In the preliminary stage of this competition, the Wushu clubs of universities all over the world held team competitions and home and away games, but the individual competitions were simply drawn lots. However, it is also useless to go to Hangzhou to play games-a Jinling University and a Modu University went to Hangzhou University to play games … when I really want to scold "Mom!"
Chapter one hundred and thirty-two Title
Good travel school is a package and you don’t need a white wave to be your own god-someone in the Wushu club is responsible for all kinds of external booking tickets and arranging accommodation. When you ask if you want to accompany people, you are rejected by White Wave. "It’s not like a primary school student is stuck with this special registration chip. No problem!" This trip to Hangzhou is just one day. If it weren’t for the league inspection in advance, Whitewater would have prepared to go in the afternoon and then come back after the game.
The day before, there will be league tournament personnel to check both sides of the game, and they are afraid to take medicine-no matter what the solution is, there are some drugs that can improve various abilities in this world, but they can do a lot of harm to the body, and these injuries can only be ruled out if they are pure and powerful-but at that time, these drugs are meaningless.
Whitewater is so ready to take the high-speed train to Hangzhou Real School. It is to refuse such a master to travel alone-these are all human weapons. In case of trouble, the school is really very difficult. It is best to have peers who can report their movements. However, there are quite a few eccentrics in martial arts. Whitewater said that it is better not to follow others. Forget it, let’s focus on the team competition.
Who makes the individual competition truly famous is "so-and-so" or at least "so-and-so"? Very few people go to the "so-and-so university" university league to get wild cards in the individual competition, but there are many students in the name.
Once again, I set foot on the land of Hangzhou, past lives. I am afraid that I have not been to Hangzhou for more than 40 years, and I am not in a hurry to go to the hotel or report to the league. Instead, I walked along the West Lake to find a long memory … Whitewater walked alone by the West Lake. At this time, it was drizzling and misty, and the West Lake was very beautiful.
Whitewater image of the West Lake is "out of place"-it is really so heroic, and Hu has grown a little bit. It really looks very powerful. Generally, the West Lake doesn’t match-it is a match between a teenager and a beautiful woman. At this time, Whitewater’s face has disappeared at the age of 19 and the man who is about to enter the tail of youth has appeared.
At that time, the temperament of whitewater was not so "cruel" and it became as if it had disappeared from the crowd-however, where would a smart man disappear from the crowd so easily … Also swimming in the West Lake in the rain, men, women and children spontaneously isolated themselves from whitewater, but they didn’t want to get close to this fierce-looking man, Bai Shaobao, who was now afraid because of his clothes and temperament …
Ordinary T-shirts and jeans form a look and feel like a wanted man. If they were changed into official robes, everyone would still stay away from him, but if they were changed into official robes, it would be a grand atmosphere of killing a large number of people. It would be a confidant of the court
Whitewater is a little absent. I’ve been busy practicing martial arts to save my life these years. It’s a little sentimental. I haven’t had memories for a long time. I walked around the West Lake for half a circle and visited the ruins of Leifeng Pagoda. Whitewater finally cleared up my mood and returned to the state of mind of Bai Shaobao again. "It’s time to report and then go to check and have a good sleep! The day is over! "
It is impossible for this kind of drugs to take immediate effect. How much does it take to protect the body? The first 12 to 24 hours is the best, or at least the first hour. The drug base that really takes effect will be half-wasted in the past, and maybe it will be wasted. When you eat it, it will just be a game. It is purely a mystery that the league staff took a urine sample and left. There is nothing to do with mobile phones in the Whitewater Hotel, and then you will rest after the meeting.
As usual, I got up early the next day and learned the first ray of sunshine. Then I didn’t practice boxing, but went directly to Hangzhou University, where I practiced boxing. I came to Hangzhou University to practice boxing on the chip card. This venue is not in Hangzhou Wushu Club, but in the open-air ring by the West Lake. There is a pavilion that extends into the water across the water for about 20 meters. This is the best box to watch …
The challenge ring is a square with a side length of about 30 meters, which is slightly higher than the ground. The ground is paved with pieces of one-meter square bluestone slabs-but whitewater has seen it in cement camouflage … and whitewater stamped its feet. From the feedback of strength and sound, it is "reinforced concrete precast slabs are used as the challenge ring, but even this thickness is 10 cm, it is enough."
Can whitewater break rammed earth with one punch and one claw, or can a brick wall be driven in and caught half an arm deep but face reinforced concrete? Breaking the surface layer may even break this 10 cm, but should you pierce it as if it were through the soil? It’s hard. It’s very hard …
Sometimes Whitewater also wonders whether people in different worlds have different physical qualities and the material strength of the world is different. This is very likely … Maybe he will create a pair of alloy "magic weapons" here, and it will also become magic weapons in his own world? Thought of here, Whitewater really wants to try-thanks to the fighters, the restrictions on controlling knives and cold weapons in this world are not strict, especially for registered fighters.
Ma Cangfeng, a junior in Jinling, has also arrived in Wudang. He doesn’t look like a "fake college student". He also wears a hero in advance, not a big robe and sleeves. It’s almost like seeing a sword in his hand in a white-water martial arts drama. It’s the most typical literati sword with a length of about three feet and three points. It’s like an ingot hilt and a beautiful spike.
Bai Lang went to the locker room and changed his way to show his strong arms and muscles. He put on the wrist guard-the referee will check whether hidden weapons is hidden or poisoned, and it doesn’t matter if there is any machine or what material it is, but it is necessary to check whether it is not allowed to wear stab-resistant clothes or simply wear soft armor or armor, but this way, the players can’t go to the end.
The opposite Ma Cangfeng was also inspected by the referee. He also inspected the weapons in his clothes-so that the game is allowed to be inspected by casualty indicators, that is, whether the weapons are poisoned or not.
Soon, both of them were inspected, and the referee indicated that they could appear on the stage. The surrounding area of the ring had already been surrounded by students and people from the society, and the official members of the Wushu Club, the school leaders of the really powerful and wealthy people, had already watched in the box in the Shuige.
Chapter one hundred and thirty-three The first victory
Both of them have already entered the ring, and the referee is also a martial arts expert. He looked around at the two players and nodded. Then he stepped back. Whitewater was about three meters away from Ma Cangfeng. Whitewater stared at the man in front of him and assessed his martial arts strength-but there was nothing that Whitewater denied that there would be any threat. "Competition!" With the referee’s order, a little cold mountain has arrived.
"This sword is so fast!" White waves raise their hands with a start, which is just as fast as a cat’s paw slapping, but Ma Cangfeng’s sword collection speed is faster, leaving a ghosting light. The Wudang swordsman has collected his sword and then stabbed it again in a different position. "Isn’t Wudang swordsmanship supposed to be weak and impenetrable? Or what is the connection between yin and yang to exhaust this fierce fencing? "
Whitewater twitched a cheek, turned his hands into paws, and grabbed the martial arts by himself. I wanted to grab this man’s sword first, and besides, wu-tang clan didn’t know when he actually had such a flying skill-but Whitewater didn’t seem to have seen Wudang martial arts in any life … Didn’t it just come from martial arts novels? Who said that wu-tang clan has a straight ladder?
Real Wudang Softness is more able to follow the potential flow like the wind to form such lightness skill. White waves caught it for a few times, but they couldn’t catch this sword. "Every move is rooted in the wishful rotation of Wudang Yin and Yang." White waves thought that at this time, the two fighters have passed more than ten moves and haven’t touched each other once, so they can perceive each other’s possible changes with a sixth sense.
"In terms of tricks, the head of Huashan was not as good as before, but this one can’t be compared with the sword!" Whitewater also lamented the changes of the times, and the subtle evolution of fencing was indeed better than before.
Watching the audience is a tsunami-the world’s ring fighting can never be as quiet as listening to classical music, but the louder the better. The so-called fighters’ ring fighting is not just like a theater for the audience. The beauty of human power fighting has always been the same since ancient times. People are all in the Shuige. Their comments on watching the war are very reasonable, such as judging the current situation of both sides
"Now it seems that this white wave dominates the wind," said a middle-aged man with a heavy charm. Others also nodded. "Strong and vigorous, that wu-tang clan small root can’t attack … this person is practicing kung fu horizontally." At this time, a woman giggled that this is a pretty big sister. "White wave … hahaha, white wave is the same name as that big white one. Is it difficult to practice the golden bell with the same door? Ha ha ha ha ha "
At this time, Whitewater has sneered at a decision not to delay and simply attacked him. His body sank slightly as if it had shrunk into a ball. An instant is when his body grew up and brought up a faint roar of tigers in the blood shed wind. The fighters were all looking at a change of "Pictographic Boxing! Tiger-shaped, is this already entering the room? " "More than that!"
On the other three sides, the onlookers leaned back in succession, and the audience in front of them simply rolled back-if it weren’t for maintaining order, the police would have arranged in advance that there would have been an incident of people stepping on people. When the white waves rushed forward, the wind directly suppressed Ma Cangfeng, and his opponent in front of wu-tang clan’s flying skill actually borrowed the wind. It was like a tiger, and a huge tiger filled the whole field of vision.
Ma Cangfeng is also a sword with a change of sword style, a round sword with light and a condensed sword before, and suddenly it is like the West Lake in the rain, and the round waves overflow out and completely envelop himself. This is Ma Cangfeng’s guarding Wudang swordsmanship.
Whitewater, with its red claws, looked at this sword lake like a sword stretching and tearing.
Ma Cangfeng sword style was scattered immediately. The original circle sword style was broken. shuriken had been caught by Whitewater. The sharp blade root could not cut the palm of Whitewater. Instead, this sword was firmly buckled by Whitewater fingers. Ma Cangfeng looked at Whitewater’s face and the Hu La Za face showed a smirk. "Practice Kung Fu horizontally? ！” Ma Cangfeng came to say this sentence, and a strong boom came to his roots and he couldn’t hold shuriken …
The pain in the palm of your hand should be that the hilt of the sword directly and vigorously worn out his palm, and his chest and abdomen were like being hit by a sledgehammer, throwing him high and directly into the water outside the ring. "It’s okay, it’s not just that he will be a little bruised at most. This strength is mainly to throw him out of the ring." Whitewater said, appease a referee, and he was finally thrown to the ground by Whitewater. He looked at Ma Cangfeng, who stuck his head out of the West Lake and cracked his mouth, and laughed hey.
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