When Li Yousheng came on stage, there were crowds of cheers everywhere.

It was only then that Meng Shuai realized what popularity meant.

Li Yousheng fell on the stage, his sleeves fluttered and his fairy spirit was full of immortality. As expected, he waved the fan gently, and his movements were so casual that it was fascinating.

Meng Shuai was almost deaf in his ears because he stood a little closer to several female disciples. Yang Yang's roar just now was not as powerful as that. Seeing their excited appearance, it was not impossible to faint immediately.

Apart from the celebrity fans in his previous life, he has never seen such a crazy scene. It is incredible to think that these disciples are actually warriors with good cultivation.

Withdrawing from the fan club, Meng Shuai sighed and said, "If I want to defeat him, will I be beaten up?"

Defeating such a popular idol may also gain some popularity, just like stepping on the first master and winning a reputation, but there should be many people who hate him because of this - to put it bluntly, he is too powerful and can never become an idol.

Of course, this popularity is not worth mentioning compared to losing and letting the other party deal with it.

At this time, Han Fengzhi said angrily: "It's so inappropriate, what's the point?"

Meng Shuai was stunned and said, "It's nothing, right? Everyone has a girlish heart."

Han Fengzhi said angrily: "I mean Qi Guangmu - that coward, I'm afraid before the fight. Look at how cowardly he looks, do you still have to play this game?"

When Meng Shuai saw Qi Guangmu standing opposite him, his face turned gray and his body trembled slightly, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness. He was obviously taller than Li You, but he seemed to be half short when he stood there.

Is this too bad?

Meng Shuai was funny at first, but then he felt something was wrong. Although Qi Guangmu was a little strong outside, he also passed by some big battles. Why did he get there?

"Is it pressure?" Meng Shuai said to himself, "If it is pressure, isn't it a violation of the rules? Before the competition starts, we'll start first."

But the referee on the field didn't say anything, and it was useless for him to make a guess.

The referee called the two to ask about the situation of the game, and then signaled to everyone to come. It was obvious that this game was also a single-player battle.

Li Yousheng gracefully bowed and signaled the other party to make advance moves. Qi Guangmu made a move, sweating on his forehead, and was unable to take action for a long time.

Han Fengzhi couldn't help but shouted, "Qi Guangmu, you rush up to me, you are shameless, and you are shameless."

This sound was mixed with true energy. Although the direction was towards the ring, everyone in half of the valley could hear it clearly. The referee turned his head and glared at her, indicating that she should not disturb the order.

Not to mention, this sound was quite effective. Qi Guangmu kept slashing his back with one palm.

This palm was beautiful and very neat. With one palm slashed out, Qi Guangmu seemed to break free from the shackles and devoted himself to the battle. His body was flexible, his fists and palms were sharp, and he was able to advance and retreat in moderation.

Meng Shuai looked down and then felt relieved. Compared to Han Fengzhi, he always felt that Senior Brother Qi Guangmu was too weak, had an unpleasant temperament, and had no high martial arts skills. It was too strange that such a person could be taken by the ancestor and stayed on Xinghua Peak for personal education. But after seeing his series of attacks, he found that he was quite accomplished in fighting.

Although the more martial arts reach the top, the more you pay attention to the power of each move, just like a weapon evolved from a submachine gun to a mortar, this stormy close-fitting battle is increasingly retreating, but Qi Guangmu's movements are particularly fast and effective, reaching the strength and speed that acquired martial artists cannot achieve. With the continuous force, it can force the opponent to breathe and not give the martial arts reaction time at all, which is also a way of thinking.

Even Li Yousheng was suppressed by him for a moment and could not free up his hands. He could only cover up more and attack less.

However, Li Yousheng is Li Yousheng. Even if he is at a disadvantage for a moment, he is still calm and relaxed. His movements are very cool. Even if he is a posture that blocks defense, he will not feel embarrassed. In the same storm, Qi Guangmu seems like a crazy tiger, while Li Yousheng is like rain hitting the banana leaves, falling flowers all over the sky, making poetry and picturesque.

Meng Shuai looked at it for a while and thought to himself: This kid's talent is really a bit messy. I was so uncharacteristic back then?

The emotions of the disciples below fluctuated with Li Yousheng's movements. Li Yousheng cheered loudly in good times. Li Yousheng was in a state of excitement, and Li Yousheng exclaimed in unison. The true feelings reminded Meng Shuai of the powerful home team stadium with a large number of fans.

After fighting for a while, Li Yousheng seemed to be ineffective and retreated step by step. Many disciples exclaimed in surprise, and some female disciples even covered their eyes and dared not look at them.

Han Fengzhi waved his fist and shouted, "Yu Dehao, Qi Guangmu, you have some skills." He immediately attracted an unhappy look. Han Fengzhi glared back without hesitation, and it seemed that he could fight at any time.

On the contrary, Meng Shuai was very calm.

From a standpoint, he should be on Qi Guangmu's side, but for some reason, he hopes that Li Yousheng will win.

Perhaps it was because he had the pride of a warrior, or he had a little bit of the youthful blood left, and he did not want his opponent to be defeated by others, but just hoped to end this grudge with his own hands.

On the other hand, he also clearly knew that Li Yousheng would definitely win in this game. No matter how confusing the scene, Li Yousheng would definitely win.

And it may be easy.

Amid the shouts of waves higher and higher, Li Yousheng suddenly made a light turn and fell behind Qi Guangmu.

Qi Guangmu was stunned and stopped in the ring, and the fist he had hit was too late to retract.

Li Yousheng covered his mouth with his sleeve and said, "I have seen through all your tricks, so let's stop here." He suddenly raised his foot and kicked forward.

Qi Guangmu was shocked and held the kick with both hands. Li Yousheng did not fall down. He kicked his left foot again, alternating left and right, and made seven consecutive kicks. Qi Guangmu continued to resist, sweating profusely, and his body was constantly retreating.

When he reached his seventh kick, Qi Guangmu retreated to the edge of the ring, protecting his head with both hands, and all of them became qualified to be beaten.

Li Yousheng kicked it out again, and there was a crisp sound, and Qi Guangmu shouted loudly.

Meng Shuai's heart sank and he said to himself: His bones are broken.

Amid the screams, Li Yousheng raised his foot again, and kicked Qi Guangmu Yujing off the ring like he was throwing off the toad on his shoes. With a bang, the dust settled.

Immediately afterwards, the cheers of landslides almost overturned the valley.

Li Yousheng bowed on the stage, as if a big star greeted his admirers, which naturally caused a lot of cheers. Even Meng Shuai felt that others were excited, but he was not excited, which seemed out of place.

However, Han Fengzhi looked at him disdainfully and said, "This kid is so uncomfortable to be polite. Let's go and see Junior Brother Qi. Although he performed poorly at the beginning, he was doing his best later. Unfortunately, he was not good at skill and had no choice but to be inferior to others."

Meng Shuai followed him, but shook his head secretly in his heart and said to himself: "Are a bad skill? This skill is more than just a bad skill. Li Yousheng is far behind him on eight roads.

The most obvious thing is that Li Yousheng, who claims to have countless inheritances in his family, can fake martial arts skills at will, has so far been useless for a single move, but ordinary martial arts swept across Qi Guangmu.

This game is the same as Meng Shuai's first game, with no reference at all. The comparison between the two has not even begun.

When he arrived at Qi Guangmu, he had already started to treat his injuries.

Compared to Li Yousheng's star-supporting moon, he was deserted and there were only two rescue disciples on his side, and he was silently wrapped in his wounds.

Fortunately, his injuries were not serious. Falling off the ring was nothing. The innate warrior was strong in muscles and bones. Not to mention ten feet, even a hundred feet of cliff might not die, and the ground was covered with fine sand. However, his hands were kicked lightly, his left hand was broken, and his right hand was shaking and he had to insist on wrapping his left hand with medicine.

Han Fengzhi looked at him and stepped forward to help him apply medicine and said, "Okay, it's over. You are not lucky. If you meet Li Yousheng in the first round, just treat it as a training session.

Qi Guangmu had already calmed down, but when he heard the three words Li Yousheng, he trembled like a hot fire, and said, "Li Yousheng? He is not a human being."

Han Fengzhi frowned. Seeing Qi Guangmu's injury, he didn't care. However, Qi Guangmu turned around and said to Meng Shuai: "Junior Brother Meng, Li Yousheng is not a human being. He is a god, a ghost, and a devil. Don't fight with him, otherwise he will regret it."

Han Fengzhi couldn't bear it and shouted angrily: "Okay, others are still ghosts. You can see how you look like a ghost, and you can't beat them. If you want to be the most powerful person, you will destroy your ambition. How could Junior Brother Meng be scared by you?"

Qi Guangmu seemed to have not heard it, and reached out to grab Meng Shuai and shouted, "Junior brother, don't fight with him. Listen to me, I won't lie to you. Junior brother, don't fight..."

Meng Shuai felt that his hands were cold and covered with sweat. He saw his breathing scattered, his pupils dilated, and his voice was even more unrestrained. It was quite abnormal. He was obviously stimulated, and his heart couldn't help but sink, and he felt a little panicked. Then he shook his head and drove away negative emotions - fighting against Li Yousheng, it was not enough to concentrate, so how could he be disturbed by distracting thoughts?

He said to Han Fengzhi: "Senior sister, do you have some medicine to calm your mind and give it to Senior Brother Qi. Senior brother was anxious and a little confused for a moment."

Han Fengzhi said, "I understand. Don't be influenced by him. We martial arts people rely on courage. Unless you completely withdraw and do not recognize this game, you must not be timid."

Meng Shuai said: "Of course. As long as my senior sister still supports me."

Han Fengzhi said, "I naturally support you. There are many people who support you. Don't be fooled by today's situation. Those who shout loudly are just a small group of people. Those who really hate him are not one or two. Moreover, he has not been living in a quiet place for so many years, and he cannot be without one of them knows his background. I'll ask you. Let's be prepared for any trouble."

Meng Shuai said, "Thank you, Senior Sister..." As soon as he looked up, he saw someone staring at him in the distance, clearly full of hostility. It was Zhu Huibing, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Let's take care of the things in front of you first. Can Senior Sister coach me the opponent in the next game first?"
Chapter completed!