Under one person: Me! Start to copy the eight magic skills!

Zhang Qing calmly walked off the martial arts stage, took a little rest, and walked towards the south field.

Without any accidents, the first in the south field is Zhang Lingyu.

"Senior brother, the first in the north field, I won, and then we will fight."

Zhang Lingyu was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Zhang Qing could really get the first place in the North Field, but he was still very happy for this little junior brother in his heart.

Zhang Lingyu actually didn't expect that he could really get the first place in the north field, and he felt that with Zhang Qing's strength, he should be eliminated in the second round.

It was really a three-day impressive, and in just a few days, Zhang Qing had already achieved this point.

The few opponents he faced in the south field, although it was not tricky for Zhang Lingyu, but if it was for Zhang Qing, it was difficult to narrowly win.

I didn't expect Zhang Qing to really win, it seems that Zhang Qing's strength has improved a lot.

"Okay, I promise you, let's go to the martial arts stage."

Zhang Lingyu said to Zhang Qing.

The people around who saw this scene began to talk about it.

"Little Junior Uncle is really going to fight with Uncle Lingyu."

"I didn't expect that Senior Uncle Zhang Qing really had this strength, and I really underestimated him before."

"Who do you think will win?"

"He must be Senior Uncle Lingyu, but Little Junior Uncle's performance is also very good."

Although everyone thinks that Zhang Qing's performance in these games is also good, it is still almost interesting compared to Zhang Lingyu.

Take the last game, Zhang Qing narrowly won, while Zhang Lingyu swept the whole way, and no one even shot him in the first round.

Because everyone knew how strong his strength really was, Zhang Lingyu stood there in the first round of the South Field, did nothing, and entered the second round.

Zhang Lingyu's first opponent in the second round of the draw was directly desperate, because he had basically pronounced the death sentence.

Not surprisingly, Zhang Lingyu solved the battle with only a few moves. The same sweep was made in the southern final.

Therefore, everyone felt that there was still a big gap between Zhang Qing and Zhang Lingyu, even if they were fighting, they were completely abused by Zhang Lingyu.

On the martial arts stage, the two stood opposite each other.

"Junior Brother, you make a move first."

Zhang Lingyuyun said lightly.

After Zhang Qing listened, he sat down cross-legged.

Mouth spoke.

"Wait a minute, senior brother, take a little break, I just finished fighting, I'm a little tired."

"No problem, I'll wait for you."

Zhang Lingyu understood better, after all, there had just been a high-intensity duel, and he really needed to take a good rest.

On the surface, Zhang Qing closed his eyes and rested.

But Zhang Qing opened the system and began to copy Zhang Lingyu's Yin Five Thunder.

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"It's impossible to fight, you can't beat at all!"

"But I can drag it, as long as I wait for the copy of Yin Wulei, it's okay!"

Drag, drag hard.

Thinking about it, Zhang Qing directly closed his eyes.

Half an hour passed.

The people in the stands have long been anxious. Zhang Lingyu was also a little annoyed, and I didn't know which one Zhang Qing was engaged in.

"What's going on, why hasn't anyone moved?"

"Didn't you say that Little Junior Uncle made the first move? Take a break, rest for half an hour, haven't you rested yet? Hearing

that everyone in the stands complained, Zhang Lingyu couldn't help it, and asked Zhang Qing.

"What's going on? Bro? Not ready yet?

Zhang Lingyu felt that it had been half an hour, although Zhang Qing had wasted a lot of strength just now, but Zhang Qing's current realm had to be restored.

Not to mention the return to its heyday, but the recovery of 80.90% is not close.

When Zhang Qing heard Zhang Lingyu's question, he directly began to act.

"Oh, senior brother, you don't know, when I just fought with that Xu Fu, I was always difficult. The state is almost restored.

"But now it's against you, this nervousness in my heart, I'm brewing, let's get nervous."

"You give me a little time, I'll adjust a little."

"I'm not well prepared, I'll be killed by you in seconds when I come to the meeting, it's too humiliating."

"Okay, you adjust first, I'll wait for you."

Zhang Lingyu didn't care too much, which was understandable.

After speaking, Zhang Lingyu also closed his eyes and nourished his mind.

That waited another hour.

Some impatient viewers have long left, and some even take a nap.

"Oh, if you can't fight, I'm dying!"

Some of the impatient audience shouted directly.

When he shouted, the others couldn't sit still, all shouting.

"It's just, it's not good, it's been an hour and a half, and I can't fight anymore."

"It's really not to beat me to go back to eat, hurry up, hurry up, die urgently!"

The audience was outraged.

"Junior Brother, are you okay?"

Zhang Lingyu slowly spoke after hearing this.

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Zhang Qing looked at the countdown and began to act again.

"Senior brother, I also want to start, but I'm not in a good state now."

"I have this shoulder now, and it hurts when I move."

"Besides, I feel like I haven't taken care of my internal injuries."

Zhang Lingyu was already a little speechless when he heard it.

Which one is this Qing singing? The person who said the beating was also him, and now for so long, he has been procrastinating and unwilling to fight.

More than an hour has passed, as if waiting for something, deliberately delaying time.

"Forget it, I'm waiting for you for a while."

Zhang Lingyu said.

Hearing Zhang Lingyu say this, the audience on the stage did not continue to shout.

Zhang Qingmei closed her eyes again.

After about half an hour, not only the audience on the stage, but also Zhang Lingyu couldn't help it, it was all two hours.

He said impatiently.

"Junior Brother, it's been so long, almost, if you don't make a move, I will make a move."

Zhang Lingyu no longer wanted to continue to drag, thinking to himself, it would be over to make Zhang Qing admit defeat, and dragging it out like this would have no meaning at all.

Zhang Qing stood up, ecstatic in his heart, but did not show it, this was a smile, looked at Zhang Lingyu, and spoke calmly.

"All right, Senior Brother!"

"Next, Senior Brother should be ready!"

At the same time, in his mind, there is a system prompt sound.

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