan replied weakly, “I seem to have a problem with my eyes.”

In this forum, the “Unparalleled Dragon King” silently made a post:

“Building Data Collection”

“Name: Lou Cheng.”

“Occupation: Student.”

“Age: Nineteen.”

“School of study: Songcheng University.”

“Martial arts rank: strong professional ninth rank.”

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In the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall, most of the disciples and students are already desperate and full of loss. Only a few core disciples who know Pan Chengyun’s true strength still hold the last glimmer of hope, hoping that he can turn the tide of the battle as a secret weapon.

As long as Lin Que is defeated, the third martial artist of Songcheng University will not even have a first-rank amateur!

Pan Chengyun adjusted his breathing and stood opposite Lin Que, because it was his first time on the court, and there was no problem of physical recovery, so even if there was no time to talk, the referee did not rush to announce the start of the game, but instead called the staff to clean up the debris in the arena , so as not to interfere with subsequent battles.

After some busywork, he confirmed to the two warriors, then waved his right hand and said loudly:

“start!”

Pan Chengyun knew that the strength of his ninth-rank occupation could not be hidden from Lin Que for a long time, and it would be revealed after a few hands, so he planned to go all out from the beginning and seize the opportunity that the other side despised.

He visualized the spreading flames, “ignited” his whole body, his back was tensed, he pushed down, his legs and feet exerted force, and he slammed into Lin Que for several meters.

Lin Que didn’t give in, he strode forward, suddenly stopped, his feet were hard, his body trembled slightly, his temples bulged out immediately, his right arm was pulled back, and he completed an explosion and an electric shot in a very short distance, hitting Pan Chengyun like a meteor. .

And Pan Chengyun also completed the first outbreak, as if holding a giant hammer and hitting hard.

boom!

Just as the two collided, Pan Chengyun seemed to be hit by a bomb, and his whole body shook, his bones trembled, his qi and blood rolled, his five internal organs were uncomfortable, and his fascia and muscles were hard to exert force for a while!

Lin Que approached, his left arm snapped out, and stopped on his neck.

“The third game, Lin Que wins!” The referee suddenly wanted to laugh. It ended faster than the first game. It really was a professional ninth-rank battle against an amateur first-rank, and the gap was indeed quite huge.

Lin Que didn’t look at Pan Chengyun, his expressionless face showed a look of thought, and he whispered to himself:

“Sure enough, you have to be like him and try your best from the very beginning?”

While speaking, Lin Que bowed his hands, turned around and walked out of the ring with no joy or sorrow. There was really nothing to be happy about defeating an amateur first-rank opponent.

Pan Chengyun stared blankly, and suddenly wanted to shout loudly to declare the truth to everyone.

I’m a professional ninth-rank, not an amateur first-rank!

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