The next day at school, he met Banteng Tian Gang again. "Hey, Mr. Fujita," Bai Lang almost blurted out that your wife is great, but he managed to control it and said, "I’m going to sign up for the King of Fighting, but my teammates can’t get together. How about going to play together?" Fujita immediately stare big eyes when he heard this. "White classmate, do you want to sign up for King Fighting? ！”
"Don’t look at me like this. I’m also a martial artist who has realized Qi." Shirakawa and smiling rattan Tian Gang certainly won’t go to play together, but it’s King Fighting. Maybe you can become famous! But what does he want to be famous as a programmer? Whitewater before he refused to "don’t rush to refuse to consider such as? Or let Mrs. Tao also-don’t worry and don’t need your field, just like those stars. "
He patted Tian Gang, who was at a loss, and got into the car with a grin. Today, Mr. Fujita may be late. Of course, Sakata Qiu is still waiting for whitewater. Think about whitewater and give up the idea of pulling this glasses girl to the hotel. Now that there is a yin-yang harmony between lily and peach, Sakata Qiu becomes urgent. Whitewater can be less harmful to a little girl.
Therefore, he is very decent, but Sakata Qiu seems to be unwilling to walk. Shirakawa also talked about joining the King of Fighting. "So, do you want to join my team?" Whitewater looked down at Sakata Qiu, who lowered her head, and soon she raised her head and nodded heavily, which surprised the original and prepared a set of rhetoric. I didn’t expect it to be so smooth.
Nothing unusual happened during the whole study day. After class, Whitewater didn’t go to the club activities, so he took a leave and left with Sakata Qiu. Although he didn’t get the consent of Fujita Tian Gang or Fujita Tao, Whitewater denied that they would refuse him-how touching the friendship is.
The fight king registration point is not a very busy place to wait in line. This is a Dojo, a Dojo in the city of Tohoku, Tokyo. Is this a hand way? " Bai Lang is not sure, but he is here to register, not to pick a venue. There are three middle-aged men wearing Dojo ornaments at the registration office and one woman who should be in charge of registration-she has brains in front of her.
"Because there is no invitation letter, does your team have to listen to the qualifiers? Then your team name? " The three men let Whitewater pose as an angry man and became very kind after perceiving the fact that he was angry, and the woman also signed up for Whitewater. Anyone who can master the martial artist Naji has transcended the ordinary generation and reached the pinnacle of mankind, and everyone deserves admiration.
"Spray Little Tiger? Surf team? It’s too second grade. Let’s call Whitewater and his friends! " The woman took a look at Whitewater. "I called Whitewater Team for nothing." Whitewater looked at this woman. "The name is too long. I helped you to refine the central idea." Whitewater wanted to protest, but the woman also gave off the momentum. "Yo is also a master." Whitewater smiled and gave up.
"Where are your teammates?" The woman asked Shirakawa to push Sakata directly. "Well, this is the first Sakata Autumn and the other is Fujita Peach." He had already called Peach’s mobile phone. At this time, Peach had also entered the Dojo-she didn’t understand what it was like to wear a long trench coat, but Shirakawa was sure that it must be dressed in black. "It was the time to eat marrow and know taste …"
"Just in time to sign your name," Whitewater said. "This requires a signature instead of a private seal." Fujita Tao came over and signed what name? Huh? King fighting? " She just pinched her peach with a white face, so this woman directly brushed her name with a peach face, and by the way, she leaned against the white face, and the woman sitting in front of her head shot a sharp knife like a knife.
Listen to her whisper is "neither fish nor dog men and women …" Most of the time, after the registration, Whitewater got a form, which is his schedule for playing the qualifiers-but the specific opponents are to be determined.
When the deadline for registration is the preliminaries-Fighting King is a professional competition, and there is no secret competition in a dark corner. Usually, they will play in some public places and broadcast live from the preliminaries-if they can register, they will master the martial arts master and surpass the ordinary people. Of course, they will grab the ratings from the beginning.
This competition can earn a lot of money.
Whitewater dragged a Fujita peach out of the Dojo. "Ah, I’ll give you a car first, Sakata classmate." This classmate dare not say more, but nodded and let Whitewater give her a car. "Ah, your classmate? Girlfriend? " Fujita Tao should have shown his color since he had already talked to Whitewater. While rubbing Whitewater on his body, he asked him provocatively, "Let’s go back first if we are classmates."
Chapter three hundred and sixty-nine Game
After the successful registration, Whitewater was directly pulled into the hotel by Fujita Tao and said, "Celebrate a fart. I think it’s just a tight day!" Fujita dude hasn’t hung up yet. I have to re-examine him. He is an ordinary programmer … "Whitewater looked at the crazy coquettish peach and thought that the peach was very effective. An Tian Lily was not in love. Whitewater was angry and could enjoy World War I.
However, if you think about it carefully, the world identity of Bai Lang is just a 16-year-old high school student, and both Mrs. Lily and Mrs. Tao are twenty-year-old women. This is really neither fish nor fowl … "Old cows eat young grass?" Whitewater looks like a cowherd instead of a tender grass.
After the total registration is successful, he doesn’t want to shout that he is already the first of the four kings. It seems that there is no need to continue to make a name for himself, such as the white crane and the dragon tiger, the motionless statue of the king and so on. The second nickname is that others will continue to blow it to him, even if someone can shout it out on the first day-and then he will be a frequent visitor to the juvenile hall …
Lily of the valley that a few guys compete for the top of the lily of the valley whitewater seems to be going to the net sooner or later. Juvenile homes are the ones they really graduated from, and they can debut after graduation. "Maybe there will be major groups to recruit new clubs? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. "It’s normal to laugh at the thought of whitewater at the underworld job fair-what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what,
If White Crane Academy wants to organize, it is estimated that several people can gather together to set up the weakest academy underworld organization. White Crane Academy is a super fighter, but generally speaking, it stays in school, that is, sports clubs have very good people, but it is not the kind of thugs who practice martial arts and will not fight ordinary people. It is not that White Crane belittles these guys, boxing clubs or judo clubs. No one has the courage to kill a dog with his bare hands-they don’t have that kind of heart-killing.
Whitewater is a completely different creature from them, which Whitewater knows very well.
When I came out of the hotel and returned to the apartment, Fujita Tian Gang didn’t have a class yet. Fujita Peach Blossoms were radiant and delicate, which was very suitable for her name. She also made an eye at her and entered the room. Whitewater smiled and went home with a smile. "Do a good job every day! Do one good deed every day! Today, I saved Mr Fujita’s life. "Whitewater muttered shame words and went to rest.
It’s a little hard for him to wait for the fighting day for half a month.
One thing is still a little strange, that is, when Sakata Qiu walked, he suddenly said that he didn’t feel comfortable and wanted to have a rest, so he dragged Whitewater into the hotel … Whitewater in this bridge always felt familiar, and it seems that Sakata Qiu in the general hotel was also exposed like a deer …
Well, that’s the way it is-of course, Whitewater refused Sakata’s request to move to his house. What’s the matter with a little girl who has no reason to run away from home and live in a man’s house? That’s not good-I really want to know that Mrs. Fujita next door is still trying to get in. Whitewater will go back and talk to Mrs. Fujita about throwing garbage in her building.
Throw away the garbage and naturally follow Whitewater when it comes-even if Whitewater doesn’t invite her, it makes Whitewater marvel at the impudence of married women … But recently, Mr. Fujita’s complexion is very good, and the original white face is very restored. Whitewater silently reassures his friendship. After Tian Gang’s complexion is much better, it seems that their relationship is getting deeper and deeper-it’s really gratifying.
It seems that the world is still quite realistic-physical infidelity and spiritual loyalty are two different things, but in the end it will definitely become the same thing … This day will make Whitewater feel boring. "I don’t want to live in the Caribbean again because Tokyo is too hot." It’s only been half a month, and Whitewater thinks it’s longer than half a year.
And damn it, this An Tian lily appeared before him somehow, saying that An Tian Mediterranean peeked at the hostess who built a house next door to make up for this mistake, and she came to Whitewater again …
Whitewater was squatting burying his face in "elder sister, you have the wrong person? Why shouldn’t you look for me? " However, Mrs. Lily looked sorry, but she was very determined to pull the whitewater away.
Finally, in the first round, the opponent appeared a three-person fighter team from Kyushu. The last Aikido is to fill the number. The first two are martial arts masters. "Are there many such masters?" Whitewater also asked the special guest in the public number, and the other party replied that whenever there is a Dojo genre in the Shanli Sect, there must be a master of uniting and venting in the Dojo regardless of the branch Dojo, otherwise this genre will be numerous.
If there are few famous schools, there will be a martial artist, and there are two or three. In this way, there are about two or three hundred martial artists practicing venting in the whole day. At present, the name of the three-person warrior team is called "stubborn tuo", and dressing up is not a way, but a little modification. That kind of trick is also wearing a hood mask.
According to the regulations, this headgear mask has no defensive ability, but Bai Lang looks at these three guys’ masks and patterns and asks, "When did you become fighters?" The other party’s mask eyes suddenly flashed!
"Oh, you are as high as fans or fighters? Great, can we talk about it … "How come these three guys are in their thirties? They are still fans of rotten glue fighters. They are like martial artists, raising hundreds of people and all kinds of monsters." We are still competing! " Whitewater said naively, "Who is the first of the three generals, the first generation of generals and fighters?"
Whitewater fully exposed the fact that he is also a rotten glue … and two of his teammates are dressed a bit like Angelina Fujita. Tian Gang has also been said to let his wife play-after getting the first appearance of one million yen, and each contestant is one million, Sakata Akigen can’t see that it is the glasses girl but a beautiful girl with big breasts, sexy and charming.
It’s normal to dress up in white waves. It’s simple and casual. Suits and trousers are short. There’s a white shirt inside leisure suit’s clothes. Their fighting field is not a regular Dojo, but the street of the organizer of the competition is blocked to build a field like a rock stage-and there are lights and video broadcasts …
Chapter three hundred and seventy The first battle
"This is King Fighting. It’s more like a show business than a tournament-it’s really impossible without something real." The three stubborn monks across the street seem to have high morale. They think they will win-he is the only one who let the whitewater team understand the martial artist. Even if one person consumes most of whitewater’s strength, the second person wins the game conservatively, and they think they will win.
The preliminaries are a group competition system, not a single defeat elimination system-how can the money-making competition end so quickly? There are four teams in Whitewater’s team, the fighters and the stubborn Tuo team seem to be the second in the group odds. The pioneer heading is Whitewater, of course. He wants to pick three and the opposite heading seems to be the first generation of stubborn Tuo generals. This person will know that it is a hand way when he comes to pose.
Whitewater poses an ordinary posture. Is it gay or does it stand upright with its front legs dotted? The other tiger growls with his hands wrapped in air all day. "Is this a trick?" White waves with one arm and one vertical front leg lift their calves and hang them down into a defensive posture "Tigers roar!" The other party shamelessly shouted out the name of the move in exchange for the cheers of the audience outside. "What tiger growling is not a sudden move!"
The strength of this dash is a wave of impact, and the defensive posture of whitewater is naturally assisted by gas. He was pushed back step by step-he was forced to slide backwards, but the whitewater gas was still very powerful after all, so the opponent’s dash was supposed to be a defense, so he should push his opponent from one end of the field to the other, and he should at least push a quarter of a field, but now he has pushed whitewater less than a tenth of a field.
Impact potential stopped this guy even paused for a moment "this is not cancel! I caught your frame number! " Whitewater’s hand is to hit the first generation general with a punch, and then Whitewater directly punches a flowing fist to suppress the other side’s defense and constantly hit his defense posture-this is a skill victory.
White Wave Boxing is not as good as it used to be. The suppression of the personal world is still very strong, and the situation of the other side has also narrowed the gap with him. It is not so easy to be torn by gas to protect the body. Continuous blows have disrupted the gas of the first generation of generals. If the blood strips are used to express it, it is almost red and bright. If you want to let it go, it will be this time.
Bai Lang hasn’t put the killing skill yet. So far, he has been attacking and suppressing continuously. This is a skill to suppress a round of combo and hit the opponent’s red blood. It’s time to pick up a killing skill and send it to the opponent’s court-"Gale Boxing!" Whitewater also shouted out the lines of Grade 2 without shame. I don’t know what to shout. After shouting, the momentum is full, and even the hand strength is three points bigger.
White wave arm lifts the ground and suddenly there is a triangular cone-like white airflow wave. After the white wave lifts, it pushes against the ground and slides out at high speed. "It’s not supposed that this venue has two dimensions …" This idea has no meaning in actual combat, because gale boxing can be "tracked" with the performer’s mind, otherwise what is the trick? Sending it out can’t be controlled. It can be called a waste.
Gale fist directly hit the opponent, but it was stopped by this guy-the triangular cone airflow wave stuck to the ground was close to that moment, and suddenly Yang hit the cross-defense arm with a heavy blow. At this time, he followed his own gale fist and rushed into Gale fist to attack. At that moment, he had already jumped over the height of the first generation general’s head, and the whitewater kicked out from behind this man.
This foot is aimed at the back of the head of the other person 2.
Most of the opponent’s defensive gas is defending the gale fist in front, so he ate a kick of the first generation general servant "KO!" Miss Bikini with a placard shouted that there seems to be no referee in the King of Fighters competition … However, the medical team did have this first generation who was carried to the doctor for examination, and said that he realized that the gas martial artist was resistant to playing very much and would never die of arachnoid hematoma if he fainted for a while.
The second one is that the fighters drive the Lord in a wild and fierce way. This cargo is actually a type of war. It is a big jump and then a commanding kick. "Aren’t you a judo?" What is this big jump? " Whitewater also lost to deal with this big jump. It’s simple, but whitewater squats and punches out. This is more suitable for dealing with "Hey? Something! "
This guy’s foot with talons is actually a virtual tiptoe. As soon as he touches the whitewater fist, he immediately shrinks back to remove the whitewater strength. Then, with this strength, he has already set up the whitewater arm when he rolls his hands. This is the throwing skill in judo-this wild and fierce driver actually throws the whitewater out with his own punch.
This also makes him angry. His anger is like a noose, which disturbs the white water and makes him lose the ability to control and balance. So the white water is firmly thrown to the ground with a thud, which sounds as if the bones are about to fall apart, and the wild and fierce flooding master also takes advantage of the situation. It seems that he wants to solve the white water by strangulation on the ground, and directly rolls around and stretches the distance.
After pulling the distance, the whitewater crouches up directly, which is a knife light ascending to heaven, forcing the wild and fierce flooding master to fail to continue to catch it. After landing, he punched out and stopped the other party to grab it again. "This guy seems to have all kinds of throwing skills? I wonder if there is any flying skill? Test one! " Whitewater made a small jump and then raised his hand. "Is this it?" The ground was suddenly a tornado.
The position is just right in front of the wild and fierce flooding Lord, forcing him to defend, and then a series of tornadoes actually went through the block and retreated a little, pushing the wild and fierce flooding Lord four or five meters away from whitewater. It seems that he really didn’t fly out, but he had the breaking skills! As he yelled at this guy, his hands were attached with gas, and he actually smashed a tornado directly.