Kill him seven in seven out (additional compensation)

Author: The Pigeon of Absolutely

Kill him seven in seven out (additional compensation)

These black and white people stood up, and Huo Yunting's eyes twitched. Why? Is this asking him to fight on a rotating battle?

The judges who were sorting out the information from the stage saw the "scarlet" and stood up suddenly, and were shocked. They thought these people were going to rise up.

After asking, I realized that I always wanted to try Huo Yunting, Ren Qiu Chuanwu.

There is no way, the word "Chuanwu" is too high.

Giving this title represents the highest level of martial arts in China.

Even Mr. Yu, who has been practicing sword for decades, is just nicknamed Sword Saint and dare not take on the title of martial arts.

For the hundreds of Jianjiazi in the studio, Huo Yunting is a hot commodity.

Still the kind mixed with meat.

Although Ren Qiu Chuanwu's two championships made everyone know that this hot commodity is thorny.

But there is no way, the temptation is too great. Even with the thorn, they want to go up and take a bite.

Seeing that these people were not coming for them, Zhang Xiaohai and others felt relieved and quickly retreated from the stage and left the venue for the Lianjiazi.

Otherwise, watching the fun would not be a big deal, so the judges saw that they were going to fight the stage, so they simply sat down in the audience.

Looking at these group of martial arts practitioners with bright eyes, Wu Bin laughed happily, "Xiao Huo, if you win today, I will make a final decision for Ren Qiu Chuanwu's name, you can bear it."

"If anyone threatens you with this matter, what if you do? The Chinese Martial Arts Association decides for you. I, as the vice chairman, is still a bit authoritative."

This is true. He and Mr. Yu represent the highest points in both domestic martial arts.

In terms of civil authority, Yu Chenghui can be said to be the first person.

In terms of official authority, Wu Bin can be said to be the first person.

Folk certification is not enough.

If the official certification is added, no one dares to refuse to accept it.

"I said Lao Wu, you are so shameless. Fifty people beat Yunting one, what if? Can you do it?" Liu Baoshan was a little angry.

"Fifty people fought one by one, and more than half of them were beaten, so I recognized him as Ren Qiu Chuanwu."

Wu Bin's expression was very serious, not a joke, and Liu Baoshan couldn't say anything.

He glanced at the person standing up in the audience.

"I will select fifty good players from here later. As long as you can score half of them, Ren Qiu Chuanwu, I will accept it."

Huo Yunting was a little helpless and turned his head to look at Zhang Debang and Zhang Han. The two of them lowered their heads and stared at their crotch, looking like "I didn't hear anything."

Two things are so fucking unreliable.

He cursed in his heart, and had to nod, "Okay, Master Wu, let me see these fifty experts."

"To be honest, our practical experience is limited. At most, we can just gesture with ourselves on weekdays."

This is true. Ying is considered his derivative product, and it is not a lie to say that he is fighting with him.

I just don’t know if Wu Bin can win the shadows by picking out these fifty people?

Wu Bin smiled, "Then be careful, their daily opponents are all real people."

He patted Huo Yunting on the shoulder and got up to select these fifty opponents.

Fifty people were still within Huo Yunting's tolerance.

Originally, there were at least one hundred people who stood up, but now half of them are removed, so he has less pressure.

Wu Bin called the group of people down to choose one by one, and in a short while he chose fifty opponents.

"Master Huo, please."

Huo Yunting didn't say anything, took three steps at once, and one of them stomped onto the stage, "Who will come first?"

"I!"

A tall and thin man in a training suit jumped up and bowed his hand.

"Tai Chi champion of the 8th World Martial Arts Championship, Zhou Bin."

Huo Yunting also bowed his hand randomly, "Ren Qiu Chuanwu."

Today, I can't escape the fifty-year-old, so I can't lose this momentum.

"Good boy, it's so crazy." Wu Bin couldn't help but shout.

Then he poked Liu Baoshan beside him.

"Don't worry, Lao Liu, I'm watching. If you click until you click, you will definitely not hurt your precious apprentice."

"Hmph, he has more than me."

Wu Bin was a little surprised, "Oh? Why, isn't that 'Hundred Teachers' Fake' fake?"

I don’t know who spread the news, but it was said that hundreds of masters went to Huo Yunting’s house together and taught them all their lifelong learning.

But he just listened to it as a fun thing.

Let’s not talk about whether we can learn it yet. Can hundreds of masters learn their lives and teach them in one day?

Therefore, Wu Bin has always been skeptical about this matter.

"I don't know if there are hundreds of people, but there must be dozens of people anyway."

Liu Baoshan crossed his hands together and pursed his lips, "Just wait and see."

Huo Yunting and Zhou Bin fought back and forth on the stage, both of them were testing.

Since he dared to be named Ren Qiu Chuanwu, there must be something, and Zhou Bin dared not take action.

The two of them tried and tested each other, and the judges in the audience were confused.

One is the world champion and the other is the representative of Chuanwu. How come the fight is like a fight with a child?

Seeing that the judges in the audience were confused, Zhou Bin gritted his teeth and couldn't wait.

I am the first to play, and no matter how you say it, you have to start a good start. Even if you don’t say you win, you can’t lose too ugly.

He swung his left arm and stepped forward and quickly flew up. Huo Yunting put his arm around and blocked it. He took a lot of effort to take this kick.

"Bang!"

"good!"

"Brother Zhou is awesome!"

Listening to the applause and cheering in the audience, Zhou Bin also smiled slightly.

Huo Yunting frowned and opened the distance again.

This kick was really beyond his expectations.

I really didn't expect this to happen.

This force is actually...lighter.

The speed is also a bit unsatisfactory.

The reason why I didn't dodge or dodge just now was to see the strength and speed of the World Championship champion.

Some of it disappointed him.

Zhou Bin didn't know Huo Yunting's thoughts, and only thought that he had to withstand that kick without keeping up with his speed, and his confidence increased greatly.

Just as he was about to poke his palm up to the sun, he suddenly saw the other party stabbing his left rib with a palm.

He hurriedly put his palms away and blocked this move, and then he planned to use the classic Tai Chi move to knock him down with the five horses splitting manes in front of the lunge.

The reaction is also average.

Huo Yunting commented in his heart.

He raised his forearm and blocked his chest, preparing to pull it down, but unexpectedly, Huo Yunting's tricky hand suddenly poked his throat like a afterimage.

"Squeeze"

The sound is not loud, but it is poked in the throat. The sound can be poked to show how much force it is used.

Afterwards, Zhou Bin's limbs became weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"Very! Cough cough cough cough—Very!"

I retching for a few times and didn't spit out anything, but I really couldn't get up again when I fell to the ground.

The skills are average, there are some things, but they are still a bit fancy.

Looking at Zhou Bin lying on the ground, Huo Yunting made his final comment.

What a cruel move!

Wu Bin took a deep breath.

"Master Zhou, I'll give in." Huo Yunting bowed and helped Zhou Bin up.

Zhou Bin looked ugly, and he forced a smile, but he bowed his hands and was helped off the stage.

With a slightly closed eyes, he made a final evaluation of all aspects of this world champion-level figure.

not bad.
To be continued...