"Hahahaha, if the current Tianjiao can be easily defeated, then he is not the current Tianjiao, and it is useless to fight!" Just after the competition ended, "Huan Fan" was already "twisting" in Lou Cheng's fan forum. ” commented.
After graduating from junior high school, she is in the most leisurely stage of her life.
"It is to let opponents who are full of fighting spirit and even burst out lose their temper, that they can be called the pride of the world!" "Plumber eats mushrooms" echoed.
"The realm of 'there is a god three feet above the head' has greatly improved the combat power..." "Dragon King Unrivaled" replied in a daze.
"The long night is coming." Yan Xiaoling "set off firecrackers" and said: "Don't say these things are useless, let's go crazy together! Prepare your hands and prepare your treasured resources!"
"What resources do you have?" "Has always been pure Ai Jun Okamoto" said with a wicked smile.
"I have all kinds of old fresh meat and small fresh meat starring in TV drama resources, more than two T! Damn it, I put it on the network disk before, and almost killed me!" Yan Xiaoling replied "crying and chirping".
"We just won Zhitong, what resources to share? The real opponents are still behind, not to mention the old grandpas, there are Zhiren, Meng Liang, Gou Wen, Wang Xuan, Ren Li, Zheng Shiduo and Peng Leyun, etc. The third round may be We will meet each other, even if we don’t get it, we will definitely not be able to avoid it in the top 64 double-elimination rounds.” “Dragon King of Unrivaled World” stopped Yan Xiaoling from congratulating, “Wait until you win one of these, and then revelry Bar!"
"Actually, it doesn't matter. Except for Ren Li and Peng Leyun, the others have been inhuman for several years. It's normal to lose to them. I'm in a good state of mind!" Yan Xiaoling said, "rolling all over the floor".
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In the lounge of the Guanhai Martial Arts Center, a gray-robed monk was watching the battle between Lou Cheng and Zhitong.
His face was thin, in the shape of a melon seed, with a broad forehead and drooping eyes. He was Zhiren, the master brother of Daxing Temple's generation, who was known as a strong man who was expected to be successful within a year.
After concentrating on it for a while, he suddenly stood up, stepped on his feet, and his body swung backward like a piece of paper, as if to avoid the illusory series of attacks in front of him.
The lounge was small, and he quickly retreated to the wall and under the ceiling, as if stepping out of lotus flowers one after another.
Advance with retreat, "conquer people with virtue"!
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In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, a girl with two braids stares intently at the TV screen, replaying the process of Loucheng defeating Zhitong over and over again.
She has an ordinary appearance, bright eyes, and some Miao blood. She looks about twenty-five or sixteen years old, just like Gou Wen, a proud disciple of the Xuanwu Sect.
Seriously thinking for a moment, Gou Wen let go of her coiled feet and stood in the center of the living room, pushing out her palms heavily, forming a densely intertwined "network", surrounded by the sound of water, like a rushing river, while Lou Cheng's attack was just a few iron chains , You can stop the ship, but you can't cut off the torrent!
Playing and stopping, and adjusting from time to time, the girl gradually got a bottom line in her heart.
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In a room on the thirty-third floor of Wanhua Hotel.
Holding the remote control panel in his hand, Tu Zheng stared forward with unfocused eyes, and his mind was full of scenes of Lou Cheng shaking and imploding continuously.
How to deal with it
He thought for a while, retracted his gaze, regained his concentration, put down the remote control panel, walked to the desk with an open space, sank at the waist, and set up the shelf.
The flames burned his body, and his potential was stimulated. There was a sound of fascia stretching and cracking bones in Tu Zheng's body, and he grew a little taller.
boom! boom! boom!
He controlled his strength, and swung his fist forward. In his imagination, this is the explosive secret method combined with the flame cannon fist, and he will fight head-to-head, shock-to-shock with Lou Cheng. In the end, implosion versus implosion, see who can hold it up Longer—it is also in the realm of "meeting the gods in the void", and the self who is close to Waigang can obviously overwhelm Lou Cheng.
Fighting for strength is worse than fighting for levels!
...
When the favorites tried to break the game, Lou Cheng saluted and watched Zhitong being escorted to the emergency room.
His injuries were not fatal, but serious enough.
In contrast, Lin Yue, who suffered nine implosions and was able to leave on his own, was just like a Transformer.
The qi and blood slowly circulated, stimulating a certain part of the body, and Lou Cheng, who was exhausted in the head, was full of energy again.
His fists and arms were severely injured, and he also had certain injuries in his body. He had to control the subtleties as soon as possible to make up for the cracks, so as not to miss the best opportunity and affect the game the day after tomorrow. ", so he quietly used the simplified "Jie" formula.
Repairing it secretly, Lou Cheng walked down the stone steps amidst a tsunami of shouts, and took back the mobile phone and other items from the competition supervisor.
As soon as he turned on the screen and logged into A, he saw a message from Yan Zheke:
"What a pity, you almost lost~"
"Pfft, I won the game, shouldn't you be happy?" Lou Cheng slowed down and replied with a smile.
Yan Zheke said "shyly", "I'm a little disappointed."
No chance to laugh at you!
"There's only a little bit of disappointment, which means that most of them are happy?" Lou Cheng pointed out wittily, with the corners of his mouth curled up.
Yan Zheke "covered her face and sighed" and said:
"Don't expose..."
At this moment, the official reporter of "War of Kings" came over, stopped Lou Cheng, and said with a smile:
"Finally, I have the opportunity to interview you."
Not every matchup has an interview after the match.
"Or three questions?" Lou Cheng asked with a smile.
"Yes." The reporter with a long face pondered, "You and Zhitong were evenly matched in the first half of the match, and even fell to the disadvantage, but they suppressed him in the second half, leaving no chance?"
Lou Cheng thought about it carefully and said: "I participated in the competition not just to win, but to learn more things while winning, to experience different martial arts, and to increase my accumulation. I almost lost, really."
"So that's the case." Comrade reporter nodded slowly.
After a few seconds, she suddenly froze and realized something.
Looking at Lou Cheng's high-sounding explanation from another perspective, isn't it equivalent to not taking it seriously at the beginning in order to experience more of Daxing Temple's magical skills
It's plausible, and it got me all involved!
Uh, it's not right to say that he is not serious, but he didn't try to seize the initiative and complete absolute suppression at the beginning.
Of course, this kind of thing can't be said directly. If Zhitong is really blown away, then people who see Daxing Temple in the future will not look too good.
The reporter comrades did not bother with the question just now, but instead smiled and said:
"Congratulations on entering the third round of the preliminaries. At this stage, it is quite possible to draw those popular strong players. What do you think?"
"What else can I do? Fight! Many of them are indeed stronger than me at the moment. This cannot be denied. I can only do my best to seize the opportunity that is not too big." Lou Cheng said frankly. He said with a smile, "Winning one is a festival, and winning two is Chinese New Year."
"I'm not proud of victory and I'm not discouraged by defeat..." Comrade reporter praised him sincerely.
After the interview, Lou Cheng returned to the waiting room, concentrated on controlling his body, and meticulously healed his internal organs. He planned to go to the underground parking lot before all the matches tonight, and take the special car hired by the club so that there would be no traffic jams.
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Above the stands, a young man with black hair mixed with silver threads suddenly got up, squeezed from the central position of the row to the edge like a fish, and walked to the bathroom.
He knew that his chance to get the golden elixir had come!
Lou Cheng, who is in the best form, is not unsure of winning, but it will definitely take a lot of trouble, and once the time of the fight is prolonged, it will be full of variables. No matter Huacheng or Linfu, there are many outsiders who are strong. Sometimes, the only one who can't eat and walk around is himself!
In the first round before, Lou Cheng played in the morning. He could rest in an inhuman "surrounded" environment, and leave after returning to the peak. He was always accompanied by his teammates, and he himself did not dare to act rashly.
Forged identities all the way, took a black car, lived in a small hotel or even a bridge hole, and managed to survive as a homeless man until today, and now is what I have been waiting for!
The current Lou Cheng is exhausted after the battle, he might be injured, and it's night, so he must go back to the hotel to rest!
Wearing an ordinary black T-shirt and slacks, Ge disappeared unnoticed in the corridor where the bathroom is located. He wrapped up all his emotions and thoughts with secret methods, so as not to trigger the ability to sense danger.
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When there was one round left in the match, Lou Cheng opened his eyes, and the injury was 50% to 60% healed.
He yawned, packed his things, and walked to the special elevator on the other side, preparing to go to the underground parking lot.
This time, an inhuman senior who transferred to a management position was also competing at the Tianyue Martial Arts Stadium at the same time. I will return to the hotel with him, but he is already in the car, waiting for me.
Press to open the elevator, Lou Cheng stepped inside, and pressed minus two.
After a short wait, the elevator went down, and when it reached minus one, it paused again, and the door slowly opened to both sides. Outside was a young man with black hair and white hair in a black T-shirt!
so familiar...
I seem to have seen it!
Lou Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils shrank rapidly.
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