So strong! So strong!!!

Zhao Gangyan's pupils condensed.

Bai Yufan is too strong! It's really too strong. It's much stronger than the one he met when he was reselected at the Ancient Martial Arts Federation, even better than Bai Yufan in his heyday that he had seen before!

"This is a pervert."

Zhao Tiezhu walked to Zhao Gangling and said with a smile, "He has been practicing all his time. This is better than you and has good talent. People with good talent are often those with good talent but harder than you. Bai Yufan is the best one."

"Is he a lost racial bloodline?" Zhao Gang-ling asked.

"No, he's just an ordinary person."

Zhao Tiezhu smiled and shook his head, saying, "He just put all his energy into martial arts practice, and with a certain talent, he has made him who he is now. Son, you must understand that talent is indeed terrible, but what is more terrifying than talent is a person's will to win and strengthen. As long as you have this will, you will definitely succeed."

"Um."

Zhao Gang-rye nodded and asked, "Then have you ever hit him?"

"In this world, there is a kind of person who is more terrifying than the talent but who works harder than you." Zhao Tiezhu said with a smile.

"Who?"

"main character."

Zhao Tiezhu grinned.

Zhao Gang curled his lips without writing and said, "Dad, you are naughty."

"Hahaha, it's not certain that I win or lose, but it's very difficult for me to kill him. Judging from the current situation, no one here can be 100% sure to kill him." Zhao Tiezhu said.

Zhao Gangyu nodded. It is no wonder that Bai Yufan can get such a high evaluation from me, who has always been shameless.

This is still an era of fighting for fathers after all.

Qin Song did not stand up again.

He seemed to have fallen into shock, and Bai Yufan did not take any action.

The medical staff came on the stage and took Qin Song down.

The whole scene was silent.

Whether it is the audience or the players of the competition.

They were all shocked by Bai Yufan's performance.

You know, none of the people who can come here to compete are weak players. It can even be said that these thirty-two people have represented the peak of martial arts in the world today.

Everyone here is a powerful man, a hegemon, and a hero. They often fight invincible in their own territory.

However, it was such a person who was completely abused by Bai Yufan here.

Even if there is a gap, it is not that big, right?

Could it be that there is any hidden operation here?

Or did Qin Song lose the benefits on purpose?

However, this is something that concerns national honor, how could it be that it is possible to lose intentionally?

As Qin Song was carried off the venue, the entire venue slowly heard the voices of discussion and exclamation.

The other thirty contestants all remained silent.

"Yamamoto, this Bai Yufan is really amazing."

One of the Japanese contestants, a very thin old man, said.

"Um."

The man named Yamamoto Kwan nodded. His name was Yamamoto Eiki, who was the most respected and powerful priest in the shrine. He was over 60 years old. Although his physical abilities were already declining, his strength was still unfathomable. The man around him could be said to be a priest who was almost as Qi Ming in the shrine as Yamamoto Eiki, whose name was Chiyehun, and both of them were Onmyoji.

Asami Yuma sat beside the two of them, with a slight smile on her face and said nothing.

Sitting not far from the two of them was a man full of muscles.

The man wore a pair of sunglasses on his face and looked cool, but it was not difficult to see from his slightly frowning brow that this man was also shocked by Bai Yufan's performance.

As the first stop of the opening, Bai Yufan really showed the momentum of China.

The whole of China was in an instant.

Whether on the Internet or other channels, countless people are impressed by Bai Yufan.

Although this was not what Zhao Gangliang wanted to see, Zhao Gangliang was still a little happy.

Excluding those reasons, both of them and Bai Yufan are fighting for China. At least before the two face to face, they are still considered allies.

The next thirty people left began the lottery ceremony.

The simplest way to draw lots is to build a big box, reach out to get a number, and then the opponent with the same number is the same.

A crowd of people came to the stage one after another.

Zhao Gang-ling and Zhao Tiezhu went on stage one after another. Zhao Gang-ling scored No. 5, while Zhao Tiezhu scored No. 8.

Zhao Gangliang looked at the information displayed on the big screen.

His opponent is from the United States...Hannibal.

Hannibal…

Zhao Gangqing frowned slightly and looked at the man wearing sunglasses.

Zhao Gangliang had met this man once. When he was in the Vatican, he didn't expect that his first opponent was him. He seemed quite destined to be.

Zhao Tiezhu's opponent is a player from South Korea. It is said to be the number one master in South Korea, etc. However, Zhao Gang-rye is not worried at all. If he can't even beat the stick, how can he play with the Baron?

Because there are the most people from Shenzhou among the 32 people, almost one-third of the competitions are participated in by Shenzhou people.

After the first game, the third game was a Chinese man who beat the British.

Both of them were masters, and they were very lively when they fought back and forth. In the end, the British won with a slight advantage.

There were also people from Shenzhou in the fourth game, but this time the master who was said to be from Wutai Mountain beat a master Jiu-jitsu from Brazil and made the second time for the Chinese people.

The fifth game arrived soon.

Zhao Gangliang simply moved his hands and feet and went on stage.

Hannibal, wearing sunglasses, also walked onto the competition stage.

"Wearing sunglasses indoors is a bit pretentious."

Zhao Gangliang said with a smile.

Hannibal had no expression on his face, and was still wearing sunglasses and didn't speak.

Looking at Hannibal's appearance, although Zhao Gang-ling seemed to be distracted, he felt alert in his heart.

When Hannibal first met, he was just an average master, but now he can represent the United States to attend this martial arts conference. It must be not just as simple as when he first met him.

With the command of the abbot.

The competition begins.

Zhao Gang-ling was not in a hurry to attack.

Because he couldn't figure out the other party's background, Zhao Gangqing just stood there and didn't move.

Hannibal took the lead.

He took a big step and rushed towards Zhao Gangling.

With this rush, the entire venue seemed to have been earthquakes.

Hannibal stepped on a footprint on the hard ground!

There were cracks on the ground next to the footprints!

How powerful does this take to step on every foot?

Zhao Gang-ling frowned slightly.

call!

Hannibal exhaled a breath of turbid air, and when he rushed to Zhao Gangle, he jumped high and then waved his fist.

Squeak squeak!

Zhao Gang vaguely heard a sound of the motor turning.

Super Warrior!

Sure enough!

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up slightly and he raised his hands with one hand.

Bang!

A dull sound came from the hands of Zhao Gang-ling and Hannibal.

Hannibal's arm was pressed tightly against Zhao Gang's arm.
To be continued...