Zhong Chu sat down, staring at Xie Jinfa, who was not far away, holding his buttocks and struggling to get up slowly. The rhythm of his fingers slapping the bend of his knees increased slightly.
"Young Master Zhong, if Feng Ying becomes stronger, Xie Jinfa will also be nervous, otherwise Xie Jinfa will not be like this." Seeing the evil flash in Zhong Chu's eyes, Shen Yan was determined to rescue Xie Jinfa, otherwise
Xie Jinfa is such a loser, Zhongchu will definitely not let him go after he comes down.
Zhong Chu smiled lightly: "It's okay. Victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. I won't blame him."
Shen Yan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. Zhong Chu stood up and looked at Zhu Hong beside him.
The latter's eyes kept dodging, and it was obvious that he had no confidence at all.
"Don't worry, just use your normal strength, and don't worry about him being Zhong Chuyi." Zhong Chu lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, seeing through Zhu Hong's worries at a glance, "Based on your strength, you may be slightly inferior to him.
However, his experience in fighting competitions is far inferior to yours, so seize this opportunity and capture him."
Zhong Chu reached out and patted his shoulder, as if I was supporting you.
Zhu Hong had no choice but to nod vigorously and salute slightly: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhong, I will do my best."
Try his best? As for the result, he really didn't dare to think too much about it.
Zhong Chuyi is stronger than him in all aspects. He is not an ordinary playboy. Although he looks extremely arrogant, it seems that he has the capital to be arrogant.
Zhong Chu waved his hand. He knew very well in his heart that it would be difficult for Zhu Hong to defeat Zhong Chu Yi.
So I could no longer put my hope on him. I looked at Xie Jinfa, who was walking over with a depressed look on his face, and snorted lightly.
Zhu Hong came on the stage, and Zhong Chu also stood up. Without acknowledging Xie Jinfa, who wanted to apologize, he slowly walked towards Xu Rong.
Xu Rong faced off against Mu Qingxue. Mu Qingxue should not be as strong as Lin Feifan, but Xu Rong defeated Lin Feifan, so Xu Rong did not have no chance.
Sure enough, after Zhu Hong came to power and faced Zhong Chuyi, before the round was over, two attack points were lost.
Although Zhong Chu had no hope, it was heartbreaking to see a super attacker with a record of 26 wins, 3 draws and 1 loss in ten league games being beaten like this.
He tried not to look at it, but the loud cheers from the audience beside him penetrated into his ears like no one.
He could only pretend that he didn't see the scene above.
"Xu Rong" Zhong Chu looked at Xu Rong who had a calm face and said calmly, "If you can defeat Mu Qingxue, I may be able to give you what you want."
Xu Rong frowned slightly: "Really?"
"Of course it's true!" Zhong Chu put his hands behind his back, "The premise is that you can defeat Mu Qingxue."
Xu Rong nodded, hugged his arms with both hands, stared at Zhong Chuyi and Zhu Hong who were fighting on the stage, and frowned slightly: "Zhu Hong is going to lose."
Zhong Chu didn't even look at it. He lowered his head and sneered, "It's as expected."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang, and Zhu Hong's fat body stumbled down from the competition stage.
"Plop!" The sound of the fat hitting the ground is quite scary.
This was followed by Zhu Hong's scream. He was not injured, but his butt almost broke into two pieces when he hit the floor.
What's even worse is that he was knocked out of office.
You must know that he has participated in several leagues, played more than 70 games in total, and has never been knocked off the stage.
So after the fall, he lay directly on the ground, staring at the dome of the auditorium, not wanting to move for a moment, breathing heavily. This was the first time in his life that he was knocked off the stage.
He could hear the arrogant screams and cheers from Nanda students, but these were not for him, so it seemed harsh. He had failed, and he had failed so miserably.
"Six minutes and fourteen seconds." Zhong Chu tilted his lips, with a sneer on his face, "I thought he could survive ten minutes."
"Xu Rong, it's up to you." Zhong Chu slowly walked back to his position. It was already 0:2, and they were all knocked off the stage, so his steps seemed very heavy. Although everything was
As he expected.
Xu Rong didn't say anything over there, he just glanced at the competition platform above and slowly walked up from the side.
Mu Qingxue didn't want to waste time, so she pointed on her toes and lifted her body up into the air. Her hot and delicate body made a circle in mid-air and landed gracefully on the competition stage.
Both of them were the kind of people who wouldn't say a word for a long time, so there was no unnecessary communication. The referee signaled the game to start.
Xu Rong glanced at Mu Qingxue and bowed slightly.
Then he started a strange posture.
"The Hidden Sect" Mu Qingxue looked at Xu Rong, her beautiful eyes slightly frowned, and she said calmly, "I didn't expect to see people from the Hidden Sect on this competition stage."
Xu Rong, who was opposite him, swayed slightly when he heard the words, but then regained his composure: "Sister Mu is indeed well-informed, and she actually knows about our hidden sect."
"Your starting move is the ghost hand. It would be difficult for me to guess correctly." Mu Qingxue stared at Xu Rong and smiled slightly, "However, your move is of no use to me. If I were
You will give up this attack method, because I have been exposed to the secret techniques of the Yin Sect since I was ten years old."
"Don't try to lie to me." Xu Rong said calmly.
"Then come." Mu Qingxue responded indifferently. Then, she stopped saying hello and quickly rushed towards Xu Rong. Her jade palms flew around in the air and attacked Xu Rong like lightning.
Xu Rong's eyes were slightly cold. It seemed that Mu Qingxue had not lied to her, because she also saw that the trick Mu Qingxue used was the Yin Sect's Luan Xue Wu. This was a green-level martial skill, and it was just able to be restrained.
They are hiding in the hands of the ghost king.
She frowned. Mu Qingxue's cultivation level was above yellow level, so she could use green level martial arts. However, this martial skill consumes energy. How long can she use it continuously?
As soon as her thoughts changed, she didn't care much anymore, and abruptly withdrew the Ghost King's hand, and forced to use other martial arts to deal with Mu Qingxue.
Although she is not afraid of losing, she cannot do such a thing as feeding someone into a tiger's mouth by herself.
With just such a change, she was immediately at a disadvantage.
Mu Qingxue's cultivation level was already much higher than hers, and she now had the upper hand. Although Xu Rong used ghost dance steps to dodge around, after two minutes passed, Xu Rong received two blows, and by the fourth
Within minutes, Xu Rong had already captured four attack points.
But she failed to attack any of Mu Qingxue's attack points.
Due to the gap in cultivation and the missed opportunity, Xu Rong's defeat was certain.
As the fifth minute passed, her disadvantage became more and more obvious, and her actions were only defensive without any attack.
"You lied to me!" Xu Rong suddenly woke up.
She suddenly thought that even if Mu Qingxue mastered the martial arts of Luan Xuewu, with her cultivation level, she would not be able to use Luan Xuewu's true power. That is to say, she was just a flower stand and could never threaten her Ghost King.
hand.
Mu Qingxue first pointed out that she was using the Ghost King's Hand, and then pretended to use Luan Xuewu. These two echoing traps tempted her to give up using the Ghost King's Hand.
In this way, he just fell into Mu Qingxue's trap.
"It's too late!" Mu Qingxue's beautiful eyes froze slightly, and then a violent air flow rushed towards Xu Rong. As Xu Rong retreated, Mu Qingxue flipped in the air, raised her hands, and pounced on her like an eagle.
"Thousand-pound trip!"
Xu Rong felt that it was suddenly difficult to move his body.
Just as she was about to accumulate energy to break through this invisible restraint, Mu Qingxue's body rushed towards her and hit her on the back with a palm.
"Boom!" Xu Rong turned over in the air and spun six or seven times in mid-air, trying to stay in the competition ring.
But Mu Qingxue didn't give her a chance at all. Before she could fall completely, Mu Qingxue rushed over again and kicked her in succession.
"Bang bang bang!" Xu Rong was kicked continuously.
Immediately, he was pushed by a huge force and was pushed out of the competition ring.
Although she was not injured or anything, and her falling posture was far more graceful than the two before them, a defeat was a defeat.
She turned her head and stared at Mu Qingxue on the stage, with a hint of unwillingness in her eyes.
"You want me to win without using force, right?" Mu Qingxue said calmly, "With your cultivation and some weird martial arts skills of the Yin Sect, it is indeed not that easy for me to defeat you, but you want to defeat me.
There is no possibility, your defeat will only happen sooner or later, I just helped you advance the outcome."
Hearing this, Xu Rong closed his eyes and thought, then stood up holding the wall for a moment: "You are right, I am not your opponent."
Then he slowly walked towards his resting place, without even looking at Zhong Chu, he found a stool in the corner and sat down slowly.
The cheers like a tsunami sounded again, like a slap in the face, hitting Zhong Chu hard in the face.
0:3, this is the worst start that the YSU team has had in the past five years, whether it is a friendly match or a formal match, whether it is a substitute or a starting player.
Ning Yi was angry, completely angry. If Ning Yi wanted to defeat them 5:0, he had already achieved half of it. The rest was a duel between himself and him, and then there was the team competition.
Even if I win the next two games, I can only end up with a tie.
In last year's league, only the YSU team visited Songjiang University and was tied with the other team without a full roster.
Zhong Chu suddenly regretted agreeing to compete with Ning Yi.
But there is no regret medicine in the world.
The game is not over yet, no matter how humiliating it is, he still has to endure it.
No, he can turn this anger into the most violent force. He wants Ning Yi, the bastard, to taste the most painful taste.
He didn't believe it, this guy could beat him!
He pointed his toes and quickly raised his body, and then, the bright yellow fighting spirit was like a blooming halo, holding his body up slowly.
Only his gorgeous appearance can match his status as league vp.
Landing smoothly, the expected thunderous applause and cheers did not appear. Looking towards the opposite side, he found that Ning Yi was standing opposite him at some point. r1152
