Martial Arts Master

The vehicle was moving faster and slower, and the bus was quickly pulled away and disappeared from Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke's eyes.

"What a coincidence..." Lou Cheng shook his head and laughed, pushed up his glasses and sighed.

He knew very well that friends from the Longhu Club would also come to watch the game today, but he didn't expect to meet them on the way.

Of course, this was only unilateral. Even if they had seen the passengers in the car just now, they would not have known that "that" was the friend "Schrödinger's Tiger", and there was a high probability that they would not have recognized that they were Lou Cheng.

Hearing this, Yan Zheke turned his head with a smile and glanced at his husband:

"Chengzi, I thought of a lyric!"

"What?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.

"It's hard to hold each other's hand if we don't have the opportunity~" Yan Zheke pursed her lips and chuckled.

"What's going on here!" Lou Cheng responded angrily and amusingly, and added wittily, "Then we are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away and sleep together for a hundred years?"

Yan Zheke spat, turned his head to the side with the corners of his mouth raised, and then looked at Lou Cheng with "disgust":

"You still remember such an old song so clearly? Uncle Orange!"

While they were bickering, the car slowed down and drove into the parking lot. After Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke paid half of the charter fee, they pushed the door open and walked out. Following the instructions, they walked hand in hand along the road for about six or seven minutes. 100 meters.

After turning a mountain col, their eyes suddenly brightened, and they felt that the "scorching factor" in the air suddenly increased and became extremely active.

Ahead is a broad area that becomes more and more sunken toward the center. Every few steps, a flame emerges from the ground and burns quietly, day and night, without extinguishing.

Looking far ahead, Lou Cheng saw dark red flowing in the cracks at the core of the place. The parts close to the outside world seemed to be covered by black and gray armor. Just looking there from a distance, he could feel the brutal heat.

This is the home ground of Longhu Club, the famous "Fire Hell"!

Around this area the size of two or three football fields, there are semi-enclosed and transparent corridors built one after another. The inside is either high or low, divided into rows, or divided into boxes. It is a "stand" in the ordinary sense. , in order to prevent the "powerless" audience from being injured by flying flames, sputtering magma, explosion aftermath, etc., it is surrounded by high-tech explosion-proof fire-resistant glass, with a sound barrier. aisle.

Yan Zheke dug out the two tickets from his bag and found the corresponding glass box. Under the instructions of the security personnel, he opened the door and entered. There was a sofa, a coffee table, and three large rooms showing the "Fire Hell" from different angles. Screen.

"This is my first time to enjoy the VIP treatment in the stands..." Lou Cheng looked around and said with a smile.

"Actually, I prefer the kind with a lot of people. The atmosphere is contagious." Yan Zheke raised his eyes and did not hide his thoughts, "But my grandpa has to give me this kind of thing. I am afraid of any accidents, so I will give it to him." He said he was with you, but he was still worried."

"It takes an inhuman state to make grandpa completely relieved..." Lou Cheng laughed at himself.

In the eyes of Wai Gang's strong men, a sixth-level Dan realm warrior with top "talent" is indeed not so safe.

"Perhaps, young man, let's sprint!" Yan Zheke replied half jokingly and half encouragingly.

In the replays of various exciting games before the game, the time came to 10:25 in the morning, and all the positions in the "stand" had their owners, including many in the press box.

Unmanned aerial cameras took off one after another and took their positions, transmitting the images back to the glass corridor, allowing the audience to confirm the scene they saw.

Lou Cheng noticed that "Little Wonton" and the others were in the glass room outside the three "stands" to his left. They were too excited to sit down and were looking around.

After some introductions and a lively dance at the edge of the "venue", the sky suddenly darkened, and a dull and depressing atmosphere appeared on the paper.

Boom!

A thunderbolt suddenly exploded, turning into sound waves, rolling around, as if it had become substance.

Is this the momentum of "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou? Connecting the world and interfering with nature? Lou Cheng was deep in thought and couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and walked half a step away from the glass in front of him.

The same goes for Yan Zheke, standing side by side with him.

At this moment, with a sudden leap, the ground fires jumped up everywhere in the wide square. The dark red "iron flow" shook off the black ash, and several red gold waves jumped out!

boom!

A stream of magma erupted, rushed into the sky, fell down, illuminated the darkness, and illuminated a figure in the distance of the "game field".

He is wearing a navy blue martial arts uniform embroidered with dragons and tigers. He has a tall and straight face, handsome facial features, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. His short hair stands on end, showing his unruliness and rebelliousness. It is difficult to tell from his appearance that he is already A man in his early thirties.

Kick, kick, kick! With every step he took, the earth trembled, causing the flames to rise one after another, and the magma to spurt out one after another.

Without a call, everyone, including Lou Cheng, shouted out a well-known name, letting it echo in the mountains:

"Dragon King!"

"Dragon King" Chen Qitao!

In such an atmosphere, the sky became dark again, as if dark clouds were gathering, making the audience uneasy, causing the sound waves to decrease, and making the soaring flames and flying magma eclipse.

From the other side, a strangely dressed man slowly walked out. His white robe resembled martial arts uniforms and Taoist clothing, with green lightning and purple thunder embroidered on the edges. He was two to three centimeters shorter than Lou Cheng and had a delicate appearance. , elegant temperament, deep and restrained, not ostentatious.

"Martial Saint" Qian Donglou!

The "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou is two years younger than the "Dragon King"!

He became famous at a young age, and before Chen Qitao caught up with him, he suppressed a whole generation of warriors. China was so big that no one dared to call him a genius anymore!

As he grew older, the previous generations of strong men were also subdued.

Although he admired the "Dragon King" and preferred the man with true temperament, Lou Cheng had to admit that "Martial Saint" Qian Donglou was the standard grandmaster in his mind.

Now, he is single-handedly fighting against the momentum of the "Dragon King" and the audience!

The referee did not dare to enter the center of the field and raised his right hand from a distance, dutifully playing the role of a humanoid instrument:

"The first game of this game."

“‘Dragon King’ Chen Qitao versus ‘Martial Saint’ Qian Donglou!”

Those with titles must be addressed by them on similar occasions to show respect!

"Dragon King! Dragon King!"

Amid cheers, the referee suddenly waved his right hand and said loudly:

"start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped away quickly, away from the war zone.

boom!

At this time, "Dragon King" Chen Qitao had already punched out, as if he was going to hit the void.

However, his fists were like missiles, "forcibly dragging" his body forward rapidly, clearly leaving an afterimage and making a loud noise that broke the sound barrier.

Lead with fists!

The afterimage stretched, and the golden-red flame ignited instantly where the "Dragon King" punched out, spreading rapidly and covering his whole body, making him seem to have turned into the God of Fire or Emperor Yan walking on the ground.

Super Saiyan... This idea suddenly appeared in Lou Cheng's mind.

"Martial Saint" Qian Donglou and "Dragon King" had fought countless games, and they knew each other quite well. They had long since lost the mentality of trying out moves, and when faced with the attack, they smacked their palms together.

Boom!

A huge thunder exploded, which seemed to roll through everyone's heart, shaking the glass hundreds of meters away, making Yan Zheke feel like his heart was shocked, his spirit was shaken, and he had difficulty focusing.

At the same time as he let out a thunderbolt, the "Martial Saint" spread his palms and pulled out a jumping purple thunder knife.

As soon as it appeared, it immediately struck the golden-red flames covering the body of the "Dragon King".

Qian Donglou followed closely behind, surrounded by silver lightning, and he came closer like a god descending from the earth.

A fierce battle began. The two most powerful men in the world were fighting fiercely. Lou Cheng was fascinated by the sight and wanted to copy their every move and every change.

Compared with watching the live broadcast, watching the battle live has a more three-dimensional sense, and you can better appreciate the power of the powerful Wai Gang, such as the ground shaking from time to time, the waves of fire that can be felt through the heat-resistant glass, the deafening thunder...

The battle lasted for twenty minutes, and the magma in the center of the "field" turned into a fountain. "Dragon King" Chen Qitao was surrounded by balls of golden, red, purple or white fireballs.

As he attacked with each move, these fireballs merged one after another, condensed into a ball, and shrank in his palm.

With a loud shout, the "Dragon King" stretched out his arms, jumped up suddenly, and punched down.

Boom!

Lou Cheng reacted very quickly and reached out to cover Yan Zheke's eyes first. At this time, the place where the two powerful men were fighting came on with a bright white light that made the audience's eyes sting, briefly blurry, and make people cry. It seemed that there was a round of The great sun has fallen here.

Boom!

The fire wave spurted out, and a small mushroom cloud rose into the sky, in full bloom.

When Lou Cheng opened his eyes, "Dragon King" had already narrowly defeated "Martial Saint" by half a move, taking advantage of the home environment.

After watching the replay and thinking of his previous experience, Lou Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and praised:

"Enjoyable!"

This is really a battle that makes the warriors blood boil!

Within a few hundred meters, people are like gods!

Next, the two sides successively had Wuguang Taoist, Yunyan Taoist, "Luo Queen" Ning Zitong, "Optimus Prime" Long Zhen and other powerful Waigang players to fight. After five rounds of hard battle, the Dragon Tiger Club won three to two. At this time It's past twelve o'clock.

"It's so exciting..." Yan Zheke looked at Lou Cheng excitedly and praised in a low voice.

"Yeah, it's not in vain. It's much more exciting than watching a live broadcast." Lou Cheng looked at the various marks on the front glass.

The two exchanged emotions about today's game and walked out of the box hand in hand.

At this moment, Yan Zheke, who was wandering around, pulled Cheng downstairs, pointed with his chin and said:

"Little wontons..."

Uh... Lou Cheng looked around in confusion, and saw the petite and cute girl selling wontons in her prime, running over with a notebook in hand. The target was probably, maybe, it seemed, eh, is it me?

What does she want from me?

Don’t you know that I am “Schrödinger’s tiger”?

Impossible. I have never revealed that I am a Song Dynasty student, and I have not updated anything about my identity in my talk. How could they guess that?

In a daze, the little girl "Selling wontons" came closer, glanced at the confused and surprised Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke, and said with a sweet smile:

"Hello, Lou Cheng."

That's right. She recognized me as Lou Cheng, so it's normal to come over and ask for an autograph... Lou Cheng felt that he understood the truth, and responded with a smile: "Hello."

"Selling wontons" explained sheepishly: "We didn't recognize you wearing these glasses, but we still saw..."

She didn't say any more, but just glanced at Yan Zheke.

Girls who are so beautiful and have their own characteristics are easily recognized!

"I understand." Lou Cheng looked at his wife with a hint of teasing, and she glared back.

"Selling Wontons" smiled again, pointing to "Plumber Eating Mushrooms", "Pig Riding Hero" and others behind him:

"We are from the Dragon Tiger Club Forum. You should know those two, right?"

She was talking about "the road to the ring" and "one-punch invincibility."

"I know. My memory is not that bad. The Little Martial Saint Arena Competition has a special meaning in my heart." Lou Cheng chuckled twice.

He was a little confused again as to what the little wonton was doing here.

"He remembers!" "Sell, sell wontons," he shouted excitedly, then turned around and said sincerely, "Since that time, many of us have been optimistic about you and have witnessed you growing up step by step and leading Songda Martial Arts. The club won the national championship, and we truly believe that you are the genius of the world and will become a strong player in Waigang in the future."

"After we confirmed it was you before the game, we posted a post on the forum and made a call, and many forum friends responded."

Having said this, she paused, held up the book in her hand, which had the names of "Selling Wontons", "Pig Riding Heroes", "Road to the Arena" and others, bowed and said:

"On behalf of ourselves, and on behalf of some Longhu Club fans, we would like to make a request to you. If, if you don't return to Ice God Sect in the future, can you first consider Longhu Club? We really like you! We really believe that you can be here Create brilliance here!”

When "Little Wonton" took this pose, fellow fans such as "Road to the Ring", "One Punch Invincible" and "Above the Sky" made the same move as her, not talking about others, but only expressing themselves.

Lou Cheng was suddenly moved, and also had some subtle emotions because someone he knew was doing this. He smiled and said:

"I can't guarantee anything. I can only say that, as you all know, I am a fan of Longhu."

He reached out and took the signed book.

"Little Wonton" suddenly smiled extremely brightly:

"Thank you, thank you! We will post the topic 'Lou Cheng Longhu' on Weibo until you make a choice!"

After saying that, she waved her hand and ran back happily, high-fiving "Road to the Arena" and others one by one.

Lou Cheng took a deep look at them, took his notebook, and pulled the little fairy along with him, and walked out of the arena.

"I'm also a fan of Longhu..." Yan Zheke suddenly whispered.

Lou Cheng looked over, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, showing a tacit understanding.

After they were far away from this place, "Little Wonton", who was still excitedly communicating about this matter, suddenly let out an oops:

"I was stupid! I forgot to ask for a signature, and I forgot to ask Lou Cheng if he has our forum account!"

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After lunch, after returning to the hotel, Yan Zheke entered the bathroom and took off the sunscreen on his face, neck, arms, legs and feet. Lou Cheng took a pillow behind him, sat leisurely on the bed, and applied the sunscreen on his face. In the Dragon Tiger Club group, there are petitions sent by friends such as "Sell, Sell Wontons" and others.

"Haha, Xiaolong is so considerate, he helped me and Lou Cheng take a photo!" At this time, "Selling wontons," the little girl was showing off.

The so-called group photo was of the scene when she was explaining the whole story to Lou Cheng. It was a snapshot, so she only had her back with a ponytail.

However, the little girl didn't mind this, and even said happily: "No need to beautify!"

"I hate you!" I heard in the group that Mian Jizhong had met Lou Cheng's "Huan Fan" and said with tears running down his face.

"Selling and selling wontons" "Looked at her weakly: "I originally wanted to ask for an autograph for you, but I was so nervous that I forgot about everything except business..."

"Break off the relationship!" "Fantasy Brahma" "cover your ears and shake your head."

"What is the position for breaking up?" Okamoto, who has always been pure love Jun, interjected.

He is completely different in reality and online. According to "Little Wonton", he is shy and doesn't talk much.

"I hate you..." "Huan Fan" repeated, and then @"Unparalleled Dragon King", "Xiaolong, Xiaolong, what state has my idol reached?"

"How can I tell? Even the powerful Wai Gang can't judge the specific level of Dan Realm just from the appearance, unless the Qi is pulled and tit for tat." "The Unparalleled Dragon King" said with a spread of hands, "But, the national competition Less than three months after the end, he has pushed his physical fitness and martial arts skills to the top level of the sixth level at most."

"Isn't it that Bai Xiaosheng has a higher chance of winning?" "Road to the Arena" asked with interest.

"There are still more than five months left, and Lou Ben himself has awakened his superpower. There is still some hope for Inhumans before the end of the year." "The Unparalleled Dragon King" answered pertinently.

"Hey, I'm a little worried. If Bai Xiaosheng wins, my idol will definitely be very unhappy." "Huan Fan" was watched by his parents and couldn't participate in the interview, so he had to make a lot of sense in the group.

"Hey, there's nothing to worry about. The year before last, no, last January, Lou Cheng and I were not much different...Today, I haven't even touched the threshold of the Dan realm, and they are already hitting the inhuman realm. Even if you fail at the end of the year and suffer some ridicule, you can still complete your transformation next year and fight back against those who slandered you." "One Punch Invincible" said with great emotion.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Calculate the time. When Xiaofan is admitted to college, you will see Lou Cheng playing on behalf of our Longhu Club!" "Sell, sell wontons," said with encouragement at what he thought was the ideal promotion speed. "When the time comes, come to Huacheng!"

As she spoke, she sighed again: "I have always thought that my psychological quality is very good, but... I thought that Lou Cheng might be a fan of our Dragon Tiger Club, and I planned to ask him if he had an account on the forum. , if not, ask him to register one..."

"If he registers, I will give him the title of Tancao!" "One Punch Invincible" said with a "silly smile".

"Ah ah ah, Xiao Fan, I'm sorry for you, I couldn't get an autograph!" "Selling and selling wontons" were all talking to themselves, without caring about how others responded.

"Touch the little wonton, don't be sad. These tasks can be left to Xiao Changye. She has already joined the Songda Martial Arts Club!" "Huan Fan" comforted his good friend.

"Yes, and Lou Cheng's signature is of no value, the handwriting is too ugly (manual funny)." Lou Cheng couldn't help but come out and make fun of himself.

"Sell, sell wontons" and "Huanfan" answered almost at the same time:

“We just love it!”

"This is called personality!"

"Haha, Tiger, don't reason with girls at this time." "Pig Riding Hero" laughed, "I posted Lou Cheng's response on the forum. Everyone is very enthusiastic. The future of Shangqing is Peng Leyun. Kongtong has Ren Li, and Daxing Temple has already produced Zhihai and Shishan, so we also need to have a building completed."

"I just don't know when he will reach Inhuman, and whether he still has the potential to impact Waigang..." "The plumber eats mushrooms" he said with a slight worry.

Good seedlings may not necessarily grow into big trees.

The saying that the future belongs to you is often poisonous...

While Lou Cheng was chatting, Yan Zheke walked out of the bathroom wearing the slippers provided by the hotel, glanced at the petition, smiled and said, "Doesn't it feel complicated?"

"Well, I'm embarrassed to say that I am Schrödinger's tiger..." Lou Cheng replied with a sigh.

After saying a few words on the matter, Yan Zheke sat on the edge of the bed with one leg curled up and one leg hanging down. She browsed Weibo and the news, and softly shouted with interest:

"Chengzi, Chengzi, come and see, the Dragon King is so handsome and stylish..."

Lou Cheng came closer and found that this was the scene captured after the "Dragon King" made his killing move. The golden and red flames jumped, the muscles showed the most perfect proportions, and he was full of power.

"That's right." He agreed.

"And this one... this one... The Dragon King looks so young, and he has a special taste..." Yan Zheke read out the praise for the "Dragon King" in news reports from time to time.

Lou Cheng suddenly felt uncomfortable listening to the little fairy's narration.

Originally, his daughter-in-law worshiped the Dragon King, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he thought they had something in common. However, after watching the battle live, he suddenly discovered that the Dragon King was only twelve or thirteen years older than him, much more handsome than him, and his martial arts skills were even better. I am much taller, and maybe I will enter the Dragon Tiger Club in the future, and I will no longer be in two different worlds with him, and have some intersection...

His mood suddenly became dull, and Lou Cheng slowly fell silent.

Girls are usually more sensitive. As Yan Zheke was sharing, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Lou Cheng in confusion, blinked twice and said:

"Orange, what's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Lou Cheng held up his mobile phone and pretended to be browsing the forum.

Yan Zheke pursed his lips and looked at him suspiciously. Recalling the situation just now, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, his dimples filled with smiles, and he whispered in surprise and joy:

"Chengzi, are you jealous?"

"No way." Lou Cheng retorted subconsciously.

Yan Zheke changed his position, knelt down next to him, looked at his face with a smile, and said to himself:

"I just admire the Dragon King's spirit of never admitting defeat. If he were an idol, his ego, publicity and caressing are all very cute and cute, but if we get closer, I don't like such a person!"

"Besides, I've always been the kind of person who likes things rationally. Do you think I rarely forward or comment on news about the Dragon King?"

"I'm not jealous." A smile appeared on Lou Cheng's face unconsciously, and he denied with a slight embarrassment.

Yan Zheke pursed his lips and snickered, raised three fingers of his right hand and said playfully:

"I swear, I won't worship the Dragon King so much in the future."

"I swear, I only have one idol that I like the most, and that is 'Zhen Tian Jian' Orange Brother~"

Lou Cheng burst out laughing and denied again:

"I'm really not jealous. Do I deserve to be jealous about such a thing?"

Yan Zheke's beautiful eyes were filled with longing, she covered her mouth and smiled:

"Chengzi, you look so cute when you're jealous..."

Before she could finish her words, Lou Cheng, who was already "angry", threw herself on the bed.

"Wash...well, wash..."

Amidst the intermittent sounds, the girl's slippers fell off, and her delicate toes sometimes curled up and sometimes stretched out.

In the next day and a half, the arrangement for the two of them was adjusted. Morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper remained the same. However, the time for practicing speaking was unconsciously shortened.

On July 18th, Lou Cheng, who was full of contentment, took his luggage and waited for the girl to come out of the bathroom, preparing to check out and return home.

A few minutes later, Yan Zheke opened the door and walked out. His face turned slightly pale, he pursed his lips and said:

"I'm here to be my aunt..."

"I know. I've prepared brown sugar and ginger tea for you. Come on, let me knead it for you." Lou Cheng shook the thermos cup in his hand.

Yan Zheke bit her pink lips lightly, her emotions seemed to be fluctuating, and she couldn't help but whisper:

"What do you know, you know nothing..."

"Ah..." Lou Cheng looked at classmate Ke Xiaoke blankly, wondering why she suddenly lost her temper.

At this time, Yan Zheke came back to his senses and reluctantly said:

"Chengzi, I was feeling a little off just now. I didn't mean to say anything to you..."

"I understand, it's my aunt's period." Lou Cheng suddenly realized.

You don't understand anything... Yan Zheke put his right hand on his waist, lowered his eyes, looked at his toes, and whispered silently.

That crazy idea didn’t come to fruition…

God won't let me stay either...

Next, according to the plan, we will go to Songcheng to complete the procedures and say goodbye in early August...

Today’s two chapters are updated together.