My Dantian is a world

After returning home, Qi Xu fell into a deep sleep without even realizing it.

This time, he did not choose to enter the Dantian world, but relaxed his mind after a long absence and fell into a dream.

I don’t know that I am a guest in my dream. Around 5:30, my biological clock urges me to wake up naturally.

As soon as they opened their eyes, the carp stood up in order, put on their coats, and went to wash up.

"Susu..."

Cold tap water flowed from the faucet.

He washed his face with cold water, cheered himself up, fixed his hair, and took a deep breath, feeling much relieved.

Today is the first day of the competition.

According to the procedure, go to school at seven o'clock and arrive at the No. 1 Martial Arts Vocational Training High School in Qingjiang City. Then there will be a long and smelly opening ceremony, and the official competition will be held at ten o'clock.

There is no lunch time.

After all, there are more than 500 contestants, so it is still difficult to complete the first round in one day.

There was a cool breeze in the early morning, and Qi Xu took a deep breath of white breath. Before the sun came out, he carried his backpack, broke out of the darkness, and arrived at the school.

Before entering the class, the bus was waiting at the school gate early. After getting on the bus in order, they sat down in a random seat. Almost everyone on the bus was already there. They looked around in unison and felt a little embarrassed.

He was the last one to arrive.

Fortunately, Director Zhang hasn't woken up yet, so he won't make everyone wait for him to get on his way.

Soon, Director Zhang arrived late. After boarding the bus, he laughed loudly at the students on the bus: "Everyone, just show your skills. Although our No. 2 Middle School is inherently deficient, we cannot compare with their martial arts skills." We are not trained students, but I believe that the students in our No. 2 Middle School are all good!”

"Friendship first, competition second, if there are no problems, let's go!"

No one responded to Director Zhang's words. Everyone was closing their eyes to rest and recharge their batteries, and the same was true for Qi Xiu.

Eagle falcon strength, cannon fist, gun finger...

My own means are still too few.

Qi Xu sighed deeply in his heart.

The scenery outside the window passed quickly. Before seven o'clock, he followed the bus to the competition venue Qingjiang No. 1 Wupei.

After getting off the bus, Qi Xu discovered that there was a breakfast vendor at the school gate, so he bought a few steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk, and ate them all.

"If you eat now, aren't you afraid that your stomach will feel uncomfortable later, which will affect your ability to perform?"

Wu Ruqing stood next to Qi Xu and couldn't help but ask when she saw Qi Xu eating breakfast happily.

Qi Xu took a sip of soy milk and said nonchalantly to Wu Ruqing: "What are you afraid of? The game won't be until ten o'clock, and you don't know when I will play."

After hearing Qi Xu's words, Wu Ruqing thought about it carefully.

Makes sense.

So I also went to buy breakfast.

When Yan Ji, a transfer student in the same class as Qi Xu and Wu Ruqing, saw this, he was also thoughtful, and then bought a bun and fried dough sticks.

It seems to be for the sake of being gregarious.

At this point, the representatives of the other two classes also looked at each other.

soon,

The style of Qingjiang No. 2 Middle School is different from other teams.

Representatives from other schools stood straight and waited quietly.

The representatives from Qingjiang No. 2 Middle School ate steamed buns and fried dough sticks, and those who didn’t know it thought they were on an outing.

Representatives from other schools looked at Qi Xu and others strangely, but Qi Xu was so arrogant that he would not be criticized by worldly eyes. After finishing his breakfast, he suddenly felt that someone was looking at him. He immediately raised his head and turned around. Looking in the direction of intuition, he looked towards the third floor of the teaching building of No. 1 Wupei and looked at a window.

There, standing two boys.

For a moment, Qi Xu looked at them.

…

"Are they here to eat?"

Across the window, on the third floor of the No. 1 Martial Arts Teaching Building, a young man wearing martial arts uniform smiled at his companions: "Which school is this from? Is it the No. 22 Middle School in Xiyuan Town? What a bunch of old haters, don’t you think so, Jiang Donghe.”

"They are in the second middle school, not the 22nd middle school."

The boy next to the boy, wearing a martial arts uniform embroidered with golden lotus flowers, said calmly: "I am from Xiyuan Town."

Hearing Jiang Donghe's words, the young man's expression suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Well...that's not what I meant."

"Fan Zaibo."

Jiang Donghe spoke calmly, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "The leader of the No. 2 Middle School team is Wu Ruqing."

Fan Zaibo yawned and seemed to have no feeling about the name: "What's wrong with her? Is she very powerful?"

"Well, I played against her in the junior competition in Lingshui City when I was a freshman in high school." Jiang Donghe said.

When Fan Zaibo heard this, he immediately smiled slightly, as if he had seen through something, and then said: "What is her rank?"

"The top four."

Jiang Donghe yawned, and then said to Fan Zaibo: "So I am very impressed by her."

"Are you impressed by the top four?" Fan Zaibo was quite surprised.

"Well, I beat her in the quarterfinals, and she stepped on me to get to the top four." Jiang Donghe nodded.

Fan Zaibo:......

"But that's all in the past, and I'm no longer the same person I was then."

The corners of Jiang Donghe's mouth raised slightly, and then he said confidently: "This time, I will defeat her openly and let her know who Qingjiang is number one."

Suddenly, Fan Zaibo noticed something and said to Jiangdong Hedao, "Wait a minute, did the guy in front of Wu Ruqing notice us?"

"It doesn't matter. Except for Wu Ruqing, the other students in No. 2 Middle School are guys like Yan Ji who have no hope of becoming representatives in the First Martial Arts Academy. There is nothing worth paying attention to."

Jiang Donghe yawned, and then said: "That guy may just happen to see us, but since he saw us, if we draw him, let's teach him a lesson."

After that, he closed the curtains and stopped looking.

When Fan Zaibo heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and his voice was heard: "It's best for me to take action. My strength has just reached 230 points. Although my family martial arts skills allow me to fight with guys with strength of 270/280 for a while, if possible, I still hope to fight with these guys with about 100..."

In between the words, it seems that Qi Xu's ending has been determined.

The main point is confidence.

…

“Those two people seem to have the power of several Nuanxiang Pigs.”

Qi Xu thought to himself: “It’s a strong opponent. According to Luo Qiuchan’s booklet and description, the people who fit the description in the First Martial Arts Academy should be Jiang Donghe, the favorite to win the championship, and Fan Zaibo, a young player who is said to have great potential.”

While thinking, Director Zhang suddenly stepped forward and led the students to attend the opening ceremony.

After Qi Xu followed, the principal of the First Martial Arts Academy and the leaders of the Municipal Martial Arts Education Bureau were already in place.

The competition venue is in an indoor venue, which is divided into four areas in a ‘field’-shaped structure.

The rostrum is in the center of the audience.

In the center of the ring, there is a huge suspended screen, which will broadcast exciting games.

The medical team is already in place.

The audience is also crowded with people, and it seems that many parents and spectators who come to watch the excitement are already in place.

More people are coming one after another.

In addition, in the central position

"Next, I will say a few words."

A leader stepped forward to give a speech: "To promote the health of young people across the country and improve martial arts..."

It took about 20 minutes to finish.

Then, another leader came on stage.

Despair.

Why is it like this in the martial arts world?

Qi Xu sighed, and the three leaders talked nonsense for a long time before finishing their speeches.

Accompanied by a bell.

The draw began.

Qi Xu was bored, and the classmates around him had nothing to say, although they were on the same school team as him.

But sorry, Qi Xu didn't know any of his classmates except Wu Ruqing and Yan Ji.

After all, those who could represent the competition were either transferred from Wu Pei, or Wu Ruqing, who was on leave and competing everywhere, or those who were taught individually after the first year of high school.

Qi Xu was the only student who opened up his Dantian in the third year of high school.

Yan Ji was a very outgoing person. Seeing that no one was talking, he took the initiative to approach Qi Xu and said to him, "Who do you think will play in the first game?"

"I don't know."

Qi Xu fiddled with his phone and sent a message to Luo Qiuchan.

He didn't see where Luo Qiuchan was.

"The draw is over."

Director Zhang came back after drawing lots, his face flushed, and said everyone's numbers: "Wu Ruqing No. 114, Yan Ji No. 35, Qi Xu No. 81..."

Numbers were posted one by one. After Qi Xu read his number, he memorized it.

"In three minutes, look at the big screen. The eight players in the first group will appear, and the next two groups will also be announced. You have to wait in the lounge in advance..."

Director Zhang talked about the rules in a rambling manner.

Qi Xu listened very seriously.

"Who do you think will play in the first group?"

Yan Ji whispered beside Qi Xu, and Qi Xu also waved his hand, indicating that he didn't know either.

Not long after, a bell rang, and the draw was over.

The big screen began to jump.

Soon, a set of data appeared on the big screen.

[The first match on the No. 1 ring, Qingjiang No. 2 Middle School, contestant No. 81 Qi Xu, vs. No. 1 Wu Pei, contestant No. 6 Fan Zaibo, both parties are requested to rush to the No. 1 ring within five minutes, otherwise it will be regarded as a forfeit. ]

Seeing the name on the screen, Qi Xu was stunned, and Yan Ji beside him was also stunned.

Then, Yan Ji looked at Qi Xu with pity and said to Qi Xu: "Good brother, it seems that you are being used as a stepping stone."

"Although it is sad to be eliminated in the first round, I wish you good luck."