Disassemble the second generation super martial arts system

"Call an ambulance, what are you still doing?"

Zhao Dafu kept pulling Qiao Ying, watched him faint from crying, then gritted his teeth, and commanded the little worker beside him in a deep voice.

When the ambulance arrived, Zhao Dafu sent him to the hospital again, and after a whole afternoon of tossing around, it was near evening before he was settled.

He didn't have any major problems, he was just overtired and exhausted.

Speaking of which, it was a good thing for him to cry today and vent for a while.

Seeing that Qiao Ying was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, Zhao Dafu also breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, it's not easy!
It's also a good thing that I came to see Qiao Ying today. If I let him go on like this, I don't know what it will look like.

Throughout the ages, there are not a few people who have gone crazy because of similar things, and he doesn't want Qiao Ying to become a lunatic too...

However, Zhao Dafu didn't know that after he left the hospital, the worker who sent Qiao Ying to the hospital with him took a picture of Qiao Ying on the sick bed...

"Have you heard? Tonight, the God of War in the East China Sea will fight against Yu Shengguan!"

"Have you heard? That student from Tunghai University is going to fight Yu Sheng again tonight!"

"heard……"

Before night fell, countless people had already started discussing the battle between Zhao Dafu and Yu Sheng that night.

It's no wonder that today is a rare Friday. In order to have a better rest on Saturday, most people will choose to have a carnival on Friday night and release their energy.

It seems that only in this way, the lazy sleep on Saturday will be taken for granted, and it will be more sweet.

However, Yu Sheng, one of the protagonists tonight, doesn't seem to have such an idea.

Before today, Yu Sheng didn't have any special feelings, but as more and more people gathered in the martial arts gym, the atmosphere became stronger and stronger, and Yu Sheng's heart began to become tense.

He lost twice in a row. If he lost again today, he really didn't need to hang out in the East China Sea.

This invisible pressure made Yu Sheng fidgety and had no intention of preparing for the battle. He didn't even notice when Ouqi entered the room, let alone answer Ouqi's questions.

Ou Qi shouted several times in a row, but Yu Sheng ignored him.

Really, dreaming!
With a cold face, Ou Qi glared at Yu Sheng angrily, then turned his head, smiled and helped his uncle Murong Ding to go inside and sit down, poured another cup of tea, and then walked to Yu Sheng's side, holding his hands together. Putting palms together, he slapped hard.

From a Buddhist point of view, this is called a slap in the face!
With this sound, Yu Sheng woke up from his distracted mind, and his dazed eyes refocused.

"Brother...uncle!"

As soon as he saw Murong Ding, Yu Sheng quickly stood up, walked in front of Murong Ding in two steps, and bent at ninety degrees.

"Okay, get up~"

After Murong Ding gave an order, Yu Sheng straightened up cautiously, but still bowed slightly. His respect or fear for Murong Ding was evident from this!
"After we came in, we saw that you were frowning, lowering your head and thinking hard, why, don't you know how to compete with that kid named Zhao Dafu?"

Yu Sheng blushed, too embarrassed to agree.

"What? Did we say something wrong?"

"Master Uncle Mingjian, I... I am really at a loss... at a loss!"

There was no other way, Yu Sheng could only bite the bullet and whispered: "Uncle Master doesn't know something, I... Before that, Zhao Dafu and I had two competitions, and we lost both... Now, now everyone knows Call me invincible, if I lose again today..."

"Humph!"

Murong Ding slapped the table hard and stood up abruptly.

Following his movements, Yu Sheng shrank his neck in fright, afraid that he would follow in the footsteps of the table and be slapped by Murong Ding.

But think about it, if Murong Ding slaps him, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing, at least then there is no need to compete with Zhao Dafu...

When Yu Sheng was thinking wildly, Murong Ding walked up to him in two steps, stretched out his hand, and lightly pressed on his shoulder.

Ok?
Wasn't it the expected beating?

Uncle, is this... transgender?

As if to confirm Yu Sheng's thoughts, Murong Ding said slowly: "Don't worry! Uncle Martial Raider will fight for you today! If that kid surnamed Zhao dares to mess around, Uncle Martial Arts will teach him a lesson! Hmph! A heretic without a teacher , dare to bully my Donghai Wumeng!"

Hearing this, Yu Sheng raised his head abruptly, his face full of surprise.

Martial uncle... Martial uncle would actually make a move for him? ! ! !

After his master died, no one really helped him out!
It is precisely because of this that his status in the East China Sea Martial League will get worse and worse, and he will eventually be reduced to opening a martial arts gym.

I have to say, people are cheap.

If an elder treats you badly all the time, if he suddenly treats you well once, it will make people feel grateful.

This is what Yu Sheng thinks now.

He only felt that in this world, his uncle Murong Ding was the person he was closest to, and that Murong Ding was the one who treated him best!

For a moment, Yu Sheng regained his confidence, clenched his fists, and said word by word: "Master, don't worry, I will do my best today!"

"Okay! Then you should adjust your breathing well, and the master will protect the law for you!"

"Thank you, uncle!"

Yu Sheng was inexplicably moved, and without wasting time, he immediately sat cross-legged, looked at his nose, nose, and heart, and began to adjust his breath.

Compared with Sheng's concentrated preparation, Zhao Dafu was much more casual.

After he came out of the hospital, he found a small noodle shop and ate a bowl of noodles, then rode his bicycle to Yu Sheng's martial arts gym.

Even though it was still early, he didn't wander around outside, and entered the martial arts hall on his own, like everyone who came to watch the excitement, huddled in front of the ring to watch the battle.

Even if the players in the ring add one piece, he may not be his one-on-one enemy. He still cheers up and cheers up below, having fun with Pippi.

Especially in the arena in the middle, as a hot match between Zhao Dafu and Yu Sheng before the competition, the two opponents today are still acquaintances of Zhao Dafu, a thin man nicknamed "Black Panther", and a big foreign man named "Tank" .

As soon as he saw him, Zhao Dafu was immediately happy, and immediately shouted with a smile: "Come on, Xiao Hei, I won the battle with that foreign devil, and I invite you to eat supper."

Coincidentally, as soon as Zhao Dafu finished speaking, he heard a woman's whining voice: "Come on Black Panther, as long as you win, he will be your trophy~"

On the ring, Xiao Hei, who was in the midst of a fierce battle with "Tank", heard two familiar voices one after another, and couldn't help being taken aback, and his footsteps also stopped.

It was too late and then quickly, taking advantage of the opening he showed, the foreign devil punched Xiao Hei and flew him upside down, and landed on the edge of the ring. The strange woman in the martial arts gym!