Chapter 400: Unexpected [first]

Chapter 400 is unexpected [first]
"I will play first!"
As a player of the Taekwondo Association stood in the ring, Han Zhenfeng suddenly stood up and walked to the ring, standing opposite the player of the Taekwondo Association.
Han Zhenfeng’s move made people who are familiar with the two associations surprised.
Just as soon as he came up, Han Zhenfeng’s martial arts association was on the scene. Didn’t he know that if he consumed a bit of physical strength in the front and wanted to play the second game, it would be difficult, especially once he was on the back of the Taekwondo Association. The main player, Wang Lei, or the president, Lu Weixin, has almost no winning percentage.
Is he stupid?
Why do you have to do this? !
The Ji Feng and Zhang Lei under the stage were slightly nodding. The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time: "Gao Ming!"
Obviously, Han Zhenfeng has no confidence in winning, and even he is ready to fail. However, before the failure, even if there is a glimmer of hope, he will make the last stroke. The order of this appearance is the best explanation for his hard work.
The other party will certainly not be the first to appear in the Han Zhen Summit. Then, with his strength, the first game can almost be said to be a steady win. Moreover, because the first game is just the beginning, he can even take the other’s When a player is sparring and warming up, this may not be the case.
In the second game, regardless of who the other party is, Han Zhenfeng is in the best state. If Wang Lei or Lv Weixin comes on stage, Han Zhenfeng can at least tie with the other side.
This way, it is one win and one level, to maintain two unbeaten.
If it is the second tie, then even if Han Zhenfeng loses in the third game, he also consumes the other's physical strength, plus the martial arts association has a mighty Du Shaofeng, when all the pressure can be passed on. I went to the Taekwondo Association.
At least, the martial arts association will not lose too ugly!
This is the last stroke of Han Zhenfeng.
"Han Zhenfeng is still very smart!" Zhang Lei whispered. "I don't know, is there any preparation for the Taekwondo Association? For example, apart from the main Wang Lei and the president Lu Weixin, will there be other powerful masters? It’s as if the Wushu Association deliberately concealed Du Shaofeng’s skills...

Ji Feng smiled and said: "No matter whether the Taekwondo Association has a backhand or not, Han Zhenfeng is so smart."
Zhang Lei looked at Wang Lei, who was slightly horrified, and then looked at some of his grievances. He couldn’t help but scratch his head and swear, "I personally, I hope the Taekwondo Association will be defeated, although I know this is impossible!"
Ji Feng was dumbfounded.
Han Zhenfeng’s move is obviously beyond the expectations of the Taekwondo Association. Lv Weixin and Wang Lei’s faces can’t help but be a bit surprised. In the past, the Taekwondo Association and the Wushu Association have studied many times. Almost every time, Han Zhenfeng and Lu Weixin are their own. One side is pressed.
But this time it was different. Han Zhenfeng took the initiative to take the first game.
The first player on the side of the Taekwondo Association is a glimpse. His face can’t help but be eccentric. He said:
You is not in the last appearance, how come now? You are not bullying. people?"
Although I was unwilling and fearful in my heart, after standing in the ring, he naturally couldn’t retreat. He suddenly had a head and his neck was hard: "Han President, please!"
Han Zhenfeng nodded slightly and said: "Please!"
Ji Feng looked dumbfounded, how to do it with the ancient masters, there are so many etiquette?
In his heart, there is nothing to pay attention to such concepts as grace when fighting, because from the beginning, Ji Feng learned that if the goal is achieved, the agent is most proficient in not fighting, but stealth, assassination, etc. A means of preventing people from being overwhelmed.
Who has seen any special unions stupidly confronting others?
Can it be said that whoever wins has the right to do what he wants to do? And the one who lost, will you quit?
Both sides will obviously not be such a gentleman!
Just in the midst of Ji Feng’s thoughts, Han Zhenfeng and the other party in the ring stage have already handed in the hand, and Han Zhenfeng’s routine is not clear, because he knows the traditional Chinese martial arts. Deep, although I have been in contact with it before, it is only to better prove what I have learned.
However, Ji Feng can clearly see that the person is definitely not the opponent of Han Zhenfeng, and the two sides are too far apart.
Whether it is fighting consciousness or physical reaction, Han Zhenfeng far exceeds the other side, and from the perspective of personal strength, Han Zhenfeng also far exceeds him.
Sure enough, not to mention the season maple, in just three or four minutes, Ji Feng has already put the other party down twice, obviously the outcome has been fixed.
However, what is most interesting to Ji Feng is that the action played by the player of the Taekwondo Association is very beautiful.
The lame leg is very flexible, although it is not lethal, it is also worth learning.
There are also kicks, which are also very fast and flexible, so that the season maple looks really bright.
"I don't know Chinese martial arts. The martial arts that specializes in practicing the legs will be more flexible than Taekwondo. If you can learn from each other's strengths, it is also a good way..." Ji Feng secretly stunned.
After another two or three minutes, I only heard a plop on the stage. The player was thrown out by Han Zhenfeng and fell out of the ring. It was a complete defeat...
However, although the people of the Taekwondo Association lost, but their faces did not show any frustration, and the martial arts associations, the faces of several people are somewhat dignified.
"They won, how are they still not happy?" Ji Feng asked in a low voice.
Ji Feng was slightly indulged for a moment before he said: "I don't know, maybe... Han Zhenfeng consumed a lot in this first battle..."
Hey, he suddenly felt a move, the strength of the Taekwondo player is not too weak!
Ji Feng seems to understand what, a slight smile, the heart of the dark, this time, the martial arts association is in trouble.
And Zhang Lei seems to think of something, he can not help but widen his eyes: "I said crazy, you should not want to say that the Taekwondo Association has long known that Han Zhenfeng will be the first to play, so deliberately arranged a strength and Not bad, to consume his strength?"
Everyone knows that fighting is a physical activity. Even if it only lasts for a minute or two, the physical exertion is extremely serious, because in those one or two minutes, the concentration is highly concentrated and the nerves are tight. People are nervous.
Han Zhenfeng is still a great student. He is still a student. After all, he is not a martial arts master who has been fabricated in movies or novels. He naturally consumes physical strength instead of just pre-breaking, just warming up!
Ji Feng is undecided: "If you look at it, you will know. If the second game is Wang Lei or Lu Weixin, it will prove that our guess is correct!"
Zhang Lei nodded slightly and stopped talking, but returned to the ring.
After the first game, there was a minute of rest in the middle. This is because everyone is still a student. No one dares to say that one is playing a few. If it is to deal with ordinary students, but the other side is also practicing kungfu, this is different.
Soon, the second game began. This time, it was really that Wang Lei stood up first and came to the stage with a proud look.
"The king will be good! Good!" On the auditorium below the platform, there was a good voice. Most of these voices were sent by Taekwondo students, but no one could say anything wrong. Who made this home? ?
Wang Lei had a bright smile and waved his hand at the stage. It was like a star that was playing a concert.
"Mom! Real Sao!" Zhang Lei couldn't help but swear.
Ji Feng suddenly smiled.
"President, let me go!" Du Shaofeng said: "You take a break first."
Han Zhenfeng shook his head slightly and said: "No, I am resting now. I may not be able to win Lu Weixin at this time, so this time, I am still going to deal with Wang Lei, I should be able to be unbeaten!"
Although he consumed a lot in the first game, his own strength is higher than that of Wang Lei, so he is still very confident. Moreover, Du Shaofeng is the secret weapon to deal with Lu Weixin. If he is confronted with Wang Lei now, then Han Zhenfeng will not recover, and Du Shaofeng also consumes a lot of physical strength. Lu Weixin can swipe the other three alone!
Du Shaofeng hesitated a moment before he nodded slightly.
Han Zhenfeng stood up again: "Please!"
Wang Lei grinned: "Han Hui, I think after today, the Wushu Association has no place in the United University!"
Han Zhenfeng said: "It’s arrogant!"
Wang Lei smiled and didn't refute it. He just waved his hand and said, "Come on?"
A scornful gesture!
Han Zhenfeng did not anger, but tentative confrontation, and then searched for flaws. Now, he must fight and kill, in order to make up for the disadvantages of serious physical consumption.
However, the next moment, something that everyone expected was there.
In the past, Wang Zhenfeng had been fighting with Han Zhenfeng several times. In the end, Wang Lei, who ended in failure, suddenly became a mighty weapon. The two legs were like two dragons. The flexibility was almost out of the picture, and the attack was even more mighty.
According to the truth, this kind of quick showdown should be suitable for Han Zhenfeng. However, when Han Zhenfeng and Wang Lei are hard-hitting, they can't even touch the latter, and they are constantly being beaten back!
Huh!
Wang Lei slammed his three legs in a row, and Han Zhenfeng evaded the front legs in succession, but when he reached the third leg, he could not escape.
boom!
Wang Lei’s leg was squatting on the hands of Han Zhenfeng’s hands. Han Zhenfeng, who had been seriously exhausted by his physical strength, was suddenly dislocated by his hands!
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