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Zhao Jue knew that this was indeed the case, seeing Yang Chuan standing still five meters away, he clasped his fists and said, "Then please give me more advice!"

Yang Chuan clasped his fists in return, retreated, and made a basic lunge gesture: "Please!"

Zhao Jue let out a deep shout, stepped forward quickly in small steps, approached the rear fist like the wind, and struck out swiftly.

Yang Chuan had no expression on his face, he raised his hands to fight, and was forced to take a step back.

Zhao Jue was unforgiving, launching fierce offensives again and again, making Yang Chuan keep retreating.

Someone around shouted loudly: "Come on! Come on!"

Zhang Fengyi heard the voice familiar, turned his head to look, and was stunned.

Beside the host stage, a young woman was holding her fists to cheer for the people on the field, her face was dizzy with excitement, it was Lian Fang!

And judging by where she was standing, she was almost next to Song Wei, so she obviously had a close relationship with the latter.

Drawn by her voice, many people also began to cheer vigorously, and the atmosphere on the venue was enthusiastic for a while.

On the competition stage, Yang Chuan had already been forced back more than ten steps, and he was a bit embarrassed even to parry.

"It seems that the Song Pavilion Master has to send another high-level apprentice." Han Guochang sighed softly, "This Zhao Pavilion Master is not bad. Xiao Zhang, what do you think?"

"I don't think so." A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Fengyi's lips, "Second uncle, don't look at Yang Chuan's upper body movements, but carefully watch his footwork. It is steady but not chaotic, and retreats in an orderly manner. I think he is just adapting to the opponent. fist way."

Just as he finished speaking, the situation on the field changed suddenly.

Yang Chuan, who had been retreating steadily, suddenly turned around and punched Zhao Jue, forcing Zhao Jue away, and then without stopping, he changed his defense to attack, punching and kicking, and counterattacked with great momentum.

Zhao Jue was taken aback, but after all his skills were good, he parried five or six punches steadily, and wanted to fight back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he counterattacked, Yang Chuan sped up his movements again, punching through the empty door in the middle of him, and hit his chest.

Zhao Jue let out a muffled groan, and took five or six steps back before standing still.

Yang Chuan was relentless when he gained power, and chased after him like a shadow.

On the sidelines, Han Guochang said with emotion: "Xiao Zhang, you are very accurate!"

Zhang Fengyi had already turned his head to look at Lian Fang over there, and said casually: "The level of Zhao is too low, he will lose."

Although Lianfang over there was wearing a martial arts uniform like Song Wei and other disciples, the clothes could not hide her "majesty", and the turbulent waves attracted many peeks.

flutter!

On the martial arts arena, Zhao Jue got kicked again, was thrown into the air, and cried out in pain when he landed.

Yang Chuan closed his arms and clasped his fists: "Accepted." Before the other party could speak, he turned and left.

People around laughed.

This guy still wanted to challenge Song Wei, but he was dealt with by a disciple!

Zhao Jue was ashamed and indignant, got up, and ran out of the hall without looking back.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master Zhao, for bringing joy to today's exhibition competition." A deep voice sounded, "I am Peng Rui, an unknown person, with self-knowledge, and I only hope to ask a lesson or two from Pavilion Master Song's disciple."

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a thin young man slowly walking up to the competition stage, looking towards the host stage.

Song Wei frowned slightly, and said a few words to the person next to him.

The person talking to him was a tall and strong young man, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a resolute expression, striding up to the competition stage: "Let's fight with Fang Jian!"

Peng Rui praised: "Fresh!" Suddenly he sprinted and rushed like lightning, as fast as a rabbit.

Fang Jian was startled, stepped back half a step, and assumed a defensive posture.

On the sidelines, Han Guochang said with emotion: "It's so fast!"

Zhang Fengyi finally returned his gaze to the field, frowned and said, "The one surnamed Fang is dead!"

Han Hanchang said unexpectedly: "Just now Zhao Jue also played fast, and he was only facing the young apprentice of the Song Pavilion Master. Although this Peng Rui is faster, Fang Jian is the Song Pavilion Master's fifth disciple. , the chances of winning should be great, right?"

Zhang Fengyi shook his head and said: "Second Uncle, don't be fooled by false appearances, the one surnamed Fang is indeed stronger than his junior brother, but if he is too steady, his reaction will slow down. This guy is good at fighting tough battles, but he is not good at fighting skillfully. I can't see more than thirty moves, the one with the surname Fang will definitely lose!"

Jia Tianfeng over there said with interest: "This little brother's analysis makes sense, Lao Han, he is yours..."

Han Hansheng said coldly: "My daughter's friend, come to see the fun."

Jia Tianfeng looked at Zhang Fengyi and said with a smile: "Little brother, do you know martial arts?"

Zhang Fengyi was very fond of this friendly elder, and thought to himself that he was much better than Han Hansheng, and hurriedly said: "Hobby, I'm laughing at you."

During the conversation, the two had already exchanged hands, and as expected, Fang Jian only took a few moves before being caught by the opponent and punched him.

Once defeated, everything was lost. Although Fang Jian fought back vigorously, he suffered from speed after all. He was attacked by Peng Rui with several punches in a row, and finally tripped and fell to the ground.

Peng Rui accepted it as soon as he saw it, and he backed away and clasped his fists: "Brother Fang has accepted!"

Fang Jian got up with a flushed face, and said with shame: "I am inferior to others." He cupped his fists in return, and retreated to the host stage.

Song Wei's face was unhappy, but he didn't say anything, and said in a deep voice: "Su He, you go!"

Immediately behind him, a young man of medium build flashed out, strode up to Peng Rui, and saluted, "Su came to teach brother Peng how clever he is!"

Peng Rui smiled and said, "Please!"

Han Hanchang on the sidelines was a little surprised: "Su He is Song Wei's second apprentice, and he is best at fast breaks. It seems that Lao Song is really determined to get his face back."

Zhang Fengyi shook his head and said: "I'm afraid he will be disappointed, this Peng is still hiding his hands."

Han Guochang was a little bit unconvinced: "No matter how you put it, it's two people fighting in a row, and their physical strength should not be able to keep up."

Zhang Fengyi didn't speak, his expression showed that he had a different opinion.

Sure enough, as soon as the two sides played against each other on the field, they immediately launched a mutual attack with all their strength.In less than 2 minutes, the two had fought back and forth for more than [-] rounds. Su He first showed signs of defeat, and was kicked in the left rib by Peng Rui's spin kick and fell to the ground.

The entire arena was silent.

"Acceptance!"

The humble words sounded particularly harsh at this moment.

No one thought that the kid who looked like he was here to join in the fun could win two games in a row!

Anger appeared on Song Wei's face, and he stood up abruptly.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, Peng Rui suddenly bowed slightly: "I was lucky to win two games, and I have to give up. I am exhausted and dare not be ugly again." Turning around, he walked out of the martial arts arena.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

This guy is sensible enough, when he saw that Song Wei lost his temper, he retreated.

Over there, Han Guochang watched Peng Rui's whereabouts carefully, and was shocked suddenly: "It turns out that he is from the Tianxiang Pavilion!"

Zhang Fengyi followed his gaze, only to see Peng Rui walk to a group of people and sit down, he said in astonishment: "Tianxiang Pavilion?"

Han Guochang explained: "It is one of the top ten famous gymnasiums, ranking fourth, just below the Weiming gymnasium. It seems that it is deliberately trying to cut Song Wei's face."

Zhang Fengyi understood a little bit.

It appears to be an animosity among peers.

Han Xue's whisper suddenly came from the side: "Rong Tianci is here!"

Zhang Fengyi came back to his senses, turned his head to look, and saw Rong Tianci striding over with four people, and first greeted Jia Tianfeng, Han Guosheng and others.

Han Hansheng treated him well and asked, "What's the matter?"

Rong Tianci smiled and said: "My Uncle Lu heard that Zhang Fengyi is good at martial arts, and I really want to compete with him, but I don't know Uncle Han's opinion..."

Han Hansheng glanced at Zhang Fengyi: "As long as he is willing."

At first Zhang Fengyi was a little surprised why this guy didn't challenge directly, but suddenly he realized.

After all, Rong Tianci knew his status as "the quasi-son-in-law of the Han family", if he didn't know Han Hansheng and challenged him directly, it would be tantamount to not giving Han Hansheng any face.

Rong Tianci looked over provocatively: "Do you dare to fight?"

Han Hanchang's face changed slightly.

Like his brother, he is interested in martial arts, and has a lot of contacts with Song Wei. Of course, he knows that the "Uncle Lu" Rong Tianci said is called Lu Chenghe, and he is the strongest master in Quanweiming gymnasium except Song Wei. Zhang Fengyi wants to fight this person Fighting against each other, I am afraid that you lose more than you win!

Just as he was trying to remind Zhang Fengyi, the latter's eyes flashed, and he ignored Tianci, but got up and strode into the competition arena.

Everyone looked at him in astonishment.

Zhang Fengyi walked to the middle, exhaled and raised his voice:

"I, Zhang Fengyi, want to fight the Song Pavilion Master. I don't know if the Song Pavilion Master dares to fight?"