Chapter 74 You can’t understand people, right?
Linjiang No. 1 has lost three games in a row!
Moreover, Miao Yi, the Thunder Blade who had high hopes from everyone, was defeated. Even though Miao Yi tried his best, he couldn't even make the opponent lose blood.
The gap is so huge that it's disappointing.
Xu Lan's distant eyebrows furrowed deeply at this moment. Such a result was really unexpected, which made her feel even more headache: 'How could Song Xin be able to practice Zhenqi Armor before her pores are closed? ’
Xu Lan was puzzled about this matter.
You must know that although Blue Star's professional martial arts masters have nine ranks, they are actually divided into three major ranks.
The first to third stages can turn the inner breath into martial arts energy, and the body muscle strength can withstand small-caliber bullets, which is the next three stages.
From the fourth to the sixth stage, the true energy protects the body on its own and resonates with each other in the cells to create a force field that can withstand rifle bullets. This is the middle third stage.
Levels 7 to 9: Divine thoughts communicate with heaven and earth, and true energy blends with nature. It can transfer the damage received and is strong enough to withstand anti-equipment weapons. This is the upper third level.
As for Zhenqi Armor, it is a life-saving magical skill that only martial arts masters with a career of level 4 or above are qualified to condense, and only a few geniuses can master it.
Song Xin doesn't even have true energy at the moment, so where can he get the true energy armor?
Xu Lan couldn't help but glance at Yuan Hao from the corner of her eyes. As for him, a famous martial arts master who had only become famous in Linjiang City in the past two years, she had thought that Yingjie had spent money to promote him. She didn't expect that he actually had a lot of talent. Divide your abilities.
At this time, Yuan Hao was sitting in the spectator seats with an expressionless face and his eyes as calm and calm as ever, as if Song Xin's victory was not worth boasting about.
"Weak, weak, weak, really too weak. Is there not even one person who can fight in the fighting center of No. 1 Middle School?"
Song Xin stood on the ring, his expression and tone extremely contemptuous.
Zheng Zigang in the audience immediately became angry and stood up angrily: "You have just defeated a few minions, and now you are showing off your power here, do you really think you are invincible? First defeat the most powerful one in the fighting center of our No. 1 Middle School. Let’s talk again!”
Song Xin looked confused when he heard this: "Who is the best in your first middle school now?"
"Of course it's Ye Qingzhou, is it me?"
Xu Lan also walked towards Ye Qingzhou at this time and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure? Our No. 1 Middle School can no longer lose, so you must not only win, but you must also win beautifully and save the face of our school."
If he loses again, Yingjie will have his pants taken off. How can he still call himself "the most prestigious school in Linjiang" in the future?
This is not just a false name, but also involves the allocation of education funding and the livelihood of many people.
Ye Qingzhou blinked: "Teacher Xu, to be honest, I really can't get excited about this kind of children's game of playing house."
Xu Lan was not surprised to see Ye Qingzhou being so helpless and unable to get up early.
She knew that talking to Ye Qingzhou about "bringing glory to the school" at this time was just playing tricks on others.
In desperation, Xu Lan had no choice but to lure her: "Recently, the school has applied for a batch of golden jujubes, which are very helpful for Yijin."
Hearing this, Ye Qingzhou immediately put on a dignified and serious expression: "Teacher Xu, don't worry, No. 1 Middle School is my alma mater, and it is our duty to bring glory to the school."
After saying that, Ye Qingzhou stood up, walked onto the ring, and did a few warm-up moves in front of Song Xin.
"Are you Ye Qingzhou?"
"It's me."
Ye Qingzhou put his hands on his hips, twisted his waist and hips, and moved his spine, his expression seemed careless.
Such behavior made Song Xin feel particularly unhappy.
He has always been the only one who despised others. When had he been so despised?
Glancing at the sword bag Ye Qingzhou left on his seat, Song Xin asked again: "Where is your sword? Forgot to take it?"
"No need."
Ye Qingzhou, who had finished his warm-up exercises, hooked his hand to the entire Yingjie Middle School representative team: "It's too troublesome to fight one by one. Come on together."
Wow~
Such arrogance immediately caused the entire audience to burst into uproar.
Everyone had expressions of disbelief, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.
"Damn it, Zhu Tou Ye, don't go crazy!"
"Is Ye Qingzhou so arrogant now?" "Is he going to challenge everyone on his own?"
On the ring, Song Xin looked at Ye Qingzhou with an expression as if he was looking at a fool: "Are you going to fight against six of our elites by yourself?"
Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. All I said was that the remaining twenty-one members of your team will come together. In this way, you may lose less ugly."
Song Xin smiled contemptuously: "Are you sure?"
Ye Qingzhou sighed: "It seems that you don't quite understand the human language, so I'll say it again in a language you can understand."
As soon as the words fell, Ye Qingzhou's figure disappeared instantly.
Song Xin took a breath and was about to put on a defensive posture, but before his body had time to react, his entire face was covered by Ye Qingzhou's hands.
First, his vision went dark, and then Song Xin felt like the world was spinning.
Next, he suffered a heavy blow to the back of his head, foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness.
Ye Qingzhou slowly stood up, and Song Xin's head had been pressed into the ground by him, "planted" on the ring like a seedling.
"Does this allow you to clearly see the difference between you and me?"
On the ring, Ye Qingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
Outside the ring, there was silence all around. Everyone stared blankly at Song Xin who was "planted" into the soil by Ye Qingzhou, unable to recover for a moment.
"What just happened?"
"Why did Song Xin fall into trouble?"
"Good guy, Song Xin really failed this time."
"Planting trees and educating people is what it is!"
In the audience seat, Leon was a little dumbfounded: "How did Master Ye win? Where is Song Xin's domineering body? Can't he even withstand Miao Yi's ultimate move?"
Miao Yi frowned in thought at first, and then quickly figured out the reason: "I see."
"What did you see?"
As a result, when faced with Leon's question, Miao Yi had no intention of paying any attention to it. He just hugged Miao Dao and closed his eyes on his seat.
The battle with Song Xin just now cost him a lot. At this time, he needs to conserve his energy and regain his strength.
"Hey, you should say something!"
"Stop arguing, don't you see this?"
Xu Yuebing has been with Ye Qingzhou for the longest time and has learned the Heart Sword. Now his eyesight and knowledge have been greatly improved, so he analyzed the details of the battle just now: "Song Xin's hegemonic body needs to be activated with inner breath, not It's always on, so as long as you attack quickly enough so that he doesn't have time to react, you can win with one blow."
In the seats of the Yingjie team, they finally came to their senses.
"Song Xin actually lost?"
“And I didn’t even catch a single move!”
"Is it carelessness, or did the battle with Miao Yi just cost too much?"
"Neither."
Yuan Hao pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. At this time, instead of being angry because of Song Xin's failure, his eyes looked a little excited, as if he had picked up some rare treasure.
"Awesome, I didn't expect Linjiang No. 1 Middle School to have such a genius!"
Yuan Hao could barely conceal the ecstasy and excitement in his heart.
"At only sixteen years old, he has entered the realm of speed. With such qualifications, even Zhang Xinwu cannot match him. He must have awakened a special ancient bloodline!"
"No, I have to collect his blood. This will definitely be helpful for subsequent experiments."
(End of chapter)