Chapter 4 The land list is a long wind, and the bamboo basket is empty

Chapter 4 The list is windy, and the bamboo basket is empty (Part 1)

Both of them can be regarded as martial arts masters of the young generation in the ring, and their spirits are naturally a little high, but now a scholar who has no power to bind chickens suddenly comes out and wants to fight with them, which shows how bad their mood is now. An ant suddenly appeared in the grass, stretched out its thin legs, and quietly said to the onlookers next to him, "Shh! Don't talk and watch me trip over it. This is called overpowering.

"Please." The two didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. They stood on both sides of the stage and arched their hands perfunctorily, which was regarded as a salute, but their movements were quite consistent. That means that you have disrupted our martial arts competition, one-on-one and group fights. You can choose whatever you want. One-on-one is to fight against both of us, and the group fight is still one of us.

Zhou Yisheng is more embarrassed to stand on the stage. After all, he is a scholar! Let these Jianghu people look at it like a monkey trick, and their faces are so red that they can almost drip blood. Seeing that the two men were fighting at the same time, the stage calmed down. Zhou Yisheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then fell into a deeper predicament. How on earth should he fight? Can you beat them by yourself?

With those eager eyes under the stage, Zhou Yisheng didn't want to let them down. He arched his hands and said, "Two people, please." He put on an ugly momentum and waited for their next move. But he didn't know what this meant. At the same time, he challenged the two young masters. It's really a little ignorant and fearless!

"A little bold." Zhou Yisheng was next to one person on the left and one on the right. The one on the left practiced ordinary Fuhuquan. Because it was ordinary and simple, the foundation was more solid and more difficult to fight. After practicing the Qixin method and practicing internal strength, it was more powerful and really had the power to subdue the tiger. This man was dressed in a black brocade costume. He looked very upright. Zhou Yisheng actually wanted to challenge the two at the same time, and he said with some admiration.

The person on the right practiced a slightly neutral southern boxing, paying attention to the short hit, fast, accurate and fierce. This is a kind of internal force that is relatively easy to practice, but the internal force is long and slightly less powerful. The man was like a fist and said peacefully, "I won't keep my hand. Let's punch!"

Zhou Yisheng didn't know how to punch at all. With only a few words, his ugly and awkward posture made his legs a little numb. He stood up straight and shook to relieve his discomfort.

The people under the stage are a little impatient to wait. They know that they don't have a chance to go on stage and are waiting to watch the bustle. You, a scholar, are now on stage, don't fight, and do something in that ugly posture there, not a handsome scholar.

"Oh! I said that you are like wood, waiting for spring to sprout! Why don't you start quickly?"

"I think this scholar was romantic last night, and he is already powerless!"

"No wonder the book talks about such a talented woman. A talented person really needs to be rich, and the beautiful woman is enough to **."

"Next time the old man is rich, he will also try this set of beautiful talents. How comfortable it is, hahaha!" There was a lot of laughter under the stage. No man in the world can make any sex jokes, and the fun can calm their restless heart a lot.

"Lord of the Kitchen! Do you have anything to say? I don't think you should use it to bet on your golden signboard. How about taking what you just said as a joke? The beautiful man looked at Zhou Yisheng, who shook his body slightly on the stage, and sighed in his heart. It seemed that Zhang Heihe's methods were not as good as he thought! I don't know if it will affect the next plan.

Zhang Heihe looked at Zhou Yisheng's ignorant and lovely appearance. At this moment, he was also unconfident in his own methods. He rubbed his stiff face and couldn't hang on his face. He still said firmly, "I believe him. His body is the most perfect masterpiece I have ever seen."

The beautiful man's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, vigilantly clenched the silver needle in the cuff, and whispered, "Isn't it a dragon yang fetish?" If Zhang Heihe knew what he was thinking now, I'm afraid he would shout and hit the sky!

Fuhu's fist was as powerful as a mountain. At the moment of punching, the black practice uniform bulged, as if a yellow-fronted tiger jumped out of his body and penetrated the tip of his fist. The person facing him would have an irresistible belief.

When the man on the right saw that he had taken action, he was not hesitating. He clamped the sheep and horse, stepped on his feet, and coordinated his body and hands to the extreme. Almost at the same time, the punch brought up the strength of his whole body. It seemed that the antelope hung its horns, no trace, and was fast to the extreme.

Zhou Yisheng saw the attack from left and right, and felt more dangerous in it. Although he knew that he was invincible, his body's instinct still chose to avoid it. His instinct was clumsy, but it was effective. However, the two people he faced were martial arts moves integrated into his body, and the wind roared by. Two punches hit Zhou Yisheng almost at the same time, bang! Bang! As a result, many people did not expect to be shocked by Zhou Yisheng's strong body protection. Fortunately, the two despised Zhou Yisheng as a weak scholar and did not make a fierce move.

The body protector rushed out of the body bravely. At that moment, the pores all over his body opened and spit out heat. Zhou Yisheng felt that he seemed to fly up and couldn't help but close his eyes to enjoy the aftertaste of the beautiful moment. Uh-huh! He hummed softly and recovered his mind in an instant. This is still a martial arts competition! Thinking of the two men's surging fists, I couldn't help looking around to see where I was injured. Except for some wrinkles in my clothes, it was not a big deal. My tight heart quietly put down and looked up at the two people strangely, leaving a doubt on my forehead.

The change on the stage was born too fast. With a clean and neat punch, both of them thought that they could directly beat the scholar off the ring, but they didn't expect to be shocked back, which made the audience ready to see Zhou Yisheng's jokes stunned. Is there really such a young master in the world who can hide it from the prison martial arts pavilion?

If that's the case, it will completely subvert their understanding of martial arts. Perhaps he is the legendary holy body of Tianze, Tianze, which is extraordinary and unconventional holy. He was born with energy, directly skipped the two layers of body training and transportation, and cultivated the spirit of nature.

If it is really the constitution of Tianze Holy Body, it can no longer describe their mood with jealousy and envy. If it is confirmed, I'm afraid that many people will immediately invite the older generation and directly kill him in his growth, lest his limelight will overshadow the 3,000 sects in Ling Yunfeng.

one by one looked at Zhou Yisheng, who was at a loss on the stage, praying that he was just lucky and hoping to find out his flaws, but this feeling was like a kitten scratching in his heart, scratching them uneasy.

Gangqi! Both of them had the same doubt on the stage. Only by breaking through the internal force and practicing the energy can they automatically protect the owner. The two almost denied Zhou Yisheng's energy at the same time. How old is he? He doesn't look like 20, and he is still a scholar. It must be that he has some treasures. Thinking of this, both of them had a little jealousy. These treasures that can protect the Lord were left by the shadow sect of the previous dynasty, which strengthened their confidence here.

Ha! He exhaled and pressed some boiling blood. The man with strong boxing skills took the lead again, turned his fist into claws, and grabbed Zhou Yisheng's patched gray robe. He wanted to see what kind of fairy baby Zhou Yisheng was wearing, which could produce qi and protect his body.

"He has the protective baby of the former fairy." The man, who was good at short fight, started slowly, roared, and then hit Zhou Yisheng. The action looked very light, but the hidden moves were enough to be fatal.

Zhou Yisheng saw that the tiger's claws were powerful, pulled out his legs and retreated continuously, retreating to the gap between the two. The center of gravity was a little unstable and retreated faster.

Smile! The gray robe on Zhou Yisheng's chest was easily torn apart by the tiger's claws, revealing his tender and white chest, which was so smooth that women would be jealous. After tearing off the robe, the tiger's claws patted on the smooth chest. Zhou Yisheng's body soared into the air and was hit by the body protection, and the man accelerated to the ground. Bang! He fell on all four forks, and a star flew in front of him.

The man in black practice uniform screamed, and Zhou Yisheng's protective body pierced into his palm like a needle, and his fingers were connected to his heart. Since he practiced boxing, his palm had never felt such pain. Bang! The Southern Boxing followed, a short and capable punch bombarded him under his armpit, bringing a gorgeous red flower. The man was seriously injured in an instant and fell off the ring. Under the ring, he couldn't believe that he was defeated like this, and his eyes were full of suspicion. Didn't he work together to deal with the scholar?

Southerners may not be as strong as the northern human body, but they will make up for it with thinking. This is a hostile ring. It is illegal for the two to jointly deal with scholars. There are no rules to speak of, only success or failure. The rest is the winner. Looking at the northerners lying under the ring, their eyes are full of mockery. When did they become allies?

He raised his fist slightly and turned to Zhou Yisheng, who was slapped on the ground in the ring, and said with a smile, "You are mine."

Zhou Yisheng stood up and looked at his chest in a daze. The gray robe broke a big hole, revealing the smooth skin inside. The palm left no trace, but he looked at it strangely. It seemed that there was something more attractive than beating. There was no reaction to the southerner's light voice.

"Look for death!" Although his mouth was contemptuous, his feet did not float. His feet were like old trees. They coiled tightly but moved slowly. After a few steps approached Zhou Yisheng, his fist hit Zhou Yisheng's head many times faster than his feet. He did not believe that the baby could prevent his head. The wind roared, and the fixed head seemed to be fragmented like a rotten watermelon in the next moment.

The onlookers will always think that they are the righteous party. How shameful it is to attack allies, which is not allowed by them. This is to break the rules that have been recognized in their hearts. If it is themselves, they may also be attacked! Since it will be against you, then turn into justice and condemn it! But he has to finish the scene.

"It's over! This boy can't afford to be ashamed. He is too sad and scared. Zhang Heihe really had the impulse to curse his mother. The mud couldn't hold on to the wall. He had given him the strength of the list, but he dared not take action. He knows very well that his qi can protect himself, but using qi to protect his head is something he dare not think about. Who dares to let qi rush into his brain, isn't he looking for death? You are lucky not to have high blood pressure.

Zhang Heihe just planned to save the dazed scholar, but something happened in the ring.