Ancient master modern police

The people in the martial arts hall looked over at a glance, and Zhang Qileng didn't find anyone who had cultivated his true energy. The strongest of them should be the owner of the martial arts hall that Huzi said, a 1.9-meter-high man, who seemed to be full of energy. strong.

But compared with a person who has cultivated true qi, he will definitely lose more and win less.How should I put it, if we compare everyone to a computer, then the ones who develop true energy are those who use the Internet. Compared with Zhang Qi, whether it is Gan Ah Qi or the Japanese in front of him, it only takes a few k The speed of the network is high, and Zhang Qi seems to have used optical fiber.

And I don't know why, it is much more difficult for modern people to cultivate true qi than people in Zhang Qi's world, as if everyone is ordinary computer hardware, Zhang Qi is a large server, whether it is downloading (cultivation) or The output is not at the same level, and the worst thing is that everyone's network provider is out of this world.

"Chengyuan Temple, I beg you, let them see our strength." Before the Japanese martial artist who had cultivated his true energy came to the stage, the fellows cheered one after another. They were unlucky tonight, and they were unexpectedly defeated by the opponent's personality. Three games, and one person won consecutively, which means that if the Japanese side wants to succeed in the martial arts gym, they must use two people to kill the five players in the martial arts gym.

Chengyuan Temple smiled proudly, and walked onto the stage of performing martial arts. Ever since he developed his true qi, his vision was no longer limited to these ordinary warriors.

And at the age of 31, with such achievements, Chengyuanji thinks that even if he looks at the world, he is a leader among his peers. Today is his battle for fame in Japan.

As soon as Chengyuan Temple came to the stage, the martial arts side quickly sent a person up. He was a young man with a relatively well-proportioned figure. He had already won three games in a row, and the people in the martial arts hall were not too nervous now, just like this young man Similarly, after playing, he was not as cautious as the first big man, he just looked at his opponent with a smile.

"Hmph!" For the first time, Chengyuan Temple, who was a martial arts prodigy since he was a child, was underestimated by others.

Sure enough, the fighters in the stand-alone version are different from the online version. Even if they don’t win by hand, they can still be said to have the upper hand. Chengyuan Temple’s strength and speed are a level stronger than those of the martial arts youth, plus the weak true energy in the body. , In less than ten seconds, the martial arts youth was kicked off the stage.

Or it could be said that he flew off the ring, and seeing that it was impossible to beat him, the young man in the martial arts hall made a decisive decision, he just caught Chengyuan Temple's kick with his arm, and retreated from the ring with his strength, but the drooping hands proved that he It also paid a price.

The victory in the front was cool, and the loss in the back was fast. The Chinese present felt like they were riding a roller coaster. What made everyone angry was that Chengyuan Temple, who had already won a game, pointed directly at the master of the martial arts gym and said, "Tang Ying, you The ghost father was kicked to death by my uncle, today, I will carry on the family tradition and take care of you too."

Because Chengyuan Temple speaks Japanese, Zhang Qi only knew the meaning of the words after hearing the old j's explanation, and he suddenly thought: "It's bad, the owner of the temple named Tang Ying is probably in danger."

Zhang Qi was right. The death of his father was the greatest pain in Tang Ying's heart. The scars would be exposed, and the person who exposed the scars was an enemy. Needless to say, Tang Ying was so angry. Under the rage, Tang Ying almost lost his mood. Unable to hold on, he jumped directly onto the martial arts platform.

Apart from anything else, the two of them fought together, "boom", "boom", the sound of muscles colliding with each other and the tense atmosphere made the onlookers hold their breath, and looked at the two without daring to breathe. People fight.

The revenge of killing his father, coupled with being the pillar of the martial arts school, Tang Ying is unwilling and unable to accept defeat, while Chengyuan Temple has a certain chance of winning, but due to Tang Ying's reckless style of play, he can't gain an overall advantage for the time being, so the scene looks like It sounds very exciting, and people who don't understand think that the two sides are half a catty.

Zhang Qi knew that although the two seemed similar now, it would be the time for Chengyuan Temple to defeat Tang Ying after a while when Tang Ying could no longer hold on.

"Our side is going to lose." Zhang Qi kindly reminded the old j, his idea is that since the loss is certain, he must make preparations first, so as not to lose the owner's life when the time comes.

What he said annoyed the old j, this is still a lively fight, how can we draw a conclusion, the old j said unhappily: "Young people don't understand, don't pretend to understand, this is just the beginning, don't look at Chengyuan Temple and the owner Seriously, this just shows that the owner of the pavilion values ​​this contest more, and Chengyuan Temple thinks that it underestimates the enemy or wants to use this to anger the owner."

The old j put on the posture of a senior, and he spoke clearly and logically. He had full confidence in Tang Ying, which was more than a thousand pure gold.

What annoyed Old J again was that Hu Zi was unwilling to believe the old man's words, instead he asked Zhang Qi nervously, "Brother Zhang, how did you know?"

After seeing Zhang Qi smiling slightly, Hu Zi patted his head with his hands. Isn't this obvious? In Zhang Qi's eyes, fighting like this is a low-level martial arts competition. It's strange to see it. what.

After Huzi figured it out, he said to Old J: "Old J, what should we do if we lose in this game?"

"Nonsense, how could the owner of the pavilion lose? Do you want me to bet with you!" Old J was annoyed by the repeated irritability, and his tone became a little irritable, and he spit at Huzi, "You really think you are Ah, if you can tell the level of other people's strength, I can beat you up."

After the old j finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Qi. His attitude of accusing Sang Huai was very clear. Zhang Qinai shook his head. For the sake of his compatriots, he will also rescue them.

As for taking action to help resolve the battle of kicking the pavilion, he really never thought about it. First, the reason for his action was a bit reluctant. Although they were all Chinese, he was a Chinese policeman and he was only a tourist.

Second, even if you help them win this time, next time, you must know that Zhang Qi will only stay for a few days.

Third, it is not difficult to kill Chengyuan Temple, but there is a family on top of Chengyuan Temple, and the fate of the martial arts hall can be referred to in the second article, and it is not easy.

In the end, it is just a martial artist who has cultivated his true energy. Although he can have an advantage in the power struggle, the Chinese side is not fully able to fight back. At most, they will lose to them in the martial arts competition. There can be a few people who know their shame and then be brave, and practice their true energy, so that the Chinese martial arts in Sapporo will be full of glory.

"stop!"

"We admit defeat!"

While Zhang Qi was thinking, Tang Ying finally couldn't hold on in the arena, and was defeated by Chengyuan Temple, and it seemed that the situation was not optimistic, Chengyuan Temple didn't want to give up.

(Forewarning, Daxia Zhang will definitely make a move.)