The Absolute Sage Meets The Succubus In Time

The morning of the preliminary round.

Kan Mucheng woke up very early. After washing, he sat cross-legged on the sofa in a daze for half an hour. Now he felt as if he was about to go on stage for the first time to perform the most important performance, and he was worried that he was inexperienced. , and he is also very afraid of screwing up. It is estimated that he will remain in such a nervous state until he goes on the field.

Compared with those "fighting veterans" who have participated in many competitions, Kan Mucheng, who has too little experience, is still not strong enough mentally.

At this time, Lao Lin sent a text message saying that he and Nie Qingxia had driven to the downstairs of Kan Mucheng's house.

Before leaving, Kan Mucheng looked at the gift Wu Xin gave him. The heart-shaped smiling face on the glove seemed to cheer him up. He put his hand on it, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, and then he didn't look back. Walked out of the house.

"Sage, don't be nervous, we'll do it when we get there! Fuck them!" As the car drove on a somewhat congested road, Nie Qingxia suddenly stretched out his fist and waved it vigorously.

"Drive well!!!" Lao Lin immediately reprimanded loudly.

After supervising Nie Qingxia to adjust to the correct posture to drive, Lao Lin turned around and asked Kan Mucheng, who was sitting in the back seat: "What desire was lost today? It has no impact on the game, right?"

"No problem, don't worry."

"That's okay, just do it! Do it!" Nie Qingxia's whole body was filled with enthusiasm. He looked even more excited than Kan Mucheng, as if he was the one going to compete later.

"Don't forget, Xiao Cheng has a trick up his sleeve. His new ability can take advantage of the loopholes in the game. It's just a preliminary round, and he's a sure winner." Lao Lin was very confident about this.

Kan Mucheng said silently: "I won't be able to use my powers in the first game. I want to test my fighting skills."

"What!" Lao Lin and Nie Qingxia said in shock, "That... you have to use it..."

At the same time, Wu Xin was leaning against the big tree on the side of the road, clicking on the screen of his mobile phone in boredom, apparently waiting for someone.

"Finally remember your bestie? Do you still remember my last name?" A female voice came from a distance, and it was clear from her tone that she had great resentment towards Wu Xin.

"Oh Tzuyu! Don't be angry with me. Wasn't I too busy before? You and I won't change our relationship even if we don't keep in touch for a year."

"That's true." Shi Ziyu shook his thick and long braids.

Wu Xin stepped forward and took Shi Ziyu's arm: "How are you doing lately? Is your annoying brother still living at your house?"

"He moved away a long time ago. I don't know where he went to hang out again. Let's not mention him, why did you suddenly think of going to watch the Yuncheng competition live?"

"Because my...my apprentice has entered the competition, and I want you to come and take a look at him." Wu Xin lowered his head and said without confidence.

"When did you have an apprentice? No! Why are you blushing? Is your apprentice male or female?"

"Yes...it's a boy, but don't think about it. We are pure friends."

"Boy! Will I be pure to you? Do you know what you are talking about! It seems that the budding 'little girl' has forgotten her own powers!" Wu Xin's naivety made Shi Ziyu very angry, and she was angry De's face turned pale and he said, "Is it because you haven't contacted me for a long time because I have been teaching him how to fight? You won't have been taken advantage of by him, right?"

"No! He is really different from other boys, he...is like a piece of wood..."

"Hmph! You must have been brainwashed by the scheming man. I want to see what's different about him later!"

Shi Ziyu dragged Wu Xin and walked quickly forward.

…

In the Yunxiao Arena, Kan Mucheng sat on a chair in the private preparation room and looked up at the screen on the wall. He saw that the audience had already entered the venue one after another.

In the closed space, Kan Mucheng's thoughts were up and down, difficult to calm down, and even so confusing that he felt drunk.

Still as hopeless as ever...Why is your mentality so bad? I wasn’t that scared when I was fighting the peregrine falcon! What is the reason? Maybe I would relax without so many viewers?

Just when Kan Mucheng was still thinking about meaningless things, the shout of Mr. Chen, the person in charge of the Yuncheng Tournament, came from the screen on the wall: "Welcome everyone to the Yuncheng Tournament!!!"

Mr. Chen stood in the middle of the arena, wearing a neat black suit, holding a microphone in his hand and shouting to the audience: "Everyone who can come to watch the Yuncheng event is someone who knows fighting! You are the real fighting lovers. !Can everyone give yourselves some cheers!!!”

The whistles and screams of the seven or eight hundred spectators in the entire arena were deafening, and the atmosphere was instantly aroused!

"Sage! Sage! Sage!" Nie Qingxia shouted loudly in the audience, raising his hands.

"Xiao Cheng hasn't come out yet, I was called early..." Lao Lin looked helpless on the side.

"Today you can enjoy as many as eight matches. I know you can't wait. Without further ado, please enjoy this fighting feast!!" Mr. Chen bent down and put the microphone to his mouth. , "The first game is about to begin!!! Mo Di vs. Yang Bushuang!!"

After Mr. Chen called out their names in a special tone, the domed iron cage in the center of the arena slowly fell. Mo Di and Yang Bushuang, led by two beauties in short skirts, walked away from both sides of the iron cage. Go in.

Yang Bushuang was one of the contestants who impressed Kan Mucheng during the previous draw. Today, he had his long hair tied up, his feet were bare, and he was only wearing a pair of tight shorts. He still wanted others to notice his unusually thick legs. thigh.

There is nothing eye-catching about Mo Di. He is an ordinary boy with short hair. His clothes, hairstyle and appearance are all too ordinary.

As the referee reaches out to signal, the game officially begins!

Mo Di put his hands in his pockets, smiled confidently at Yang Bushuang and said, "Your legs seem to be very powerful? How about we stop using our arms?"

Yang BuShuang snickered and opened his mouth slightly, looking like he was about to make some taunts. Just as Mo Di was waiting for his answer, Yang BuShuang instantly closed his mouth and kicked Mo Di in the head with a high speed. .

Mo Di reacted quickly. His head tilted back slightly, and Yang Bushuang's toe brushed a centimeter in front of the tip of his nose. He dodged it without any risk.

"Sneak attack? How insidious! Since you didn't answer, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

After saying that, Mo Di rushed forward, but he didn't make any offensive moves after getting close. He seemed to be deliberately waiting for Yang Bushuang to attack him. His expression was as relaxed as if he was teasing a child.

Yang Bushuang then angrily kicked Mo Di dozens of times, but none of them could hit him, and this was on the premise that Mo Di never took his hands out of his pockets.

Feeling that he had been tricked, Yang Bushuang became angry and launched an even more violent attack. A series of high kicks, low kicks and knee strikes were "thrown out" as if for free, so fast that even the audience could not watch. It was too clear, but in the end I could only kick the air.

Yang Bushuang was breathing heavily. It was obvious that his physical strength had been exhausted, and his speed and strength continued to decrease.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Yang Bushuang no longer cared about his self-esteem, and then suddenly reached out to grab Mo Di's clothes, trying to fix Mo Di in place, but Mo Di slipped out from his hands like a flexible loach. .

"Didn't you agree to only use your legs? If you use your hands, you will lose. I won't fight!"

"What? No fight? When did you say you'll lose if you use your hands?"

Yang Bushuang was stunned. Mo Di seized the opportunity at this moment and kicked the vulnerable part between his legs with a bottom-up kick.

As "Buanshuang" covered his lower body and let out heart-breaking shouts, the mouths of all the audience opened wider and wider, and the next second, Mo Di mercilessly kicked Yang Bushuang, and again. ...Where to aim...