Campus belle's cultivation master

Zhuque high school martial arts hall was full of people's voices, and the crowd spontaneously formed a wave of people, one after another in the high stands, setting off a wave after wave of climax.

"Tang city! I'll win

"Tang city! I'll win

Many people are hoarse, but they are still waving their arms. The warm atmosphere makes the indoor temperature rise in a straight line, like hot summer, unbearable heat.

Tang Cheng held his breath and stood quietly in the arena, gazing at the figure in front of him.

At this moment, the noise around him suddenly faded, his vision gradually became clear, and there was nothing else except his opponent.

Akimu Saburo is still that pair of lazy appearance, while not yawning, at the same time hook his fingers at him, it is very impatient.

"Soon, you will kneel down and beg for mercy." Tang Cheng's mouth curved slightly and moved his body without any trace. "We need to win the contest with the most direct and direct means..."

He thought about it in his heart, and at the next moment he went out and jumped up on the ground.

Mirs bright wings!

This is the simplest and most representative starting style in Chinese traditional culture.

Tang City opened his arms and rose up to the sky. Then he used the martial arts magic power to "climb the ladder" and stepped into the void.

The connection between the two is seamless and complete at one go!

Even he Jiuxiang, who is known as "the first person in Huacheng martial arts", couldn't help but get up, caressed his hands excitedly and exclaimed: "wonderful

Tang city takes the first step, then the second step, the third step

Every step of him is gathering momentum. After seven steps, the whole person is like a volcano full of energy. An invisible pressure diffuses and makes everyone a little breathless.

The cheering voice from all sides gradually weakened, and the people held their breath, stretched their necks, stretched their bodies tight, waiting for the fatal blow like a tsunami.

Akimu Saburo slowly raised his head, staring at the top of the Tang City, his face showed a smile.

It was not the joy of the match, but the scorn and ridicule of the clown.

"Fancy." He turned his mouth, leaving no feeling of evaluation, "Chinese national art, are so useless."

Tang city is full of cold eyes: "don't show off your eloquence. Be ready to take my attack first!"

As soon as his voice fell, his body was like a heavy artillery shell, carrying a huge force, and suddenly fell from a height of seven or eight meters.

This is the strongest attack that Tang city can launch at present. In order to deal with akimu sanro, he even uses gravity to increase the damage effect.

He's full of confidence in this. Even if he's a great master of internal strength, he has to deal with it carefully. What's more, he's just Qiu mu Sanlang?

This war will be recorded in the history of the University!

The name of Tang city will be passed down to the students of Zhuque high school!

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly raised his head and let out a roar, and a split leg with all his strength hit akimu Saburo's head.

He Jiuxiang was afraid of causing death, which made the visiting group of Dongyi look ugly. He quickly called out: "master Tang! "That's all!"

At the same time, he also quickly came to the edge of the rostrum, ready to hand at any time, save akimu Saburo a life plan.

Even though he is arrogant and rude, if he died in the martial arts school of Zhuque high school, it's hard to say.

Tang city also heard the reminder of he Jiuxiang, then moved his legs a little bit to the side, but the strength did not decrease at all.

"You have to pay for your own arrogance. Let's scrap your arm first."

He thought, in a flash, the split fell firmly on each other's shoulders.

In my imagination, the scene of broken bones, broken tendons and painful wails did not appear. Akimu sanro was still standing there with his feet crossed. His whole body was loose and there was no change at all.

Tang Cheng's eyes widened in amazement. The deepest part of the pupil was filled with a thick panic.

What the hell is going on?

He only in both sides just contact of the moment, obviously feel akimu Saburo's shoulder sank, and then all his strength is like a cow into the sea, disappeared in each other's body, without a trace!

"Is that your best shot?" Akimu sanro sneers contemptuously, grabs his ankle and turns it suddenly.

Tang City staggered back, almost standing unsteadily, fell to the ground.

Akimuro saw that his mind was confused, so he took a step forward and slapped.

Pop!

Tang Cheng was slapped in the face with great humiliation, and the whole person was fanned out and fell several meters away.

"How... How..." he Jiuxiang's mustache trembled. He turned his head and looked at Zheng Jinghe and Chen Yihan with the same blue face. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a complete word.

Even with such a well-informed person as him, he racked his brains to find out why Tang city lost.

"Alas." Lin Yu glanced at Wu Gang's trembling hands and sighed softly.

Since qiumu family is a famous martial arts family in Dongyi, they must have a very good skill. When he first met akimu sanro, he found that the latter was full of breath, and then he guessed seven or eight points.

Although that cultivation skill is far less exquisite and mysterious than Lin Yu's Kunyuan mental skill, it is not weak. Naturally, it is far from the common skill of the Tang family.

In other words, Tang city lost in the foundation.

This is also why many of them, though experienced in fighting, are not as good as the large number of disciples of the famous sect. There is a huge gap between them in cultivation resources.

In the martial arts museum, there was a dead silence, the hot atmosphere faded slowly, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

The atmosphere was eerie.

After nearly half a minute, people's dull eyes slowly converged, replaced by a thick despair.

Lost. Lost completely.

Even Tang Cheng, who has just shown his superhuman posture, is defeated. Who else can be the opponent of the younger generation?

Han Yue looked at Lin Yu's uncertain side face, then slowly shook his head and moved his sight away.

Not even Tangcheng, she doesn't expect this guy to surprise herself.

"You should be congratulating yourself now." She thought silently, "qiumu Sanlang is too strong. If it wasn't for Tang Cheng to replace you in the competition, the person who suffered humiliation at the moment..."

"It's you!"

Not only she, but almost everyone thinks so. The projected lines of vision also contain tolerance and pity for the lucky ones.