The Lion King Championship, the quarterfinals of 16th, the first game.

Sun Futing vs Gong Lie

Sun Futing is a fat and strong man with a second-level superior position and has practiced horizontally. His horizontally practiced even to the point where ordinary people hold sharp weapons without hurting them.

The sharp weapon here refers to kitchen knives and chip knives, and the electric cones are not listed here!

Gong Lie is a tall and thin man, with a third-level lower-level position, with his family's internal strength, and his true energy has accumulated. He has a face full of wind and frost and bitter expression. He doesn't look like a young man in his twenties, but rather like a middle-aged old man carrying great pressure.

The venue, special audience.

"Brother Ying Hu, who do you think they can win the game?" The official gambling competition has already started in the quarterfinals of 16th. From the favorites to the bets in each game, there are all kinds of situations. However, in theory, the participating warriors are not allowed to participate, for fear of playing counterfeit games, which ruins the reputation of the event.

This kind of thing is difficult to catch, but there is no airtight wall in the world. Once you catch it, you will: three swords and six holes, and you will abolish martial arts. This is the rule of the martial arts world. The government does not care about these rules of warriors.

"In terms of paper strength, Gong Lie has a greater chance of winning. He has been running and practicing on the snow-capped mountains for many years, swallowing precious medicinal materials, and fighting against the world, so he has accumulated a good internal strength. But I am more optimistic about Sun Futing, who comes from the bottom of society, practices horizontally and is abolished, and practices again and again. What's more, those who practice horizontally themselves are more suitable for challenge beyond the level."

"That's what Brother Ying Hu thinks Sun Futing can win?"

"Um."

"Frozen, give me money..." After a moment, Sun Qianqian took Luo Dong's bank card and ran out of the special audience, and could bet before the competition started.

"It's a ruby ​​necklace, a skirt worth tens of thousands, and this one is tens of thousands to bet... Freeze, what is the origin of this little girl? Are you spoiling her so much?" Shi Yinghu looked at the stadium below, and he said without looking back.

Most friends will not persuade such things, but Shi Yinghu consciously uses his own relationship with Luo Dong, so this kind of thing can also be said.

"I like others, not to mention that Qianqian is just innocent and unrestrained. She is not a girl who is greedy for money."

"Be steady, we can make money by licking blood from the knife and licking our blood and making money. We can't spend it like this all the time."

"Oh, I know, the game is starting."

Before Sun Qianqian came back, the ringtone of the game had already rang.

Gong Lie wanted to fight, but Sun Futing asked for bare hands. Finally, the computer randomly ruled it as bare hands. At the moment the ringtone rang, Gong Lie's legs flew up, kicking Sun Futing with a fierce and cold wind.

Sun Futing's nerve reaction speed was far less than Gong Lie's speed, but he crouched and protected his head with his fat and strong arms.

Sun Futing only defended against the vital points of the doors around his body, and allowed Gong Lie to kick other places. In low- and middle-level battles, normal leg techniques are not only important for knees. After all, strength starts from the ground and needs to leave room for change. However, Gong Lie's true qi has accumulated vigorous accumulation, so he must have had some adventures, or has injected genetic modification potion. Otherwise, it would not be easy to accumulate third-level true qi at the age of 25, especially if he practices himself.

"I have been living and practicing on the snow mountain for many years. I must have swallowed a drug like a snow lotus that can help my internal strength, right?" Dongdong Dongdong was like a drumbeat. Gong Lie's body changed and his leg shadow kicked. The more he beat, the more he beat, the more crazy he beat, the more crazy he beat. Not only was there a faint blue force, but also the high-speed leg shadow, gradually, it seemed as if the snow mountain collapsed and was so bold that it was hard to control.

During the process of offense and defense conversion, Sun Futing tried to grab Gong Lie's legs several times, but they all failed. Gong Lie's legs were superb and flexible. Under the full internal force, the fat Sun Futing had no power to fight back.

When his aura and strength increase to the peak, his heavy legs, like a battle axe, would directly defeat Sun Futing's horizontal exercise and sweep him down the ring.

"It's over, it's over. This time, you made a mistake in the judgment of Shi Tou. This Sun Futing is no match for Gong Lie at all."

Shi Yinghu turned his head and looked at Luo Dong, who was completely unable to sit still, and couldn't help but frown and said, "How much do you give Qianqian? You're so panicked."

"...I'll give her all the remaining money. Shi Tou. If Sun Futing loses, you have to pay for the trip to Qianqian and I to help me."

"You have a rock in your mind? You're going to bet on all the money!?"

"Don't I trust your judgment?"

"Get out, I haven't seen you trust me so much in other things since I was a child." Just as Shi Yinghu pinched his youngest's neck and shook it hard.

Sun Futing had already been beaten by Gong Lie to his mouth and nose, and was shaking. Gong Lie, who thought that he was almost the same, suddenly raised his offensive to the highest peak.

He jumped up, and because his true energy surged out, a circle of dark blue mist was spreading through his body. The third-level warrior grabbed the god with one punch, and Gong Lie had seen the scene of a large avalanche rolling and falling several times.

He brought this artistic conception into his own leg skills, similar to the effect of Shi Yinghu Tiger's sword intent. With Gong Lie's full-strength attack, even if Sun Futing was in full swing, he was likely to be "snatched the god with one punch" and "destroy the enemy's gall" without any ability to resist. He took all the leg skills and killing moves: a great avalanche!

Sun Futing, who was bleeding from the mouth and nose, had already been shaking and could fall down at any time, did not kneel down in front of this big avalanche that seemed like the might of nature. Instead, a ruthless and fierce light flashed through his small eyes.

Gong Lie felt that the blow was enough, but for Sun Futing, who grew up at the bottom of the market since childhood and was making a living by fighting others, this level of injury was far from his limit.

"Fat Master, my body will be crushed to death!" With the roar in my heart, Sun Futing raised his hand and rushed towards Gong Lie. As long as he was caught by Sun Futing and was hit by a solid and hard hit by a wrestling technique, a third-level warrior who did not practice horizontally was also a physical body and might just fall into it.

However, just as Sun Futing's fat hands were about to touch and grab Gong Lie's clothes, a surging white stream collapsed like billions of pounds, rolling and falling, swallowing all the attacks within the coverage area.

Gong Lie didn't want to kill anyone, so the power of this "big avalanche" was just a push. Sun Futing's huge body was kicked out of the ring without being controlled, and finally fell heavily on the ground, ending his own journey of the game.

"The third level is stronger than I thought..."

"My money..."

At this moment, Sun Qianqian came back and saw Shi Yinghu holding Luo Dou's neck with both hands.

"Brother Ying Hu, Han Zi, what are you doing?"

"Uh, it's a joke."

"He saw that there was dust on my clothes, so he took a photo for me."

"Ah? Sun Futing lost to Gong Lie."

"Well, I'm wrong in judgment. It's okay, Qianqian. I will pay you how much money you lost this time. We won't bet in the future." Shi Yinghu currently has some money, and Luo Dong is his brother's childhood friend. He can't really let him and his girlfriend clean up in the past two days.

What's more, Shi Yinghu also hopes to help Luo Dong quit, Sun Qianqian, the soon-to-be-formed hobby.

"No, I just got lost and didn't find the exchange. I'll give you the frozen one." As he said that, Sun Qianqian handed back the bank card to Luo Dong, and then went to eat snacks and browse her phone. Shi Yinghu and Luo Dong looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Look, how good, how well-behaved, and how good a girl who knows more about saving money for her boyfriend."

"She didn't find a place."

"What does this mean? It means you have a good life. Like you, you have won a pack of laundry detergent since you were a child."

"I have at least won the pack of laundry detergent, and you took that pack of laundry detergent to the house. What did you think you have won?"

"I haven't been beaten, but my wife is so pretty."

"What are you two whispering over there?" Sun Qianqian brushed her phone, took a break from her busy schedule and asked with a look.

"It's nothing, we're talking about Qianqian's fate and good luck." Shi Yinghu stroked his forehead with his hand, and Luo Dong turned his head and smiled foolishly.

It's over, this kid is completely trapped in.

…………

Finally, it was Shi Yinghu's turn to play, and the fifth game of the quarterfinals of 16.

"Name: Feng Feng."

"Profession: Mutant Beast Hunter."

“Age: twenty-three.”

"Teacher-education sect: None."

"Martial Arts Level: Second-level Higher Level."

"Special note: Strong in actual combat, ruthless in action."

As soon as the opponent came on stage, Shi Yinghu felt that Feng Feng's temperament was different from other people. It was a kind of temperament soaked in plasma.

His own tiger soul is excellent for the martial artists of the Academy and famous schools, and he has a high chance of urging the enemy's gills to break the enemy's gills. However, Feng Feng and Shi Yinghu don't hold on to him at all. This kind of battle-hardened guy has long been sharpened in his mind and cannot be shaken by the horror of life and death.

"Brother Feng wants to fight with bare hands or with armed forces?"

"It's up to you. If you want to have bare hands, I will fight with you. If you want to have bare hands, I will fight with you." Feng Feng's temperament was cold, and he was spitting nails, nailing them to the ground word by word, which was solid and not easy.

"Then let's fight."

After looking at Feng Feng up and down, he determined that his bare hands would probably not be lower than that of a fighting force. Shi Yinghu still chose to hold the tiger's wings in his hand. Although it is not impossible to use the knife with his hand, there are still differences after all.

He still chose the Tiger Wing Knife No. 1 Blood Wave. Shi Yinghu held the hideous sword in his hand and waved it twice. The weapon Feng Feng asked for seemed to make the staff embarrassed. Shi Yinghu vaguely heard that he seemed to have asked for a flying needle... The last one was a large purple-rod, golden-headed gun.

There is a big gun sweeping outside and a flying needle plot inside. Fortunately, this is a ring match, otherwise you are still preparing to temper the poison, right?

Knives and guns are all weapons of murder.

Feng Feng and Shi Yinghu, you can tell that they are fierce people based on their temperament.

The old referee on the ring sighed that money was not easy to make, and asked for a white wax pole. It was hard to say that it was hard to say, but no matter whether someone died or a disabled person was on the ring, the referee's salary would be deducted. After all, the Lion King Group did not invite you to support your elderly care.

Shi Yinghu held the knife in his hand, held the knife in one hand and held the back of the knife with the other hand. Although he knew it was unsuccessful, Hu Po's momentum still spread.

Feng Feng held a gun in one hand, and although he stood there loosely, he had the murderous temperament of a poisonous dragon in the deep pool.

The fierce and cruel aura collided with the cold and cold murderous aura, fighting each other, and was so fierce that it was entangled together. The entire martial arts hall was quiet and everyone was watching the actual battle.

Ring ding ding ding ding !

The death-seeking ringtone rang again.

Chih!

The moment the ringtone rang, Shi Yinghu's body moved, the health-preserving true energy was activated, and the hidden force burst out. With all his strength, Shi Yinghu reached the peak of his speed in his past life, and his martial arts uniform was pulled by the wind and thumped.

"You must grab the close!" The big gun is long and the swords and weapons are close. The closer the two sides are, the greater the relative superiority of Shi Yinghu will naturally be.

However, hh!

"kill!"
Chapter completed!