Ghost Valley descendants in the city

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The total venue of the Beijing Gymnasium can accommodate up to 20,000 people at a time.

Today's competition, thanks to the deliberate publicity of the students from the island country, has caused a stir in the entire capital. It is also free to watch, so the venue is almost full.

At some point, the center of the venue erected a huge arena about ten meters long and wide. The arena was surrounded by hemp ropes as thick as a thumb. Powerful lights poured down, illuminating the entire arena.

Just like daytime.

The game has not yet started, and the stands are already bustling with activity. Some people are eating melon seeds, some are studying the promotional posters for the competition between the two, and most people are speculating on the outcome of the game.

A VIP room in the gymnasium.

"Yin Xiao, how are you preparing?" A beautiful young woman wearing a purple phoenix cheongsam stood in front of a transparent floor-to-ceiling window, with the entire huge arena in full view.

"Everything is ready." Yin Xiao replied, standing behind the beautiful young woman.

"I don't want any accidents to happen!" The beautiful young woman looked back at Yin Xiao and said calmly.

"There are our people around the ring. There are also snipers on top of the venue, which can completely cope with any emergencies!" Yin Xiao replied with a stern expression. Yin Xiao paused, with a look of hesitation on his face.

.

"If you have anything to say, just say it!" The beautiful young woman turned her head away and said calmly.

"Madam, if we really save him in this way, madam will face pressure from all aspects. If someone with intentions takes advantage of this matter, I'm afraid..." Before Yin Xiao could finish her words,

was interrupted.

"As long as we can keep him alive, everything else doesn't matter. Yin Xiao, you won't understand!" the beautiful young woman sighed.

"Yes, madam!" Yin Xiao stopped talking and stood quietly aside.

Beijing. A private club.

This is a huge private room. There are several huge display screens hanging on the walls of the private room. One of the display screens played all the fights Zhong Yiming had at Huaqing University, and finally showed Zhong Yiming's fights with the National Security Bureau and

Yang Hu's game was all played.

After Zhong Yiming punched Yang Hu away, the image on the display suddenly changed and showed a relatively short man holding a Japanese sword.

Several fights of this man were played on the screen. In each fight, this man only struck once. After the strike, blood spurted out and the opponent fell down.

After this video was played, all the screens in the room lit up, and the picture on them was the huge arena in the Beijing Stadium.

The angle of the arena displayed on each display screen is different. In this way, the entire huge arena is presented to everyone without any blind spots.

"Everyone, the game will start in ten minutes. You can place your bets now. The odds of China Zhong Yiming is 1.2, and the odds of Island Country Beigong Liuyun are 0.9. Through these short videos, everyone must have it.

Make your own choice and start!”

A tall, rough-looking, but young man held a cigarette in his mouth and said to dozens of people in the private room with a smile on his face.

"I wonder who Young Master Nangong is more optimistic about?" someone asked this man.

"Nangong Yin is a dealer, how could he tell us!" Someone said.

The man, known as Nangong Yin, waved his hand and said with a smile: "If I was, I would definitely make the bell. The boy looked pleasing to the eye."

"Cut!" Nangong Yin's words attracted a booing, apparently did not listen to him.

Later, the big brothers of these business circles picked up the pen and wrote them on their checks.

At the same time, a young man sitting next to Nangong Yin, a young man holding a laptop computer. He sent a text message group about the odds of the battle between the competition.

Of course, those who can receive this text message are not rich or expensive.

Beijing. Stadium.

"Madam, Nangong Yin, the young master of the Nangong family, sat in the village with this game and issued the odds of both sides!" Yin Xiao glanced at the text message in the mobile phone and said forward.

"What is the odds?" The beautiful young woman frowned and asked.

"Zhong Yiming's odds are one -two -two, the odds of Beiyong Liuyun are 0.9." Yin Xiao replied.

"Huh! Vote a billion bell to win!" The beautiful young woman said angrily.

"Yes!" After receiving the reply, Yin Xiao returned a message.

For their identities, the most important thing is face. A message is enough to explain everything.

"Xiaoya, someone takes this game to take a gamble!" Sitting at the forefront of the ordinary audience, Fang Hao looked at the text message on the mobile phone to Fang Yaxin next to Fang Yaxin.

In order to be able to see Zhong Yiming at close range, Fang Yaxin and Fang Hao did not choose the VIP private room, but sat on the side of the platform near the ring.

"Dad, you are also betting. Brother Yiming won!" Fang Yaxin said with a smile.

"Okay. That dad will win 50 million yuan." Fang Hao also smiled, and then returned a message.

As soon as Zhong Yiming walked out of the lounge, Zhang Siqiang called for him.

"Yiming, someone takes your game to bet on money!" Zhang Siqiang said to Zhong Yiming to Zhong Yiming.

This information was reposted by Zhang Siqiang's father, Zhang Guotao, and asked them if they should bet.

"Nainai, so I don't like me!" Looking at his odds so high, Zhong Yiming said angrily.

"My dad has voted for 100 million on you. He asked you not to cast himself?" Zhang Siqiang asked.

"Vote! Of course! Ask your dad, my dad, my 40 % shares are now worth, and put all the money on my own!" Zhong Yiming smiled.

"Okay!" Zhang Siqiang ran aside and called his dad.

Just when everyone was busy betting, a middle -aged man in a suit leather was on the platform with a microphone. This middle -aged man was the host of the Beijing Stadium.

As the lights flickered on the field, everyone was quiet and gathered on the ring.

"The long -awaited youth competition competitions of the two countries start now. I won't say much about nonsense. First of all, there are our home players, Zhong Yiming from Huaqing University!" This middle -aged man did have a high level of accomplishment in hosting

In a few simple sentences, the atmosphere in the field is raised.

Well!

The applause was thunderous, and it could not be calmed for a long time.

Zhong Yiming gave himself a shameless note, and then heard the shout outside, and then slowly walked out.

As soon as Zhong Yiming came out of the aisle, the applause that had not yet calmed down, and he rose up again. After walking to the ring, Zhong Yiming bowed to the audience around him one by one.

"Teacher Zhong will win!"

"Teacher Zhong will win!"

"..."

As Zhong Yiming came to power, those students from Huaqing University could not instantly excite. They pulled up a long banner and shouted together.

For today's game, Chen Ruxue deliberately helped Zhong Yiming buy a set of white SE's practice uniforms. Loose practice clothes were very decent on Zhong Yiming's body, and even had a little taste of the master.

"Zhong Yiming from Huaqing University, 20 years old this year. As far as we know, he is best at Sun Tai Chi!"

The middle -aged man briefly introduced Zhong Yiming, and then said: "Next, we invite the Great Kita Palace Liuyun from the Bei Palace family of the island!"

As soon as the words fell, accompanied by a few people, a black SE -fitting North Gong Liuyun came out of another channel and came directly to the ring.

Bei Gong Liuyun's body shape is slightly smaller than Zhong Yiming, and the appearance is quite popular. If you lose it into the crowd, you will never find the kind.

He was holding a knife, standing on the other side of the ring, and staring at Zhong Yiming with a sarcasm.

"Bei Palace Liuyun from the island country, 22 years old. The best thing is the" one -size -fits -all "of swordsmanship, and at the same time, it is also an eight -segment karate master." The middle -aged man briefly introduced the Beiyong Liuyun.

"Tell you another news. This game that the two sides are about to play are a battle of life and death! What is the battle of life and death? It is the" life and death "with a legal effect before the war.

After the shape, unless one party takes the initiative to defeat, it is not dead! "The middle -aged man took a clip from the hand of the staff under the stage and said loudly.

Well!

There was an uproar under the stage. The audience under the stage thought it was a friendly study between the two countries. What made them unexpected was that this turned out to be an endless battle of life and death.

"How could this be like this?" Chen Ruxue on the stage covered his mouth and said shocked.

Zhang Siqiang said helplessly: "A short fear of you, so I didn't tell you!"

Chen Ruxue nodded and stopped talking. But from her eyes, we can see a strong concern.

"Dad, I am so worried about Brother Yiming!" Fang Yaxin was also worried.

"It's okay. You have to believe him!" Fang Hao was also surprised, and then comforted.

"Two, first signed this agreement!" The middle -aged man opened the folder and took out a pen.

Zhong Yiming turned around, saw Yang Hu nodded, and then moved forward. He signed his name and pressed the handprint on this "life and death".

Beiyong Liuyun also signed the name on it and pressed the handprint, and then stared at Zhong Yiming's mockery with his feet: "Give you a chance. Now you can admit defeat!"

"You have no chance. Wait for death!" Zhong Yiming sneered.

The voice of the two did not deliberately low, so this full of gunpowder dialogue spread throughout the audience under the action of the audio.

"Affectionate, kill him!"

"Zhong Yiming, come on! Huaxia will win!"

"This buddy is domineering, so fucking!"

"..."

The arrogant words of the Beiyong Liuyun were ridiculed and despised by the Chinese people.

"The agreement is signed, you can start." After the middle -aged man said this, he walked down the ring with a clip.

"Yiming, continue!" Yang Hu lost "Shengsheng".

Zhong Yiming caught this Tang Dao and sneered:

"Say, how do you want to die!"

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