I am Fu Changding, the highest martial artist in the world

Chapter 51
After fighting hard for a few moves, Xuan Qing took advantage of the opportunity of a spinning flying kick, raised his hand, and threw two throwing knives straight into Fu Changding's eyes.

At the same time, with a shake of both hands, a pair of Emei thorns slipped out of the sleeves and was held in Xuanqing's hands.

"Tang Sect Flying Knife, Wudang Emei Stab!"

There was also a commentary on the scene, exclaiming and explaining the moves of both sides to the audience.

Fu Changding didn't pay attention to listening, he was overwhelmed by Lime, so when Xuan Qing turned around and waved his hands, he became vigilant, dodging the throwing knife with a short body.

This dodge fell into the rhythm of Xuan Qing.

He used a pair of Emei thorns superbly, and the thorns slashed across Fu Changding's cheek several times, bringing out bloodstains.

This is the first time he has been injured since taking the stage!
"poison?"

Fu Changding didn't have to force his face to go numb this time, his face went numb for a while, and he couldn't make any expressions.

[Playing with these little tricks, it's a bit of a fall. 】

Fu Changding shook his head secretly in his heart, this tool person is still not qualified.

He kicked out again, this time using a poke, and there were faint signs of great success.

The qi and blood are restrained, and the feet are silent.

Xuan Qing pretended that Fu Changding had never learned other than basic tactics, and still used his shadowless legs to resist, and as a result, a bloody hole was directly poked in his calf.

clang!
There was a crisp metal impact sound, it was the flesh and blood film on Xuan Qing's calf was pierced, and Fu Changding's boot directly hit his leg bone.

Xuan Qing's face changed drastically, and he was about to step back and adjust.

However, Fu Changding took advantage of the situation and used the technique of the Inch Fist on his legs. He exploded several times in a short distance, and poked a few blood holes that were not deep and not shallow on his calf.

"I surrender!"

Xuan Qing hastily conceded defeat, most of the calf muscles in his left leg were destroyed, and if he continued, he would be courting death.

"waste!"

"How about a match-fixing match?"

"What about the management of the arena? Is there anyone still in charge of such an obvious match-fixing?"

The people in the auditorium gradually lost their minds, and all the drinks and snacks in their hands were thrown at Xuan Qing who was walking towards the player's aisle in a panic.

There were even some people who lost their minds and wanted to fight against the peak fighters of the second rank, but fortunately they were stopped by the security guards of the venue.

That night, dozens of spectators walked to the bank of the Huangpu River together, yelled "the sky has no eyes", and jumped down for a winter swim.

Of course, that's another story
In the arena, Fu Changding was a little discouraged, so he didn't continue to chase, and went off the stage by himself, "It's boring."

The numbness on his face disappeared after he mobilized his qi and blood to wash it away.

It is very difficult for warriors to be poisoned when they are on guard.

Unless the poisonous flowers and weeds with abundant energy in the crypt are used, ordinary poisons are basically useless to warriors.

So if Xuan Qing didn't use poison, he could still look at the other party high.

After all, it is not bad to practice Wudang Emei Thorn and Wuying Kick, two low-grade tactics to great success.

The other party had the same problem as him. Two or more tactics could not be combined to form their own combat system.

Therefore, when switching tactics and making moves, there will be a pause, which is regarded as a flaw.

Of course, with this kind of thing, as the combat experience increases, you can gradually find your own path.

Fu Changding has a dreamland battlefield, and if he wants to blend it, he has already blended it.

He just didn't want to waste time at this time, and wanted to wait until he had learned the middle-grade tactics before practicing.

In the audience, Fang Ping saw Fu Changding approaching, with a look of pity and couldn't bear to look directly, "It's disfigured."

Zhao Xuemei wanted to say something, but was threatened by Fang Ping's eyes, so she could only twitch her mouth and look up at the sky.

Fu Changding rolled his eyes, stepped forward and patted Fang Ping's head, his face was also full of affection, "Don't play tricks with me with your IQ!"

"roll!"

Fang Ping shook off Fu Changding's hand with a dark face. Sure enough, strength is king.When you can't play with people, you can still show love with your fists.

Now I can't get into the hole, I can't beat it, it's so f*cking uncomfortable.

Fu Changding shrugged his shoulders, but unfortunately Fang Ping is not bald now, and his hand feels a bit worse.

As for the disfigurement, he himself still doesn't know?

Just this skin trauma, that is, it looks scary now, don't worry about it, I will be fine tomorrow.

Lu Fengrou led them backstage, "Do you have any insights?"

"Rhythm, when the teams are evenly matched, the rhythm is very important."

Fu Changding stroked his chin, "But I can't seem to find my own rhythm. I have ghost moves in rushing and attacking, and have solid skills and great basic kicks in slow-paced offense and defense.

Even if I am temporarily at a disadvantage, I can rely on comprehensive tactics to defend against it, waiting for the enemy to show his flaws and kill him with one blow.

So, my rhythm, is it adapting to the situation? "

"you can say it this way."

Lu Fengrou said as he walked, "Actually, someone like you has a comprehensive strategy, so there's no need to find your own rhythm.

You just need to force the enemy into a rhythm they are not familiar with when fighting.

You were stupid just now, Xuanqing showed Dacheng level shadowless legs, you should fight him close to him, and don't give him a chance to use his legs.

You actually competed with the opponent's kicks, using basic kicks to fight low-level kicks.

The opponent consumes 10 cards of life and blood, and you have to consume at least 12 cards, which is extremely stupid! "

As Lu Fengrou said, her tone changed, "Of course, Xuanqing is also aware of her weakness, and she even practiced the Emei thorn. That's another way of saying it."

"Isn't this idle and boring? By the way, let's see if he has the ability to polish my tactics."

Fu Changding shook his hands, "I'm making too much progress, and the control of Qi and blood has dropped a bit. It's really a headache."

Negative energy from Lu Fengrou +666!

Negative energy from Zhao Xuemei +24! +24! .
"What happened to your blood?"

Lu Fengrou didn't pay attention to Fu Changding's lip service, but had a serious face, "Three battles in a row, and two bladder rounds.

In the end, there were still [-]% of the vitality and blood, and this recovery speed was not like ordinary people. "

"I don't know, there may be some small mutations."

Fu Changding shrugged habitually, "I discovered it when I tempered the bones. Most people can't temper the bone marrow, but I seem to be able to."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Changding was grabbed by the back of the neck by Lu Fengrou and held him in his hands. He could only express grief and indignation, "Teacher, pay attention to the influence! I am the face of Mowu, save me a little face!"

Mad, isn't this how Fang Ping was treated in the original book?
Lao Tzu passed through, so why help him avoid disaster? !
"Really tempered to the bone marrow?"

Lu Fengrou's expression was confused. The last time she was at the Martial Arts Club, when she carried Fu Changding away, she was almost forty catties lighter than now.

In one month, Fu Changding tempered 23 bones, each weighing more than 20 kilograms at most.

The extra dozen catties couldn't possibly be the result of growing taller, right?
She let go, "Have you checked yourself?"

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PS: Thank you very much [Qianzhang, Yingyingying] two guest officials for their rewards!

(End of this chapter)