After nodding to each other with Lou Cheng, Guo Jie walked towards the edge of the "magma lake" surrounded by clumps of ground fires. The tension in his heart had long since disappeared. Arrange to play irrelevant games.
However, this does not affect her longing for the game. Challenge different opponents, experience different unique skills, and experience different styles. This is one of her obsessed hobbies.
The nickname "Wu Chi" was definitely not invented by others! How can it be without reason
In the locker room where Guan Waimeng was located, Zhu Xiaoyun, who had healthy wheat-colored skin and a medium height but gave off a sense of slenderness, pulled the corners of her mouth, sighed, and stood up slowly.
"Sister Xiaoyun, don't have psychological pressure." Zheng Shiduo, who was about two meters tall, gave a wry smile.
Boss Lu unexpectedly lost the game, not once or twice...
We didn't expect you to be able to wear two clothes in one, especially with the famous "Queen Luo" behind her...
Zhu Xiaoyun touched the corner of her mouth with her finger, made a smile and said:
"I have no psychological pressure, I'm just lamenting, 'Wu Chi' is indeed a 'Wu Chi', except for practicing martial arts, competitions, eating, and sleeping, and still practicing martial arts, competing, eating, and sleeping, I didn't even collect any black history about her , it’s really not easy to wait.”
She collects other people's black history, one is to satisfy her own gossip hobby, and the other is to use it as material for illusion skills, through targeted arrangements to improve the effect, so that the fake ones can be confused with the real ones.
And people like Guo Jie are so boring that she is helpless.
Without waiting for Zheng Shiduo to say more, Zhu Xiaoyun stretched her neck and walked towards the locker room door.
While she was holding the handle, she looked back at Li Pingwa, whose skin was slightly shimmering with metallic luster, and who was thinking about something with his head down, and said silently in her heart:
I'm out for battle, you have to come out as soon as possible...
You are the one among us who has the most hope of becoming a first-class and joining the title competition...
...
When Guo Jie and Zhu Xiaoyun approached the "magma lake", Lou Cheng took the mobile phone and special nutrient solution from Auman who came from the glass room next to him, and pushed the door open while drinking.
Ning Zitong stood by the window with his hands downcast, glanced at him, and said angrily:
"You want us to change the home game this year? The Dragon King is like this, and you are like this too. The good ones don't learn from the bad ones!"
Lou Cheng looked back at the "magma lake" with a radius of tens of meters, and said with a dry smile:
"Too forget me, too forget me..."
Otherwise, there is no way to win the "Zhan Shen Dao"!
Of course, what Sister Ning said is correct, a few more "detonations" of a similar level will turn this site into a "true magma lake" dotted with "stone pillars". A martial artist who can live in vain, not a master of the "Huobu", and the risk factor has risen sharply.
At this point, it is necessary to find another main battlefield. There are not many similar natural environments around Huacheng!
Well, five years ago, the last home court was ruined by "Dragon King"...
After listening to Lou Cheng's answer, Ning Zitong spat:
"You two are so good at demolishing houses! If you take the title of king in the future, I suggest you call it 'King of Demolition'!"
Lou Cheng was very experienced, he didn't try to reason with "Queen Luo" or refute his nickname, he only laughed a few times and shrank back in his seat.
He put the empty nutrient solution bottle aside, turned on his phone, looked at the praise from the little fairy, smiled happily and complacently, and "covered his face and sighed" and said:
"As soon as I returned to the locker room, I was criticized by Empress Luo, saying that I am an expert at tearing down houses."
Because his left fist was seriously injured, he put the phone on his lap and pressed it with one hand.
Yan Zheke was immersed in the excitement of her husband's defeat of the peak state "Zhan Shen Dao", when she suddenly saw this sentence, she was immediately stunned.
Then, she pursed her mouth tightly, the dimples on her cheeks were deeply outlined, and said with a "laughing and beating the ground":
"No problem!"
Hey, is this joke so funny? Lou Cheng was a little puzzled, but quickly put the thought behind him, and talked about the previous battle with Ke Xiaoke, and took advantage of the gap in the middle to control the details, repair the wound, and bandage it.
At this time, Guo Jie and Zhu Xiaoyun were standing on the edge of the "magma lake", but they were not "facing each other across the water", and they were both on the side of the lake.
The referee didn't let the staff clean up the battlefield, and there was no way to clean it at all, so without delay, he raised his right hand and said:
"start!"
Guo Jie was about to pounce forward and launch a fierce attack (she cultivated the "Huobu" rather than the "Anbu" that "Luohou" is good at), when a flash suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she saw a woman opposite, with a graceful figure, stunning beauty, and excellent footwork. It is even more misty and mysterious.
Master? She thought for a moment and was a little stunned.
This is her master, "Queen Luo" Ning Zitong.
After a moment of daze, Guo Jie, who had never fought against Zhu Xiaoyun before, quickly realized that this was an illusion created by the other party. She pretended to be a master to influence her performance.
As her thoughts settled down, the ground fire around Guo Jie suddenly rose, and a strong wind blew up, helping her move faster and faster.
The fist covered in flames blasted out, hitting the claw of "Ning Zitong" transformed by Zhu Xiaoyun.
boom! The airflow exploded, and the figure rippled layer after layer, and soon fell apart, like a bright moon in the middle of a lake thrown into a boulder.
fake
is fake!
Double trap!
Guo Jie's side turned cold, he suddenly bent his elbow, and bumped into a wheat-colored fist that hit silently.
Waigang-level "Response to Stimulation"!
In the following matches, Guo Jie always had the feeling that her eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and spirit were deceiving her from time to time, but she held her own and kept her defenses in check, mixed with ranged attacks, and managed to persist for more than ten minutes. It even made Zhu Xiaoyun embarrassed several times.
It's a pity that Zhu Xiaoyun is indeed a genius in illusion skills. After a long hard fight, she seized an opportunity to deceive the opponent's senses by using "true as false", and when she got close to attack, Guo Jie reacted It's over, but the action can't keep up, and it's a pity to lose.
Ning Zitong in the dressing room exhaled and muttered:
"I really don't like to compete with her. It always reminds me of helplessness, embarrassment, and things I don't want to recall."
"In ancient times, she would have been besieged and beaten to death with her style of exposing scars." Lu Yan's face darkened, and he said in agreement, "Her only advantage is that she only knows it."
Uh, so, sister Ning, what dark history do you have? Lou Cheng was full of curiosity, but he didn't dare to ask questions, watching "Queen Luo" swaying out of the gate.
His thoughts turned, and suddenly an idea flashed across him, and he turned his head and asked with great interest:
"Coach, you let Guo Jie play because you don't want to face Zhu Xiaoyun?"
What black history does she have about you
Lu Yan's expression froze, and he replied in a deep voice:
"Am I afraid of her?"
After speaking, he stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the "ring".
Not afraid of her, but afraid of facing himself... Lou Cheng secretly laughed, looked at the big screen, and was distracted from repairing his inner injuries.
There was no suspense in the last round of the battle. The exhausted Zhu Xiaoyun didn't last long before being won by the ethereal "Queen Luo". The Dragon Tiger Club ushered in a good start for the new top professional competition.
Of course, when Ning Zitong returned to the locker room, his expression was slightly ugly.
...
After a night's rest, Lou Cheng, who was in a great mood, returned to the club early in the morning regardless of his injuries, and had a restorative exercise.
At the beginning of eight o'clock, he entered the Waigang restaurant, and while changing from frugal to extravagant, ordered Auman to get breakfast, while scrolling through the corresponding sections of the portal website and Weibo news, and read media reports and comments.
Looking across the room, he found today's headlines:
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the Dragon and Tiger 'New King' is scheduled!"
"The blue is better than the blue, and the leader of the Dragon Tiger Club for the next ten years has appeared!"
…
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead... The leader of the next decade... The corners of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched as he watched, one thought after another flashed through his mind:
These guys are going to do something!
Makes me want to "seek to usurp the throne"...
How the fuck did I think of a sentence: Is it because you are floating, or because I, the "Dragon King", can't lift a knife...
He looked around subconsciously, and suddenly felt grateful:
Fortunately, the "Dragon King" is still recuperating in the hospital!
...
In the Longhu Affiliated Hospital, "Dragon King" Chen Qitao was wearing a hospital gown and punched slowly on the balcony.
In the room separated by the floor-to-ceiling windows, mobile phones, newspapers and other items were placed on the table, or they were displaying or turned to the report of the battle between the Dragon Tiger Club and the Guanwaimeng.