Chapter 265: Martial arts competition

Qin Zhan never knew that his emotional ups and downs could be so ups and downs. In front of this cold teenager, the calm and self-control of those ministry-teams who have trained for many years, the emotional adjustment is just like a complete failure, because of her small movements And disappointed, because of her words cloudy and sunny.
Colonel Qin has been unable to regulate this kind of high-cold personnel, and even enjoyed it.
Without evading Qin Zhan, Song Ye talked to Wu Xinxin about the deal, and he was ready to confess to the other party.
"The Qi family is Qin Feng's chess piece. This duel was deliberately provoked by you in order to force you to come forward to solve it. In this case, why can't you imitate his approach? In this game, I will act as your chess piece and win this duel The victory of Qi ’s family was eliminated. And Yaowangtang's foothold in Beijing also requires a strong identity on the surface.
This is a two-pronged strategy, of course, provided she can win the duel.
Qin Zhan doesn't care about winning or losing. What he wants is Song Ye's integrity.
"Doesn't Big Brother trust my ability?" Song Ye glanced at him and regarded the other person's concerns as a question of winning or losing.
This impenetrable speculation made Qin Zhan helplessly sigh and released his finger holding the microphone, which already meant compromise.
The teenager's lip cornered, knowing that Qin Zhan was easy to soften her, just pinch this, and then went on to negotiate again.
Wu Xinxin, the little Nizi, has so many hearts that she can't fight Song Ye, an insatiable wolf, and the two sides are deadlocked. In the end, Wu Xinxin can only relax.
"Well, I will tell my dad about the inheritance of the Wuguan, but I will have Qin Zhan in the game just in case."
In this regard, Song Ye has no objection, and even if the other party does not mention the request, Qin Zhan is expected to follow him.
The time for the game was quickly settled, during which Wu Yi personally called and talked with Song Ye.
Song Ye wants to inherit the right, Wu Yi has no opinion, because when he was on the train, he already intended to accept Song Ye as a disciple. If he performed well, the right of inheritance would not be a problem.
What he was puzzled about was that Song Ye had never been a teacher on the train before. Why did he suddenly change his mind now?
"The reason is very simple. The Wujia Wuguan is very useful, and I have the ability to regain the prestige." Song Ye ’s answer was not even a bit of euphemism. This is a transaction that is placed on the negotiation table. At a glance, no one owes anyone.
I heard that Wu Yi was silent for a while, and then laughed loudly, "Haha, good boy, courageous, Xinxin's girl is wrong. You are more chivalrous than Qin Zhan."
Chivalrous, eclectic and magnificent.
Wu Yi has always believed that he did not read the wrong person.
In just two days, the news of the two martial arts battles inside and outside the capital spread widely. More relevant sponsors used advertisements to build a platform on the central square for the two martial arts museums, imitating the ancient hiccups. In the style of the contestants, the contestants all wore official designated martial arts costumes. In order to earn the attention of the audience, all kinds of antique props are available.
Under the hype of the news media, when the two players entered the day, the central square was already blocked and leaked.
Under the bright sun, there are no clouds, and the rare good weather in Beijing, as the two men arrived, the dry air was immediately lit, and the supporters of each martial art hall shouted the winner in their hearts. Through the entire square.
"The King of the Qi Family will win and deserves its name!"
"Wu Jiatiandao is home, and invincible!"
The fans of these boxing halls are also fierce-blooded, with a powerful style of rivers and lakes, even shouting slogans with a strong ancient style.
When the disciples of the Wu family entered the field, they uniformed in black cloth, short pants, black belts, and black shoes. When they appeared, they screamed at the scene.
Because most of the martial arts are men, coupled with the martial art qigong's focus on spiritual cultivation, men meditate and practice meditation all year round, it seems that there is a sense of dust, coupled with the strong and sturdy posture of martial arts, along the way, immediately fascinated female fans Not moving.
"Wow, handsome is dead. The disciples of Wujia Wuguan are really handsome."
"Uh-huh, I must sign up for the Wujia Wuguan and study martial arts with the handsome guy. It doesn't matter how hard it is."
"Yes, the Wujia Wuguan must win. We will all sign up if we win."
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Numerous screams and screams stimulated the minds of countless girls approaching handsome guys in the name of Xuewu.
Suddenly, the crowd snorted, "Who is that?"
The crowd looked around and saw a silver light dazzling through the eyes, and then they saw a tall and straight boy in a black suit postponed the scene, landed at the end of the crowd, his hands in his pockets, and his behavior was cold and gloomy. Goodbye, that face was covered with half an antique silver mask. Those masked eyes were calm and dreadfully cold, matched with the shattered hair, indescribably handsome and cold.
No one knew the boy who appeared suddenly, and was more curious about the delicate face hidden under the mask.
Compared to the grand scene of Wujia Wuguan, which is like a crazy fan picking up, when the Qi family players entered the scene, the scene was much more violent and rude.
The energy-loving Qi family practiced foreign kung fu. All the players were muscle men who developed horizontally. The youth hormones were too vigorous, and many of them were full of pimples.
And the supporters around them were mostly five big and three thick rough men. They had over-trained muscles and increased their anger. When they came up, they were shouting and killing like black society.
In contrast, even the cameraman on the stage was smart enough to point the lens more at the Wujia Wuguan.
Until the players from both sides came on, the host talents also wearing knight costumes changed the topic, and the curator of the martial arts on both sides was welcome to follow up.
Then, in the back-up of both sides, the scene set off another high tide.
Song Ye looked up, half of the silver mask on her face refracted the dazzling light, and looked straight at a man in a black suit in the back crowd. The two eyes met in the air, and she raised her lips slightly, confidently. No one can beat it.
Where I am, without your chance to play, my great brother.
When Qi Wei came on the stage, he almost recognized Song Ye. His eyes passed directly over the disciples of martial arts in front of him, and he fell on the face of the last Qingjun boy, with his lips slipping away. Are you also afraid of losing sight of someone? "
The martial arts competition, since it is rough, naturally does not restrain too much etiquette, it is also common to provoke each other before starting.
Qi Wei hated the brothers Qin Zhan and Song Ye so much that Song Ye couldn't beat him, so wearing a mask was afraid of shame.