Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 47 Yang Xingyong

Among    warriors, personal short hitting is undoubtedly the most test of basic reaction and the most proof of skill.

  The repairers of the Three-Mountain City leaped over the mountains like flat ground from an early age, fighting lions and killing tigers, which is naturally good. Although the close-fitting short hit is his risky blow, it is also somewhat certain.

  However, Jiang Wang's four-spirit training exercises were completed by the military master’s unique exercises and through the Tai illusion stage. At the current stage, it is a first-class training method.

   Jiang Wang is full of muscles and muscles. Although he is not better than steel, he is not far behind. The majestic qi and blood dormant in every muscle, and the scale is not seen on weekdays, but on such an occasion today, it has burst out of unprecedented strength!

  Boom boom boom boom!

   Fists and feet, knees and elbows.

  The two fists against their fists, making a drum-like sound.

  The fierceness of this pure fist is unprecedented for Jiang Wangzhi. In such a battle, he felt the Four Spirits Refining Body gradually merge into his body. Although he had been practicing hard before, he was born in a Taoist school and didn't understand what real body training was.

  In such a direct collision, he felt more full of vitality and blood, felt more powerful in his physical body, felt Dao Yuan more lively, and felt...the opponent's strength was gradually weakening.

  Boom!

  In the last collision with the forehead, the cultivator who came to this three-mountain city fell and leaned back.

  It's not that he doesn't want to continue, but that he really, can no longer squeeze a trace of strength.

  How hard he worked, how desperate he was, maybe only Jiang Wang who was fighting against him could know.

   Several times, Jiang Wang thought that the battle was set, but immediately followed by the opponent's fist.

  He clearly felt the iron will of the monk of the Three Mountain City.

  He tried his best to win.

  They don’t want to be called barbarians!

   However, the sadd thing is that the more desperate they are, the more some people say, look, this is the way the barbarians are, and they don’t take their lives.

  ...

  The referee raises the flag, the winner has been divided.

  The onlookers were silent for a while, and cheers suddenly rose.

  After all, this is Fenglin City and Jiang Wang’s home court. Not to mention that there are several big guys hired by Zhao Rucheng who are screaming hard, in order to reward the money, they can scream hard. It seemed to be deeper than Jiang Anan's feelings for her brother.

  In the boiling cheers, Jiang Wang reached out and grabbed his opponent, but did not let him fall to the ground.

  "Dare to ask your name?" Jiang Wang looked at this respectable opponent and expressed his respect.

  In fact, before the start of the game, the referee read out the names of both sides, but Jiang Wang didn’t remember it.

  Like so many vulgar people, although he did not show it, he was caught up in his childhood, and he did despise these so-called "mountain savages" in his heart.

  The monk in Sanshan City stood precariously, almost his whole body weight supported on Jiang Wang's hands. His eyes were swollen high and narrowed to the point of only a gap.

   "Yang Xingyong!" He happily said: "My name is Yang Xingyong!"

  ...

  Outside the field, Jiang Anan was applauding for his brother when he suddenly heard the voice of a good friend, "An An!"

   Qingzhi little girl jumped up in the crowd from a distance, and happily squeezed towards Jiang An’an.

   Next to her was an old man with a thin body and a serious hunchback. But in such a crowded crowd, they didn't even have a trace of stagnation along the way, and it didn't seem to affect other people.

  For Jiang Anan’s friends, everyone was very curious, especially the little girl who wanted to beat Jiang Wang.

  Huang Azhan’s perspective has always been different. He saw the hunched old man at first sight.

  The face of the old man...very awkward. Although his expression is serious, it naturally gives people a sense of wretchedness.

  Huang Azhan hit Zhao Rucheng with his arm: "Hey, look, that old man."

   "What's wrong?" Zhao Rucheng asked.

  Huang Azhan lowered his voice: "Do you think his head...looks alike...very similar..."

   "What does it look like?"

  Huang Azhan did not speak, only looked under his crotch.

  Zhao Rucheng was wary at first, "What are you looking at!"

   then reacted, and looked over there, touching his chin and said: "Hey! It's a bit like..."

  They chatted quietly here, and the hunchbacked old man suddenly raised his head and glared at them. Obviously listened to their conversation clearly.

  "Don't chat, stop chatting, watch the game." Huang Azhan turned his head guiltily, and looked at the court as nonchalantly as possible.

   "Cough cough." Zhao Rucheng coughed twice, and reached out to take Jiang Anan from Linghe's shoulder and put it on his shoulder, "An'an, your brother Linghe is tired, sit on my shoulder for a while."

  I thought to myself that this old man is so old that he would never beat himself holding a child, right?

  Jiang An'an is very familiar with Zhao Rucheng now, so he doesn't care who is sitting on the shoulder, and chats with Qingzhi happily.

   "My brother won just now, he is amazing!"

  ...

  Yang Xingyong was finally carried down.

  The other two battles ended early. Another repairman from Sanshan City knocked down Wangjiang City’s opponent with an overwhelming advantage, and Lin Zhengli from Wangjiang City easily defeated another one-year-old from Fenglin City.

  But the audience's attention was obviously attracted by the fight between Jiang Wang and Yang Xingyong. After all, it was a fierce fist.

   "It's just weak chickens pecking each other, Fenglin City is really, even the people are so inconspicuous." Lin Zhengli sneered at the other victor, probably trying to seek some approval.

  But the winner from Sanshan City obviously didn't buy it.

  He said coldly: "Please respect your opponent."

  In his opinion, Lin Zhengli is not only disrespecting Jiang Wang, but also disrespecting Yang Xingyong, a monk in the Three Mountain City.

  Lin Zhengli’s hot face pressed her cold ass, and she was even more upset in her heart: "Heh, barbarian."

  The repairmen of Three Mountain City suddenly burst into flames from their eyes, but stopped talking.

  The first round is over, and there is one winner in each of the three cities, which is considered evenly divided. Next comes the rounds. The order is determined by drawing lots. This round of luck is very important.

  The referee from the county court is responsible for drawing lots, which undoubtedly embodies fairness to the greatest extent.

  Take out a lottery from the lotus tube. After looking at it, he read: "Jiang Wang!"

   Linghe Zhao Rucheng breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that in the first game, Lin Zhengli and the Sanshan City monk fought first, and then Jiang Wang played against the two separately. It is undoubtedly the sign of going up.

   Jiang Wang retreated to the sidelines and gave up the center position to the two parties about to fight.

  At the moment when he passed by, Lin Zhengli chuckled softly: "You are lucky, you can stay one more time."

The implication of    is that when the second round of the round begins, Jiang Wang will be beaten to the point where he can no longer fight, and his tone is full of contempt.

   Jiang Wang smiled: "I hope you can have better luck, and you can meet me later."

  What he meant was that Lin Zhengli might not be able to play the second game at all, and he would be defeated in the first game.

  On the mouthpiece, what he said was edified by Zhao Rucheng, but it was not that he was completely incapable of fighting back.

  It’s just that he can’t quite understand where Lin Zhengli’s hostility towards him came from. Is it because Zhao Rucheng’s slogan is too high-profile?

  Look, this man is not like an outspoken temper. A monk who has been educated in an orthodox school and an elite disciple who has been sent to represent Wangjiangcheng Taoyuan to fight, will he be so uncomfortable?

   Jiang Wang is actually very interested in the answer behind this.

  As for fighting, he really has no fear.

  Compared with Lin Zhengli's frivolous anger, the cultivator in Sanshan City never said a word, just staring at his opponent.

  For this battle, his attitude is undoubtedly much more correct.

   also shows that he has a stronger desire for the outcome of the battle.

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