Chapter 300 Become famous in one move
“Admit defeat! Let’s admit defeat!”
Only then did Yan Feng react and shouted to the staff.
It’s no good if we don’t admit defeat.
According to the rules, if the two sides are interfered by one side during the competition, the other side will be directly judged as the winner.
After the staff announced the winner of the competition, everyone hurried to Yan Weiwei's side to check the injury.
I was relieved when I found that apart from a bruise on my arm and some loss of strength, there was nothing serious.
Seeing that Yan Weiwei was fine, Yan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but turned around and cupped his hand towards Li Lei.
"Thank you for your mercy!"
Yes, in Yan Feng's view, it was completely impossible for Meng Lang to fly up and block that shocking blow.
Whether he is a martial arts practitioner or not, he can tell at a glance just by looking at the clues on his body's muscles, bones, hands and feet, and his observation skills are no worse than Holmes'.
He was certain that Meng Lang did not have any characteristics of a martial arts practitioner from head to toe.
An ordinary person can easily block Li Lei's sandbag-sized fist. Isn't this a joke?
Then there is only one explanation...the other party stopped at the last moment!
According to his estimation... he should be afraid of killing someone!
"Oh~" Only then did everyone react, showing such expressions.
This explanation is very reasonable!
Yan Weiwei and several other insiders present could not help but twitch their lips when they heard that Master Yan actually passed the credit to the other party.
The person involved, Li Lei, was also a little confused.
Did I just... keep my hand?
Is this a secret mockery of me, or is this just a polite remark from the other party?
He was having trouble turning his head, but his eyes were still fixed on Meng Lang, and he was still thinking about the scene that had just happened.
“I clearly used my full strength to strike with my hammer, but it was as if I had punched it into a thick swamp. The force quickly diminished, and I couldn’t feel the counter-shock force it should have had at all…”
He lowered his head in confusion and looked at his feet two steps forward.
There was a pair of large footprints about half a finger deep on the ground, which were left when he fell from the sky just now.
His eyes slowly moved up to where the young man was standing.
There was also a pair of footprints there, but the footprints... were extremely shallow...
"Hiss~" Li Lei's pupils shrank.
What a powerful force-relieving technique!
The earth and stone ground are soft, and the shallower the footprints are, the more it means that the force of his blow was almost completely digested by the opponent's body before it reached the ground...
"Leizi, are you okay? Let Master take a look."
Master Li had already walked over at this time, thinking that he was gasping for breath in pain, and quickly checked his injuries.
"This injury..."
After the inspection, Master Li couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
The area just kicked by Yan Weiwei was blue-purple, with blood oozing out from under the skin.
"What does it feel like?"
"My breathing is a little difficult, I have almost completely lost consciousness below my right shoulder, and there is a dull pain in my chest." Li Lei frowned.
"Sure enough, he suffered internal injuries..."
Master Li looked at Yan Weiwei over there, with envy, jealousy, and a hint of fear in his eyes.
Such a young An Jin is no longer a genius, he is simply a monster!
It would be fine if he had been killed by the blow just now, but it would have been troublesome if he had not been killed...
"It's right not to have any impulse. It's okay. It's just that the meridians are blocked and the qi and blood are blocked..."
Master Li seemed to be someone who knew medicine. He immediately asked Li Lei to sit down and started from the right shoulder area to use massage techniques to unblock his menstruation, activate his collaterals, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
The other side.
"Weiwei, you did a great job!" Yan Feng looked at his daughter with great relief.
Although he lost the competition, his Yan family has a secret master, which is a real win!
Even if there is no ranking today, just the prestige bonus brought by an dark power master is enough to make the Yan family glorious for another few decades. What else can he be dissatisfied with?
Kong Wu also exclaimed with joy on his face, "Yes, Weiwei, I didn't expect you to be able to break through An Jin. Even though we lost this battle, it's an honor!"
"Senior sister! You You’ve really mastered An Jin, isn’t it amazing?”
“Sister Weiwei, you are my idol from today on!”
"Sister, you are so powerful!"
Obviously they lost, but the "Twelve-Road Tan Leg Mountaineering Group" seemed to have won, without any low mood at all.
"Hey! Are you so happy that I lost?"
Yan Weiwei had a dark face.
She has a breakthrough, but this is not what she really wants...
"Master Yan, would you like to change someone to continue the challenge?" the staff there asked according to the procedure.
"We..."
"We still want to challenge!"
Yan Feng was about to give up the challenge, but Yan Weiwei interrupted him.
“What?”
Everyone looked at her in shock.
"Weiwei, you have already lost, do you still want Xiao Fan to defeat that Li Lei?" Yan Feng said helplessly.
Fan Shigang suddenly shrank his neck, but Junior Sister Kong was present and it was difficult to act too cowardly, so he could only bite the bullet and said.
"Ahem! How about... I go up and try?"
"What are you trying to do? With the skills of a three-legged cat like you, even if you are asked to go up with one hand, you are still serving food!" Kong Wu rolled his eyes at him.
Then he looked at Yan Weiwei, thinking that she was unwilling, so he hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth.
"How about... I show off my old face and fight with that kid? I am older, but after all, I am of the same generation as Weiwei..."
"Dad, don't be impulsive." Junior Sister Kong suddenly became anxious.
Seeing that Li Lei was flexing his muscles and regaining his strength over there, his father's strength was pretty good, so he couldn't be his opponent.
“Who asked you to go!”
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes at them helplessly, and then looked at someone in the crowd.
He looked hesitant and struggling at first, but finally bit his lip, as if he had made up his mind...
"Xiao Mencius, come on!"
"What? "Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Meng Lang.
"Nonsense! Weiwei, do you know what you are talking about? He is an ordinary person, how could he be allowed to play!" Yan Feng scolded.
"That's right, Weiwei, we can't seek medical treatment in a hurry. If you let Brother Meng go up, wouldn't it be a dead end in vain?" Hu Yifei also advised.
With a body as small as Meng Lang's, it probably wouldn't take more than three seconds to get up there and he would immediately hate the northwest...
Yan Weiwei didn't care about other people's opinions and just stared straight at it. rash.
“Stop talking nonsense, just tell me whether it’s good or not!”
“So, you’ve already guessed it?” Meng Lang touched his nose.
"Nonsense, I guessed it when I saw you sneaking to get the certificate of life and death!"
"Uh..."
It turned out that I was seen...
Yan Weiwei looked at him sideways and muttered a little depressedly in her heart.
"Hmph! If it weren't for the fact that you still have some conscience, do you think I would turn a blind eye to your teasing Haitang along the way?"
"Okay." Meng Lang nodded helplessly.
Help people to the end and send Buddha to the West.
We have fought here. If we don’t kick it in the last minute and lose our own unparalleled general here, then all the brothers’ investment will be in vain.
What's more... he already knows a set of "excellent strategies" for clearing the level...
"What are you talking about?"
Seeing that Meng Lang actually nodded in agreement with this ridiculous proposal, Yan Feng suddenly frowned.
“Don’t make trouble here, don’t say you are just an ordinary person, even if you are really capable, you are not a disciple of our Twelve Road Tan Legs, and you cannot represent us in the battle at all!”
"Uh..." Yan Weiwei's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Yes! He was too preoccupied with finding an "insurance" for himself to win, and didn't even pay attention to whether this "insurance" would be effective...
"Who said I'm not one of your people." Meng Lang knew that Yan Feng would say this. , said calmly.
"What did you say?"
"Actually... I am Master Yan's closed disciple."
Meng Lang winked at Yan Weiwei, and she reacted immediately.
"Oh yes! I... just accepted a disciple!"
"Nonsense, why didn't I know you accepted a disciple!" Yan Feng's eyes widened.
"We said he was a closed disciple, so of course he was accepted behind closed doors!" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes at him.
Everyone: "..."
How can he explain this closed disciple like this? !
"Have you come to my Yan's ancestral hall to worship the master? Have you taught him the essence of the practice of the Twelve-Road Tan Kou? Are you going to accept a disciple just by touching each other?" Yan Feng glared at Yan Weiwei.
"Ahem! The mind is sinking in the Dantian, the spring is pouring down, the Qi of the old place is generated, hidden but not released, the internal and external cancel each other, the yin and yang are exerting force..."
Meng Lang coughed dryly and recited a formula that left everyone a little baffled.
The next moment...
Yan Feng was stunned.
Yan Weiwei was also stunned.
They suddenly turned their heads to look at Meng Lang, as if they had seen a ghost.
"You...how do you know the general outline of my Yan family's twelve-way tan legs?!" Yan Feng pointed at Meng Lang with a look of shock.
Then his face changed, and he turned to look at the only possible "perpetrator"...
"Okay! Okay! You actually...you actually..." Yan Feng pointed Yan Weiwei's voice was trembling with anger.
Female college students are not allowed to stay! There is no place for women to stay in college! !
"I..."
Yan Weiwei was also stunned.
Who am I? Where am I?
Why does this guy know the general outline of my Yan family?
Shouldn’t our newly minted master-disciple status be in name only?
This is so unscientific!
She did not explain, because she knew that even if she jumped into the Yellow River at this time, she would not be able to escape.
But...why should I wash it?
“Yes! It’s me!” She slapped her neck!
"Now do you believe that he is my closed disciple, right? Stop talking nonsense, then who, we ask to continue to challenge!"
......
Half an hour later.
“I didn’t expect that there would be masters in the Twelve Road Tan Legs, Hidden Dragons and Crouching Tigers!”
While Li Lei moved the joints of his right hand that were still somewhat stiff, his eyes were fixed on the challenge in front of him. who.
"Ahem! Prize, prize, prize, I'm Meng Lang, please!"
Master Li looked at Meng Lang on the stage and was a little speechless after knowing the other party's identity.
Yan Weiwei's apprentice?
Is this the case where the old one is beaten and the younger one comes out? Are you sure you are not unwilling to delay our climbing time?
"Leizi! Quick victory!"
However, Li Lei on the court was not as optimistic as his master.
Seeing Meng Lang dressed in mountain climbing clothes, standing there without even a posture, looking like there were flaws all over his body, he didn't feel any contempt in his heart.
Just relying on the force-relieving technique just now was enough to make him go all out.
Between the two challenges, up to half an hour of rest time is allowed. After some massage by Master Li, his right hand has regained consciousness and his overall strength has recovered to 60 to 70%, but he still Don't take it lightly.
Moving carefully around Meng Lang, he carefully stared at every part of his body, as if looking for flaws.
Everyone looked a little confused.
Do you need to be so cautious when dealing with an ordinary person?
"Uncle, be careful!" Lin Haitang and Xiao Yu looked worried.
"Yan Weiwei! If you don't want your friend to get hurt, just ask him to give in quickly and stop messing around!"
After some beatings on the chest and pinching people, Yan Feng finally regained his breath. I just feel that my face is dull and I just want to end this joking competition as soon as possible.
"Don't worry. Although that guy has never practiced martial arts, he has a very powerful secret skill and he can't lose!"
Yan Weiwei looked mysteriously confident.
Everyone was baffled by what he said.
A unique secret skill that you have never practiced martial arts but is very powerful?
A flying fairy from heaven?
The competition venue.
Just when Meng Lang was getting impatient, Li Lei, who had been observing for a long time, finally moved!
The huge body rushed towards me with the force of wind and thunder!
Ten steps...five steps...three steps...
As usual, it is to quickly close the distance and take advantage of Bajiquan's short hitting.
The next moment is a steady, offensive and defensive goose-stepping punch!
But it only uses five points of force, leaving five points to change tactics at any time!
It was obvious that he wanted to test Meng Lang's strength first.
However, until Li Lei came within three steps of Meng Lang, Meng Lang remained motionless, as if he was completely unaware of the approaching danger...
How dare you look down on me!
Li Lei glared sharply, and punched Meng Lang in the face with his fist as big as a sandbag!
“Ah!” Many people in the venue had closed their eyes and couldn’t bear to watch anymore.
The next moment, the two figures were approaching rapidly...
"Bang!"
...Time seemed to stand still.
At this time, Li Lei's fist was only 3 centimeters away from Meng Lang, but it was hanging in the air as if the pause button had been pressed...
No one understood what was happening. .
Then... I saw Li Lei's face was stiff, his eyes were wide open, and his legs were clamped, and then...
"Bang!"
With his butt facing backward in a very inelegant posture , Li Lei, whose face was covered in cold sweat... fell down!
"Hiss~" The whole audience gasped.
The male compatriots even felt their anus tighten.
"This is impossible!"
Master Li screamed in his duck voice.
Mr. Yan Feng, who had just calmed down, his eyes popped out when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but gasp for air, as if he was about to close his eyes again.
It was only then that Meng Lang retracted his raised leg and looked with some sympathy at Li Lei, who had collapsed on the ground and lost his fighting ability.
“Sorry, I’m in a hurry!”
That's right, what he used was a unique skill among the Twelve-Road Tan Kicks, which is usually not used but will definitely kill the opponent...
Tickling the Yin Kick!
No matter how hard you practice hard qigong, there are some places that you can’t practice...
Meng Lang observed all the way and found that the hiking trail was indeed very wild, let alone kicking down the road, inserting Your eyes won't be considered a foul.
Then why am I so polite?
Maybe my attack is too weak to break through the defense, but it would be different if I target the weak point and hit with a critical strike...
"Why...why..."
Fell to the ground with a cold sweat on his face Li Lei turned his head with difficulty, his eyes full of reluctance.
"Why...I...can't stop it!"
He saw Meng Lang's move, knew the opponent's target, and also made changes to dodge and block. , however...it's no use!
That kick... was like an antelope hanging its horns, tracing a wonderful trajectory, perfectly dodging all his defensive methods...
"Martial arts in the world... everything is indestructible, except speed!"
Meng Lang dropped a classic line in a very pretentious manner, and then waved his hand while everyone looked at him as a god.
“Let’s go! Climb the mountain!”
……
"I'm here, Mizong Fist Huo Tian, please!"
"Bang!"
"I declare that Twelve Road Tan Legs will win this competition!"
… …
“I, Wudang Song Shuhang, have learned my lesson!”
"Bang!"
"This competition is won by Twelve Road Tan Legs!"
...
"Hong Fist Hong Tianci! I'm offended!"
“Bang!”
"...Twelve-way tan legs win!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang"...
...
Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, Meng Lang looked at the setting sun gradually sinking into the sea of clouds in the distance.
Looking at all the mountains and small mountains...
Then in the eyes of everyone who are weird, adoring, awe, and don’t know where to start this trough... etc., which include all kinds of life, a He lifted up the red cloth on the boulder on the top of the mountain.
“Hero of Guanzhong!”
Four elegant and powerful ancient characters came into view.
"Winning!" "Yeah!" "Uncle is great!"
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Meng Lang put his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh.
"It's all a false name..."
Yan Feng looked at the man behind him who was shining brightly, as if bathed in golden sunshine, with an extremely complicated expression...
Nine legs!
With only nine legs, he overwhelmed the crowd and stood proudly in the martial arts world!
The key... is that he still carries the name of his Twelve-Road Tan Legs...
Yan Feng can already predict that starting from tomorrow, the Twelve-Road Tan Legs' unique skill "Flirting the Yin" "Legs" will definitely be ranked first in today's martial arts list!
Xiao Meng’s flying kicks are always missed!
His flirting kick has probably been mastered to the point where it can be as famous as Lu Xiaofeng’s Ling Finger and Li Xun Huan’s Little Li Flying Knife!
As the saying goes...
No one knows you for ten years, and you become famous all over the world in one move!
Starting from today, this world will never be forgotten...
The terrifying figure on Zhongnan Mountain, kicking a little brother... (End of this chapter)