Mu Junyan stood in the center of the ring and cupped her hands to the guests who came around her, her hearty voice covering the whole place.
"Today is the day of competition between our Mu family. Thank you all for taking the time to come and support me. Everyone here is a close friend of my Mu family. I won't say any more nonsense. I'd like to invite you to sign up for the lottery."
After saying that, Mu Junyan gestured to the outside of the venue. Several young tribesmen on the edge of the martial arts arena immediately ran out to sing. As footsteps sounded, an elder held a huge bucket of lottery tickets and stepped towards Mu Junyan.
Come step by step.
The huge bucket of lottery tickets made a jingling sound as the elder walked, which showed that there were quite a few lotteries inside. As the bucket of lottery tickets fell, a cloud of dust rose up on the ground.
"Come to the door, little ones who want to participate in the clan competition! Press the bamboo sticks you drew to determine the corresponding opponent! The winner will stand behind me!"
As Mu Junyan finished speaking, young men from different places on the martial arts field leaned towards the bamboo tube, each taking a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube. As the last person took the bamboo stick and stood behind Mu Junyan
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Mu Junyan's voice sounded throughout the martial arts arena again:
"Behind me are 4 arenas. From left to right are arenas 1-4. Look at the numbers in your hands. The first number is your arena number, and the second number is your appearance number. 1-1
We’re just playing against picks No. 1-2, do you understand?”
The Mu family members standing behind Mu Junyan replied in unison.
"Understood!" The voice was deafening.
Mu Chensheng glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand, which had "League 2-No. 2" written on it in red ink. Without hesitation, he walked directly to the second arena. A pigeon swung back and tapped lightly on the edge of the arena.
Taking advantage of his strength, his very cool posture in the field also attracted a lot of whispers from the women in the clan.
Soon a thin young man stood out from the crowd. His face was full of entanglement and reluctance, but he still walked to the stage resolutely and jumped up.
Mu Chensheng frowned: "Mu Nian, you are only sixteen this year, so why are you just here to join in the fun?"
Mu Nian's face turned red and she whispered against Mu Chensheng.
"Brother Chensheng, isn't he only eighteen? Besides, brother Chensheng, you've only just practiced artistic conception. Why should you look down on me! My sister said that I am invincible at the age of sixteen! I don't know who will lose and who will win!!
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Before Mu Nian could finish speaking, a clan girl who was similar in age to Mu Chensheng in the audience softly shouted to Mu Chensheng.
"Brother Chensheng, please be gentle later, Mu Nian is still young and cannot withstand a beating!"
"Sister..." Mu thought reluctantly, so he stepped forward to exchange a few words with the girl.
The referee couldn't stand it anymore and quickly pulled the boy back to the court. He looked at Mu Chensheng awkwardly and lowered his tone slightly.
"Take it easy?"
"Dad!!" Mu Nian looked helplessly at the referee.
The corner of Mu Chensheng's mouth twitched, and he nodded slightly to look at Mu Nian and said helplessly.
"Don't worry, I will be gentle."
Seeing this, the referee waved his hands, stood back as the white cloth fell, and shouted: "Second round, first round: Mu Chensheng vs. Mu Nian"
As the shouts fell, Mu Nian shot continuously with his hands on his trouser legs. Several steel joints quickly assembled in the air and a spear appeared in Mu Nian's hand. The momentum of Lian Yi Jing also dissipated, and the steel spear was pointed directly at Mu Chensheng.
"Brother Chensheng, I have been practicing artistic conception for a year, please give me your advice!"
Looking at the young man from years ago, Mu Chensheng felt a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. Mu Nian thought that the appearance of this newborn calf, who was not afraid of tigers, still resembled his own appearance in the past.
Smiling softly, he placed his left hand behind his back and extended his right hand forward to signal Mu Nian to attack.
But Mu Nian seemed to have been humiliated. He shook his spear and walked away with the spear. His whole body was like an eagle piercing Mu Chensheng.
"Brother Chensheng, you can't defeat me without weapons!"
Seeing the angry look on Mu Nian's face, the smile on Mu Chensheng's lips became more and more obvious. When the spear came to him, Mu Chensheng took a step to the right gently, passed by the spear, and pulled with his right hand again, his shoulders smooth.
Another force came from the direction the gun came from.
"It depends on your ability to let me use the weapon! Shoulder collision!"
Mu Nian was hit by this blow and retreated repeatedly before he could make a move. However, Mu Chensheng did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Instead, he signaled Mu Nian to continue the attack just like in the beginning.
At this time, Mu Nian also knew that there was a big difference between the two. He adjusted his breathing, held a gun flower in his spear and charged up, and walked step by step to the place two feet in front of Mu Chensheng.
He exhaled his energy, bowed his hands, and looked at Mu Chensheng with his eyes shining brightly.
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"Please advise!"
Mu Chensheng laughed out loud, with a youthful and frivolous freehand and arrogance in his laughter.
"Come"
Mu Nian's eyes lit up and he yelled: "It's raining pear blossoms!"
As the words fell, the spear in Mu Nian's hand suddenly shot out in the air. The shadow of the spear struck Mu Chensheng both up and down. After charging, the spear made a crackling sound in the air, causing a burst of screams from the surrounding area.
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But Mu Chensheng didn't panic at all. He stepped in vain, followed the direction of the gun and came first. He pressed the gun with his right foot, then raised the gun to let the gun escape from Mu Nian's hand. He pulled it with his right hand.
The spear fell into Mu Chensheng's hands, and after a dance of spears and flowers, the spear was placed in Mu Nian's hands.
"good!"
There was thunderous applause from the audience, and many female disciples of the family expressed their admiration, including Mu Nian's sister.
But only a few people discovered that from beginning to end, Mu Chensheng's footsteps never moved at all.
Several elders and Mu Junyan in the stands in the distance couldn't help but marvel.
This is a living teaching situation. Mu Chensheng seems to be avoiding at will, but he just misses the spear. If he misses one point, he will be hit. To achieve such a perfect moment, he has to pass someone.
The courage in his eyes, and the seemingly random thing is to hit the point of impact of the spear directly, so that Mu Nian can handle the spear so casually, but in such a situation, it is usually only possible to achieve this after crossing several realms.
suppress.
Since the exercises that Mu Chensheng practiced naturally had the effect of suppressing his state, none of the elders noticed that Mu Chensheng was in a desperate situation at this moment.
"I give up." Mu Nian also surrendered at this moment.
"Mu Chen Sheng wins." As the referee announced the result, there was another round of applause around the 2nd round. However, since Mu Nian was the one practicing the artistic conception, no one except a few elders and clan leaders paid much attention to it.
In response to the adoring looks from the audience, Mu Chensheng just smiled softly and looked towards other arenas, where he happened to see Mu Cun who had also entered the arena victorious.
The two people's eyes collided in the air and sparked a spark. Mucun smiled coldly, stretched out his right thumb and slashed his throat hard, making a throat-slitting motion.
Mu Chensheng smiled, spat lightly, and jumped down from the ring with a slight tap.