Indeed, with everyone appearing without makeup, Song Ye's half-mask is just like Yang Guo in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, a bit like a lone ranger, and too eye-catching.
Of course, it is understandable that some young and energetic people like to be innovative and stand out, but Qi Wei knows how delicate the face under the mask is, so naturally he will not think about it in this regard.
The only possibility is that this kid was caught by the Wu family and lost his legs, but he didn't want to die ugly in front of everyone, so he put on a mask.
Just as he was thinking about beating this girly-looking boy to death with all his martial arts skills, Leng Buding's Song Ye also replied to him.
"Would you like to make another bet? Whoever loses will crawl around the square ten times."
What? Qi Wei was startled. When he heard the words "climb forward", his face turned red instantly, and he almost vomited blood from anger. Even now, when he thinks of his experience on the racing track, he wishes he could never meet anyone he knows in his life.
What was irritating was that Song Ye refused to open and pick up which pot, and kept poking him in the foot.
Seeing that his brain was so angry that Wu Xinxin grinned and gave Song Ye a thumbs up.
As for your venomous tongue, I trust you.
"Hmph, I hope your martial arts skills are as smooth as your talk. Otherwise, don't blame me for beating you to the ground." Qi Wei sneered, his fists clenching loudly.
The opening provocation heated up the venue. As the shouts from the audience became more and more intense, the host announced the start of the game at the right time.
As soon as the order of appearance came out, Song Ye subconsciously turned to Qin Zhan next to him, "What's your idea?" Putting her at the end of the appearance was definitely something her eldest brother could do.
The cold-blooded eldest brother of a certain family in black picked up the teacup, took a sip of it happily, and then said slowly: "First use up your fighting power."
"..." Song Ye twitched his eyebrows and shook the tea cup. His face was still cold, but he was filled with emotion in his heart.
When it comes to his venomous tongue, this man is no less generous.
This sentence directly confirmed that the Wu family could not win, but it also affirmed Song Ye's ability to take the lead, and stepped on the Qi family along the way.
Poison, too poisonous.
All the players there had to prepare nervously for the battle. Those who were warming up, meditating, and studying tactics were all ready to fight. However, these two people were still drinking tea and chatting as if no one was around, making the others almost vomit blood.
"Ahem..." In the end, Wu Yi couldn't stand it any longer. He coughed twice, leaned over and asked Song Ye if he wanted to go stretch and prepare together, but he was refused. The old man looked helpless, and it was not easy to do it in front of Qin Ye. Zhan's face dropped, and he could only continue to persuade, "Song boy, I don't know how good your skills are, but the Qi family is not easy to deal with. If you don't move your little body, you will suffer a lot when you go on stage later."
Wu Yi actually wanted to see Song Ye's skills, but first Qin Zhan wouldn't let him go, and secondly Song Ye wouldn't let him go. He was an old man and he was under a lot of pressure, so he couldn't force him. As soon as he came on stage, Qin Zhan deliberately stuffed Song Ye. Finally, isn't it obvious that Song Ye wants to defeat the wolf in vain
The old man was scratching his head, fearing that he would win the game before Song Ye made a move, so he wanted to persuade the young man to let him go out to warm up first.
However, Qin Zhan pretended not to hear the two foxes next door to him, while Song Ye slowly shook his head, "No need." After that, he continued to drink tea with his head down.
Wu Yi was defeated, wiped his face dejectedly, and stopped talking.
When someone beat the big drum on the side, the competition officially began. The first player of the Qi family is Qi Wei. Since it is a competition, it is a battle between the strongest. As long as Qi Wei can defeat everyone, the game will come to an end.
Song Ye raised his eyes and looked at Qi Wei, who was full of confidence on the court. Looking at his bulging muscles, he knew that this test was not going to be easy.
The Wu family sent the eldest disciple in the boxing gym. He was in his early thirties and had a gentle face, more like a teacher.
After coming on the stage, the eldest disciple greeted the opponent with fists and fists in a polite and courteous manner, which attracted numerous screams from the female fans in the audience.
Qi Wei also handed over his hand, but it was just a show. Before he put his hand down, he flew up, punched the eldest disciple and started to attack.
The eldest disciple stepped back, turned around and used his strength to knock away the opponent's fist, but he still couldn't resist the domineering force of his foreign martial arts. He was rubbed against the ribs, causing a dull pain.
Qi Wei succeeded with one punch, and then greeted him with the next punch. He swung a set of punches vigorously, driving the rhythm of the field.
The scene fell into a stalemate under the opponent's extremely fast attack. The two sides fought fiercely at a dizzying speed.
In the eyes of ordinary people, such actions as turning over on the spot and flying over walls can only be seen on TV. When they saw the martial arts arena in real life, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.
The audience in the audience fell into fanatical cheers and cheers, but the Wu family members on the stage frowned.
Because although the eldest disciple of the Wu family was able to deal with Qi Wei on the surface, he was actually at the end of his strength, and he only targeted the weak points.
Sure enough, not long after, the eldest disciple was suddenly punched away and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Okay, let's see who is the winner of the game..." The host on the stage has prepared lines to announce the result of the game.
But before he finished speaking, he saw Qi Wei rushing forward fiercely, stepping on the eldest disciple's body, reaching out to pull the opponent's arm, and then twisted it with his backhand. Amidst the eldest disciple's cry of pain, the sound of cracking was clear. Audible.
The competition in front of everyone should have ended at the end of the day, but Qi Wei still beat the dog in the water and cruelly broke the hands of the people. This sudden violence made everyone on and off the stage unexpected.
"Haha, the Wu Family Martial Arts School is nothing more than that." Qi Wei raised his head and laughed a few times, with a mocking tone. After finishing speaking, he turned to stare at Song Ye and said in an arrogant tone: "Song Ye, if you don't come on stage, I'll quit. He lost the arms of all the disciples of the Wu family, and finally you lost two legs."
The blatant shouting made Song Ye on the seat slightly narrow his eyes, a cold light flashed, and he was ready to move.
But a shadow suddenly rushed out beside him, but it was Wu Xinxin who suddenly took action and knocked away the arrogant Qi Wei with one palm. He gritted his teeth and said: "Change the order of appearance. This time, I, Wu Xinxin, will come to meet you."
Qi Wei was hit by Qi Jin and took a few steps back before stopping. When he looked up and saw Wu Xinxin's formation, he laughed on the spot, "Haha, Miss Wu family, do you want to avenge your senior brother? I advise you to get married early. You should leave the martial arts hall, otherwise I will step on your hand and no one will dare to want you." As he said that, Qi Wei rolled his eyes and looked at Tan Rui, who was watching the fight, with a meaningful smile.
"It's none of your business, stop talking nonsense." Wu Xinxin was obviously very angry. She didn't even have a chatterbox and attacked directly.