Chapter Twelve Endless
His mother, I do n't understand. Forget it, I still watch the competition and love it. I did n't do it manually. What are you afraid of? Liu Fei, who couldn't figure it out, also calmed down, stopped thinking about it, and focused all his attention on the contest.
But when Liu Fei refocused his eyes on the contest stage, it was estimated that he had finished speaking, and the host who had previously stood on the stage had lost track of it, and replaced them with two people with opposite eyes. You can see the disdain for the other side in your eyes.
Is this contest started?
But who is this to whom?
It seems that because of the stunned time just now, Liu Fei does not know what kind of people the two sides of the contest are now?
"Fei brother, did you hear the host just now? It seems that this competition really came with some capable people? I have heard the names of several people on TV, the most famous of which are, This is Ye Long who is going to play next time. This is a famous master of Huaxia Fist. "
Just when Liu Fei was depressed, and I did n't know who was on the stage, Liu Fei did not know when to squeeze to his side, and said excitedly, "You know that Ye Long is a lot of foreign masters in the game? He is my idol. "
"Yelong?"
Liu Fei is also a stunner. He has also heard of Ye Long's name. He is a master of modern Chinese boxing. It seems that he studied under Shaolin and has rarely failed. He has not lost against foreign masters. I did not expect that he would come here to participate in the competition. It seems that this competition is really real. Fortunately, Zhang Ming's uncle sent himself to the scene. If he missed it, he would regret it. Let Liu Fei have a look.
"Who are these two people?"
Liu Fei pointed at the two fighting on the stage and asked.
"Isn't it? Didn't you listen to the host's introduction just now? It was Wudang Hongchen who wore the kimono, and Emei's hooded hood was a well-known person."
"Hongchen, aren't they? They are coming to compete?"
Liu Fei has also heard of the two, but he is not as famous as Ye Long.
Zhang Ming glanced at Liu Fei speechlessly and said, "I really don't know which beautiful woman you meet with, or else you are obsessed with martial arts, will this information be missed by you?"
Zhang Ming's casual words made Liu Fei a little embarrassed, and looked at the girl again. Fortunately, the girl was attracted by the competition on the stage at this time.
Hongchen's outstanding skills are on par with each other. After half an hour of competition, the old Hongchen is estimated to be because of his age, his body is a bit trembling, and his physical strength seems a bit unsupported. Because he is young, he still cannot see Tired.
It seems that the results should be divided out quickly. Liu Fei thought silently there, except that the difference between victory and defeat was not from his own hands, but from the physical side.
Sure enough, after a few strokes, Hongchen was defeated.
In the face of people with wide-open eyes, naturally, there will be no applause. Even Liu Fei, who was not optimistic about the competition, applauded vigorously, but then his palm strength weakened because he felt the previous vision. Shot again.
Beauty, is there such an endless stream? You have n't lost a piece of meat, and I have n't stole a sweaty hair, why do you have to chase it so hard?
In view of the anger that came from his previous apology, at this time Liu Fei still only pretended not to see it, and fixed his eyes on the stage again, so as not to wait and lose the wonderful scene.
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