[Entertainment] Tangmen Raiders Guide

In the afternoon, the central venue was full of voices.Compared with the game of the minor group in the morning, the number of spectators was more than doubled.

Because of the safety considerations for minors, the two sides are absolutely not allowed to bring weapons.However, the competition in the adult group is different. As long as you are proficient in swords, swords, axes, and hooks, as long as you are good at it, it is naturally more interesting to watch, but there is also more danger of bloodshed and sacrifice.

There was once a game between the United States and Russia. The players on both sides had personal grievances, and the fight was even more merciless. As a result, the American player beat the Russian player until he lost his voice, and he couldn't even say that he had abstained. When the Russian coach When it was found that something was wrong and wanted to stop it, it was too late, and the person died directly on the way to the hospital.

As the coach of the adult group, Mr. Li is mobilizing passionately before the match: "Remember, we are representing Huaxia! We must compete at a level and in style! Show those gringos with eyes on top of their heads, we People who practice martial arts in China are not vegetarians!"

Then he quietly pulled Tang Wuyong aside and said, "Wuyong, uncle knows that you can beat them all by yourself, but the competition stipulates that one person cannot compete in more than three consecutive games. You are our trump card and must be used wisely."

Tang Wuyong said: "I see, Uncle, don't worry, I will listen to you in everything."

The game started quickly, and the opponent Huaxia matched at the beginning turned out to be the powerful Dongying Kingdom.

New hatred and old hatred, before the two sides started fighting, everyone present seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder.

A man wearing a traditional Japanese samurai uniform and with two small beards jumped onto the ring, with a long and thin knife on his waist.

The little beard is better than the little golden retriever, and if he speaks Chinese, he can get a first-level first-class certificate, but the fourth-level certificate of Northeast dialect is still appropriate.It's just that there is a tiresome arrogance in this man's expression, as if all opponents are vulnerable ants in front of him.

The little beard spoke mandarin with a suffocating taste, and smiled contemptuously: "What, are you afraid?"

Li Xin, who had once lost a move to Little Beard, took a step forward and asked for Ying: "Coach, let me do it!"

Mr. Li has seen Li Xin's progress during this period of time.Moreover, the obsession of martial arts practitioners can sometimes become a driving force for progress, and sometimes it can become a stagnant obstacle.To practice martial arts, you must train your mind first, and Li Xin will eventually have to get rid of this tiger by himself.

Mr. Li thought over and over again, and finally nodded.

Li Xin was overjoyed: "Coach! Don't worry, I will definitely give you a good start!"

Seeing that it was actually Li Xin playing again, Little Beard sneered: "It seems that there is really no one in your Huaxia, and you actually throw all kinds of garbage out."

A trace of humiliation flashed across Li Xin's face: "Who is the rubbish, we will find out in a single battle!"

Little Beard pulled out the samurai sword at his waist, and the contempt in his eyes remained unchanged: "Then let me tell you what despair is!"

Li Xin gritted his teeth, ignored Little Beard's verbal provocation, and directly greeted him with the sword in his hand.

In a short period of time, the two sides have already exchanged no less than fifty moves, which dazzled all the audience, and even the experienced commentators almost failed to keep up.

On the ring, Li Xin just narrowly avoided Xiao Huxiu's knife that went straight to the door, causing a burst of exclamation.

Tang Wuyong frowned slightly, turned to look at Old Man Li who was also worried, and said, "Uncle, Li Xin is not his opponent, that man's strength is too big compared to Li Xin."

Mr. Li sighed lightly: "It seems that this person in the previous session was still hiding his clumsiness. I was careless."

Sure enough, in the next second, Xiaoxiu's knife slashed at Li Xin's wrist quickly and fiercely, and the long sword that was blocked split into two and fell on the ring.

"Ah!" Li Xin fell to the ground with a terrible voice, his right wrist was dripping with blood.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, and no one had time to react.

The medical staff accompanying the Huaxia team rushed up and quickly carried the man back to stop the bleeding.

Seeing the deep knife wound on his wrist, Mr. Li couldn't hide the anger on his face: "Quick! Send him to the hospital!"

This has obviously hurt the bones, not to mention continuing to practice martial arts in the future, even if you want to lift something heavy, it may become a luxury.If it weren't for Li Xin's use of a sword to buffer a wave of offensive, the entire wrist would have been chopped off by the beard.

Mr. Li looked at the triumphant Dongying team on the opposite side with a horrifying expression: "Wuyong, don't let uncle down."

Tang Wuyong also looked at the Dongpu team, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "Please don't worry, uncle."

The little beard looked at Tang Wuyong's exquisite eyebrows and handsome face, and unconscious amazement flashed in his eyes: "Hey, beauty, did you go to the wrong place?"

Tang Wuyong set his eyes on Little Beard.

The little beard became more enthusiastic: "Or are you a specially arranged etiquette by the organizer?"

Tang Wuyong stared at the little beard for a while, and then slowly smiled.

Zhang Chao swallowed his saliva in fright: "Did you see? Our coach laughed!"

The little friend who was shaken to pieces by him tried hard to stabilize his body, and was also terrified: "Even when we secretly played tricks on Coach Wang and was discovered by him last time, the coach was not so scary!"

Painful memories flashed before his eyes again, and Zhang Chao couldn't help but cast a gloating look at his brother who didn't know how to live or die on the stage: "It's really courageous to dare to moleste the big devil!"

Tang Wuyong went around behind the brave little beard and kicked a big horse directly. When the tailbone was burning and hurting, he was still a little confused.

His samurai sword has not had time to unsheath...

Tang Wuyong sneered: "We Huaxia can't afford your big gift."

The little beard hurriedly got up from the ground, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

Tang Wuyong smiled nicely, but his eyes were sharp: "I'm just an ordinary Chinese person."

The little beard clenched the samurai sword that he took out in his hand, and said angrily, "Are you looking down on me?! I am the heir of Beichen Yidao style!"

Tang Wuyong nodded knowingly: "It can be seen that the person who can be killed by me with one knife is not one-shot!"

"You!" The little beard was so angry that he slurred the Japanese dialect, and his words were so dirty that many audience members who could understand the Japanese dialect frowned secretly.

Tang Wuyong was very calm, he yelled whatever he wanted, anyway, the last one to hit him was called Dad.

The little beard was clearly in a panic, he raised his samurai sword high and slashed at it.

"Ding—" A small silver knife collided head-on with a samurai sword in the air, and a flickering spark could be faintly seen in the specially replayed slow motion.

The samurai sword was blocked and temporarily changed direction, and the little beard knife slashed straight to the side railing.

Tang Wuyong looked at the visible gap and reminded: "If you damage the stadium facilities, remember to pay for it later."

The little beard panted heavily, and retorted: "I don't know who will go down in a while! If you have the ability, you can fight me upright!"

The silver knife loomed on the slender fingertips, Tang Wuyong restrained his carelessness, and the murderous intent in his eyes finally spread undisguised: "Have you heard an old saying in China, treat a person with his own way. "

Before the words fell, several streams of light flashed past Tang Wuyong one after another.

The first streamer ruined the samurai sword that the little beard was proud of.

The second stream of light wiped the temple of the little beard, leaving behind a burning pain.

The third streamer and the fourth streamer, crippled the hands of the little beard, before he said to abstain.

Tang Wuyong looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground and wailing continuously, crying tears, the depression in his chest finally dissipated slowly.

After a few seconds of silence, the scene suddenly burst into cheers!

"Tang Wuyong is doing great!"

More and more spectators joined in the shouting, and finally converged into the same sentence.

Even the viewers watching the live TV broadcast were infected by this enthusiastic atmosphere, and they shook their arms and shouted together, only regretting that they were not at the scene at the moment!

As a result, the real-time interaction on Weibo, which was born in response to the trend, attracted countless netizens who followed the event.

[Are you so elated, aren't you! 】

[My grandfather, an old man who is nearly eighty years old, was so tearful that he couldn't be persuaded...]

[Don't talk about it, I'm also passing the paper to my grandma!While crying, my grandma still asked me why this young man is so handsome...]

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!The correct way to open the old star chasing! 】

[Tang Wuyong turned into a fan, I apologize for my insanity and blackmail Tang Wuyong (д｀)】

[That Japanese man should be beaten to death!How dare you be so arrogant and domineering on our territory! 】

【Am I the only one who thinks that Tang Wuyong's subordinates are too heavy? 】

【right!only you!Don't the Dongying people's hands be heavy? ! 】

[There are still some stupid people who wash the ground for Dongpu people, don't be afraid of being a fool! [Yin Blowing Si Ting.JPG]]

Tang Wuyong glanced around the Dongpu team, and saw the familiar fear on their faces without any surprise.

"So, who's next?"

Although Li Xin has been helped to recover the debt severely, this does not prevent Tang Wuyong from continuing to collect some interest.

The newcomer put on a karate attacking posture from the very beginning, and his eyes were heavily guarded.

Tang Wuyong took the time to straighten out his cuffs: "I think you should know that one of the sources of karate that you are so proud of is Tang Shou."

Karate's Chinese language is not as fluent as Little Beard, even worse than Little Golden Retriever.

Tang Wuyong was impatient to hear people talking about birdsong, so he directly clasped Karate's shoulders, cut his hands behind his back, and put his feet into his knees.

Karate was afraid that his hand bones would be smashed, so he hurriedly begged for mercy in a low voice: "I am negative けて!"

Tang Wuyong frowned slightly: "I can't understand you talking Japanese, if you want to admit defeat—"

Karate hurriedly nodded: "Lose! Lose!"

Tang Wuyong said solemnly: "Admit defeat in our Huaxia language, to be precise, it is pronounced as 'father'. Come on, say it with me, father."

Karate is not mentally retarded, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

But then he was twisted in pain by the pressure on his arm, so he could only yell, "Dad! Dad!"

Amidst the loud laughter, Tang Wuyong patted Karate's head with a smile, and whispered: "Good boy, but I don't have an ugly son like you."