My 24-year-old Beautiful Boss

According to the address reported by Fei Huiyin, Xu Qingmo went all the way to a conference venue. The crowd was crowded outside, and the water was leaking, but Xu Qingmo and others did not go to the outer exchange meeting, but entered directly from the side door to the inner layer of the meeting hall.

The inner layer is not large, probably like a basketball court, surrounded by rows of seats, a square ring in the middle, and surrounded by railings. Wanting to come here will be the place where all parties compete.

At this time the field was almost full, most of them were a middle-aged man with two or three young people. It should be a martial arts master with apprentices, and there were a little more, probably big martial arts.

Xu Qingmo saw Han Buping and Qi Buyun, and both of them were standing behind a middle-aged man with a pale gray horns. They should be their masters. Next to them were Qin Hongye and an old man in a robe.

However, Xu Qingmo noticed that, except for one or two large teams, a banner was erected on the back, which wrote which school and which school, most of them had no sign.

After thinking about it, Xu Qingmo also understood. For example, Wing Chun, Hua Xia must not only be Qin Hongye's one, but several of them want to fight for orthodoxy, but no one is convinced. Only orthodoxy can be erected here. Naturally, no one can erect a flag. Fortunately, all people in a circle know each other even if they do not erect a flag.

As for Duan Jijun, Xu Qingmo also saw that it was one of the only two martial arts that erected the banner, Ba Ji Quan.

There are many young people around Duan Jijun who are about the same age as him. They all want to be his brothers, but Xu Qingmo doesn't care about them, but the old man in front of them can let him pay more attention.

As soon as Fei Huiyin entered the stadium, she immediately attracted a lot of attention. Fei Huiyin had attended several previous martial arts conventions, but at that time she was the principal of the Compassion Pavilion. This time, everyone naturally treated her like this. But when she saw only Xu Qingmo, a young man behind her, she was surprised.

There are customary rules throughout the scene, so there is no need for the organizer, and each can find a corresponding position to sit down.

Xu Qingmo sat down with Fei Huiyin, looked left and right, and asked, "What about the Mercy Pavilion?"

"Not yet." Fei Huiyin said.

Fei Hui's voice just came to an end, I saw the crowd suddenly nervous, staring at the door one by one.

Xu Qingmo also looked over and saw a group of people coming in from the outside.

There are four people in total, each dressed differently, not like martial artists, but like street geeks.

The head was an old man with a camel back, and a crutch in his hand. The crutch looked dark, maybe made of steel, and behind him was a handsome man with a slender figure and a green robe. It looked more like an ancient knight than anyone else present.

Further back, a tall, beautiful woman, wearing a cheongsam, opened the gaps on the sides to the thighs, shook her feet, and was fascinating. The last one was a young boy dressed like a hippie, with her hair braided and scattered. Down, there was a nose ring on the nose, and walked, shaking. There was a bang.

Needless to say, Xu Qingmo also knows that these four people are from Compassion Pavilion. Are these their opponents? Xu Qingmo tilted her mouth.

"Since everyone is here, then don't stop talking nonsense. According to the previous rules, I'm the first to gossip, who would want to come up?" A tall young man jumped onto the ring, shouting to the surroundings, his voice sounded like a thunder.

"I will come to you with Tai Chi Cao!" A young man rushed and jumped up.

The two fisted each other, exchanged their names, and started to learn.

Xu Qingmo had no interest after a few glances. The strength of the two men was about the same as Qi Buyun's, not to mention, and the two of them had reached the point where they would not be in danger of life. It seemed that it was an exchange meeting.

After a while, the small man was shot three times in the chest by the big man. He immediately backed away and confessed, and jumped down with shame.

"I won't step down and choose to continue the challenge, who will come!" The big man yelled.

Soon another person went up.

Xu Qingmo looked for a while, and roughly understood the rules here.

The rules of comparison here are not very strict. Every junior in each martial art can come to power, and if they win, they can choose to continue to accept the challenge, or if they step down and rest, then they will have no chance to lose.

This kind of rules is not rigorous, but this exchange meeting is not a strict qualifying match, it is just an exchange between various martial arts, the head of each martial arts has extraordinary eyesight, the next generation It can also be seen how the strength is roughly, so there is no need to strictly separate 1,223,345, because it will fight because of that, which is contrary to the original intention of communication.

Soon, those with a large number of martial arts will have an advantage. They have a large number of people, a large number of shopping malls, and their strength can not be underestimated. Naturally, they will win more games.

Some of the sects, only one or two disciples soon lost again, and they were completely reduced to supporting roles, but none of them stood quietly and sat in their positions watching the competition on the stage. .

"Eight poles Fang Zhiyuan!" A young boy on the stage kicked his opponent and hugged fists around him.

"Xingyi Han Buping!"

Han Buping couldn't help it, roared, and then ended.

He wanted to jump on the ring like those before, but he did n’t jump high enough. He tripped his railings and turned his head straight down to the ring. Fortunately, he supported his hands and turned around on the ring. Up.

"Ha ha……"

"Hahaha ..."

"Chen's handsome boy is really ashamed."

"Chen not skin that guy, I don't see his face hanging?"

There was an ironic rumor from the audience, and Han Buping was blushing suddenly, anxious to find a place to drill into it.

"Are you ready? Otherwise, don't say I'm sneak attacking!" Fang Zhiyuan yelled and awakened Han Buping.

Han Buping hurriedly fisted and set his posture.

Soon, the two men fought together, and Han Buping was not good at all. In addition, his heart was disturbed, and he made a lot of mistakes. However, Fang Zhiyuan was seized an opportunity, an elbow, and hit Han Buping. To his chest, slamming him against the railing.

"Who else!" Fang Zhiyuan screamed proudly.

"I haven't lost yet!" Han Buping yelled and rushed up again.

"boom!"

Fang Zhiyuan directly returned Han Buping with a knee, and put Han Buping on the ground, unable to climb up completely.

Fang Zhiyuan pushed Han Buping off the ring, so he could not get up again.

"Wing Chun Qin Hongye!"

Qin Hongye jumped to the stage and stared angrily at Fang Zhiyuan.

Fang Zhiyuan put on a posture and smiled.

Qin Hongye was even more angry, rushing to Fang Zhiyuan on a small broken step.

Fang Zhiyuan was in danger and was not afraid. When he saw the tricks, he resolved Qin Hongye's tricks one by one.

Qin Hongye's strength was originally equal to that of Han Buping. However, Han Buping is not Fang Zhiyuan's opponent, nor is she, but she is angry and plays well, plus Zhiyuan sees that she is a girl and wants to make fun That ’s why it ’s so difficult to understand.

Gradually, however, Fang Zhiyuan still prevailed. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before Qin Hongye loses.

Fang Zhiyuan thought about Qin Hongye's shoulder with an elbow. Qin Hongye's eyes flickered, but he did not dodge. He took the blow with his shoulder, and then grasped Fang Zhiyuan's arm with his left hand so that he was not hit. Fist hit Fang Zhiyuan's lower abdomen.

Inch punch!

Fang Zhiyuan was shocked. Wing Chun's boxing was still very powerful. He had to defend and immediately retreated.

However, at this time, Qin Hongye closed his fist directly, and released Fang Zhiyuan's arm in his left hand. The whole body was raised and turned, and his long legs were pulled out fiercely.

Whip Legs in Taekwondo!

Fang Zhiyuan did not expect that Qing Qin Hong Ye would make such a move. He did not respond, and was directly drawn to the face by Qin Hong Ye. The whole person fell to the ground and passed out.

Qin Hongye fell on the stage, flushed and excited, turning his head to look at his master, but his master sighed.

"Well, Wing Chun's descendants actually used Taekwondo, Qin Guguo, a good apprentice you taught." An old man said in a voice.

"Taekwondo, the stuff of Bangziguo, this is the face of our Chinese martial arts."

A mockery sounded from all around, Qin Hongye's face turned red, but she did not lower her head, her eyes swept away, and she was proud: "Whoever disagrees, come forward to challenge!"

"Come down!" Shouted the master of Qin Hongye.

Qin Hongye suddenly obediently bowed his head, then jumped off the ring.

Someone over there helped Fang Zhiyuan away.

Qin Hongye stood next to her master and lowered her head, but his master did not reprimand her. It is estimated that Qin Hongye often did this kind of thing, and he was used to it.

On the ring, the game continued.

Qi Buyun stepped onto the stage to meet the challenge and defeated five challengers in a row.

Xu Qingmo nodded, Qi Buyun's strength was good, but the most important thing was because he was stimulated by the previous things of Han Buping and Qin Hongye, and he was so extraordinary that he was so brave.

Two disciples in Bajimen have come to power, but neither is Qi Buyun's opponent. The last section of Jijun left and jumped to the stage.

"I urge you to give up." Duan Jijun smiled.

"I haven't beaten yet, I'll give up, it's too early." Qi Buyun said.

"Looks like the last lesson, you haven't eaten enough." Duan Jijun laughed and then posed.

Qi Buyun waited, he knew that Duan Jijun's strength was very strong for him, and to win, he had to exhaust 12 points of strength.

However, after ten moves, Qi Buyun still lost.

Only Duan Jijun stood on the platform and looked around, but no one dared to take the stage to fight.

The strength of Duan Jijun is obvious to all, and he does not consider himself an opponent of Duan Jijun.

"Oh, has the so-called martial arts been withered so much, such a child can dominate it." A harsh voice reminded.

The hippie among the four at Mercy Pavilion sneered.

"I come!"

The hippie twisted his head and stepped onto the ring.

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