Just when Zhang Fugui felt that he was ashamed of himself and wanted to find a hole to crawl through.

The loudspeaker of the stadium suddenly sounded: "Please come and get your cards for the contestants who have not yet received their cards. The contestants who have not yet received their cards include Zhang Fugui of the Red Star Security Team... Huang Batian of the Red Star Security Team..."

With the blessing of the loudspeakers, the crowds both on and off the field, both competing and watching, began to surge.

Everyone wants to take a closer look at who this Red Star security team is who does not respect martial ethics or hygiene.

"Brother Zhang, hurry up and get the license plate. This license plate number is for grouping." Dong Chuan's expression was still unnatural.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he admired Zhang Fugui.

Because their Eight Trigrams Sect's publicity method this time can be said to have almost used up the few hairs he has left, but this marketing method is still a bit too conservative compared to what Zhang Fugui has done.

After all, in this era where traffic is king, black and red are also the same kind of red.

Dong Chuan thought he had lost his old face this time, but he didn't expect Zhang Fugui to use a shameless trick.

It is indeed a terrible future life.

"Mr. Dong, what are you thinking about?" Zhang Fugui asked awkwardly.

"It's nothing, I just think that as a human being, you can't accept old age." Regardless of whether Zhang Fugui understood it or not, what Dong Chuan said was sincere anyway.

At this time, several staff members came over and after finding out who Zhang Fugui was, they led Zhang Fugui and others into the hall where the cards were drawn.

Due to the large number of participants, the stadium space is limited.

So the official made a method of splitting the competition into groups and splitting the competition over several days, planning to use 4 days to complete the audition stage.

The hall was already packed with people. As the staff once again shouted the flag of the Red Star Security Team, the hall that had been lively just now calmed down instantly.

Obviously, everyone here wants to see who it is that can hang such a banner with no moral bottom line on the stadium.

Monk Wang Hu Hai and Monk Ming Ran all signed up in their own names, and people in the hall did not know their true relationship with the Red Star security team.

Therefore, everyone treats these three people as normal contestants.

But when it came to Zhang Fugui and Huang Batian Hua Tuo, the effect was different. Everyone wanted to take out a microscope to observe these three people.

Huang Batian and the others still didn't know what was going on. They looked at the people around them who suddenly became quiet because of his arrival. They felt secretly proud, and their walking posture became a little arrogant.

1 is more suitable for bad guys.

"Look... with this walking posture, the heels are not even touching the ground. You don't look like a good person."

"Yes, didn't you listen? There is also a man named Zhang Fugui. Think about it, why do people dare to beat old people? It's because they are rich and can afford to pay compensation if they are broken!"

People around him began to discuss the new arguments they had discovered.

When Hua Tuo came on the stage, the discussion among the crowd reached its peak.

"That's not right. You said there are obviously old people in their security team who are still young. How can they make such a banner?"

"I think... maybe this old man is their sparring partner... usually used for fighting..."

"It makes sense...it makes sense."

With a livid expression on his face, Zhang Fugui stepped forward and drew his own number plate: No. 2, Group B.

The first round of audition lasted for 4 days, and they were divided into A, B, C and D. This means that Zhang Fugui’s competition time was in the second match on the second day.

From this point of view, it is a good lottery.

After drawing the cards, Zhang Fugui did not dare to stay in the hall any longer, so he could only run out of the hall in a hurry, followed by the great monk Qingming.

"Master, when will you compete?" Zhang Fugui secretly prayed that it would be best for his group not to meet on the first day.

"Group A No. 1, Amitabha." Master Mingran still had a smile on his face, as if no matter what the number was, it could not affect his mood.

"So, you'll be on stage right away." Zhang Fugui said in surprise.

"kindness···."

Before Master Lingran could finish speaking, a staff member came over and said, "Master Lingran, right? Please come with me."

Zhang Fugui did not dare to let Monk Lingran act alone. He winked at Huang Batian and others, and then followed Monk Lingran together.

"Um... Master, when the referee calls start in a moment, you will be on the stage." After the staff scanned Monk Ran's whole body with a machine, he pointed to the ring and said to him.

Monk Mingran put his hands together and bowed his head in thanks.

Zhang Fugui and others discovered that there happened to be a few seats in a remote place under the ring. It seemed that 80% of them were for the companions of the contestants to rest.

So Zhang Fugui took Huang Batian and his group to sit on these seats.

Huang Batian and his group discussed their own brands one after another, while Zhang Fugui tilted his head and carefully observed Monk Ming's two opponents.

Judging from their appearance, those competing on the same stage as Monk Mingran were a young man and a middle-aged man with a stern face.

The young man pretended that he should practice Sanda at 80%, and was currently listening to his coach's instructions under the ring.

The middle-aged man, like Master Mingran, was silently doing warm-up exercises.

Master Mingran slowly took off his monk's robe, folded it, and placed it next to the ring.

Only then did Zhang Fugui realize that he had not prepared enough. He had not prepared any water for cooling or towels for wiping sweat.

Seeing that the two contestants opposite were being served attentively, Zhang Fugui trotted up to Master Daoran very embarrassedly and respectfully held up the monk's robe.

Master Ming Ran looked at Zhang Fugui's embarrassed expression and knew what Zhang Fugui was thinking, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

"I will compensate you with a bottle of good wine and two roast chickens when I go back!"

"Good!"

Zhang Fugui's words were said into Monk Lingran's heart. He smiled and nodded, and then heard the referee say on the ring: "Please enter the contestants."

In the meantime, the young man's knees slightly bent, and he jumped into the ring with a big jump. This action made the surrounding audience cheer loudly.

There was someone on the middle-aged man's side helping to hold down the rope, and he walked into the ring without saying a word.

In comparison, Master Ming Ran is more like an ordinary person. He first tested the elasticity of the ring guardrail rope, then shrank his body and got in. His movements were a little inconsistent, and he even tripped in the end.

Seeing Ming Ran finally staggering onto the ring, the referee said loudly: "Please let the three contestants choose the competition items."

The young man looked at Mingming with an indifferent attitude, and then glanced at the middle-aged man.

"Master, what do you want to compete with? If it's a competition with weapons, I will admit defeat directly." The young man directly stated his weakness.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, please help yourself." A clear face was calm and calm.

"Then let's compete with fists and kicks... Don't be wordy, you can quickly..." The middle-aged man's accent was very stiff.

"I'll go, Jaap? Master... This... no matter what we say, we have to kill the Japs first!" The young man recognized the accent of the middle-aged man and immediately suggested that the monk understand and join him.

Defend foreign enemies.

"You two... take action... I... will save you trouble." The middle-aged man seemed to have already anticipated the situation in front of him and said without caring.

"Oh, I've even installed it... I'll challenge you to a duel, so that you won't be dissatisfied even if you lose!" After the young man finished speaking, he turned around and said to Ming Ran: "Master, I'll fight him twice first.

, just watch from the side."

To be honest, what young people do is not rational, but then again, if they are really so rational, can they still be called young people?

"Amitabha, little benefactor, please be careful. If you win the opponent, the little monk is willing to admit defeat." Mingming didn't want to take advantage of others, so he said that once the young man defeated his opponent, he didn't have to worry about waiting for work.

"Master... then I thank you first..." the young man said to Ming Ran with an excited face.

"Come on, devil, let me have a good time!" the young man shouted provocatively at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stared at Mingming with a gloomy expression.

As the referee shouted, the young man punched the middle-aged man in the temple.

The middle-aged man blocked the attack with his arm and punched the young man in the waist.

The young man flashed past with a naughty look, and kept muttering in his mouth: "I expected that you would come like this."

After speaking, he took a deep breath, calmed down at the waist, picked up the next door and hit the middle-aged man's upper body desperately.

Fists as big as casseroles were all over the middle-aged man's body as if he was throwing money away.

This is the saying that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

Relying on his youth and strength, and relying on the marks imprinted on his flesh and bones, the young man exerted 200% of his usual strength at this time.

The middle-aged man did not expect that this boy would start to use a desperate posture when he came up, and for a moment he was a little unable to resist.

It's not that his martial arts skills are not as good as those of the young man, but that his mentality is far inferior to that of his opponent.

Compared with his opponent who was completely focused on nothing else, the middle-aged man was always worried about the monk Ming Ran standing in the corner of the ring.

It was not difficult to win over the young man, but this monk Mingzhuang made him feel extremely in danger.

So this middle-aged man decided to win over the young man at the lowest cost and save all his strength to deal with the monk.

So facing the young man's full strength, he obviously had a backup plan.

After a series of punches from the young man, the middle-aged man fell backwards with the strength of the last punch.

Seeing this, the young man thought that the opponent had lost, so he turned to his coach in the audience and cheered: "It's great! Coach, this is the most exciting game I've ever played..."

"Be careful!" Monk Mingran suddenly felt that something was wrong and warned the young man loudly.

But when the young man came back to his senses, it was already too late. The middle-aged man who had just been knocked to the ground stood up with a ghostly movement, then grabbed the young man's arm and buckled it tightly.

The young man's arm joint was broken.
Chapter completed!