The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Admit defeat! We admit defeat!"

Only then did Yan Feng react and quickly shouted to the staff.

It’s no longer enough not to admit defeat.

According to the rules, if the two sides are interfered by one side during the competition, the other side will be directly judged as the winner.

After the staff announced the winner of the competition, everyone hurried to Yan Weiwei's side to check the injury.

I felt relieved when I found that apart from a bruise on my arm and some loss of strength, there was nothing serious.

Yan Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yan Weiwei was fine, but turned around and cupped his hand towards Li Lei.

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Excellency!"

That's right, in Yan Feng's opinion, it was completely impossible for Meng Lang to fly up and block that shocking blow.

Whether he is a martial arts practitioner or not, he can tell at a glance just by looking at the clues on his body's muscles, bones, hands and feet, and his observation skills are no worse than Holmes'.

He was certain that Meng Lang had no characteristics of a martial arts practitioner from head to toe.

An ordinary person can easily block Li Leisha's big fist. Isn't this a joke?

Then there is only one explanation...the other party stopped at the last moment!

According to his estimation... he was probably afraid of killing someone!

"Oh~" Only then did everyone react, showing such expressions.

This explanation is very reasonable!

Yan Weiwei and several other insiders present could not help but twitch their lips when they heard that Master Yan actually passed the credit to the other party.

The person involved, Li Lei, was also a little confused.

Did I just... keep it?

Is this a secret mockery of me, or is this just a polite remark from the other party?

He couldn't turn his head, but his eyes were still fixed on Meng Lang, and he was still thinking about the scene that just happened.

"I clearly used all my strength to strike with my hammer, but it was as if I had struck it into a thick swamp. The force quickly diminished, and I couldn't feel the counter-shock force it should have had at all..."

He lowered his head in confusion and looked at his feet two steps forward.

There was a pair of large footprints about half a finger deep on the ground, which were left when he fell from the sky just now.

His eyes slowly moved up to where the young man was standing.

There are also a pair of footprints there, but those footprints... are extremely shallow...

"Hiss~" Li Lei's pupils shrank.

What a powerful force-relieving technique!

The earth and stone ground are soft, and the shallower the footprints are, the more it means that the force of his blow was almost completely digested by the opponent's body before it reached the ground...

"Leizi, are you okay? Let the master take a look."

Master Li had already walked over at this time, thinking that he was gasping in pain, and quickly checked his injuries.

"This injury..."

After the inspection, Master Li couldn't help but feel shocked.

The area just kicked by Yan Weiwei was blue-purple, with blood oozing out from under the skin.

"What does it feel like?"

"Breathing is not smooth, I have almost completely lost consciousness below my right shoulder, and there is a dull pain in my chest." Li Lei frowned.

"Sure enough, he suffered internal injuries..."

Master Li looked at Yan Weiwei over there, with envy, jealousy, and a hint of fear in his eyes.

Such a young An Jin is no longer a genius, he is simply a monster!

It would be fine if the blow just now killed him, but if he didn't, he would be in trouble...

"It's right not to have any impulse. It's okay. It's just that the meridians are blocked and the qi and blood are blocked..."

Master Li seemed to be someone who knew medicine. He immediately asked Li Lei to sit down and started using massage techniques on his right shoulder to unblock his menstruation, activate his collaterals, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

The other side.

"Weiwei, you did a great job!" Yan Feng looked at his daughter with great relief.

Although he lost the competition, his Yan family has a secret master, which is a real win!

Even if there is no ranking today, just the prestige bonus brought by an dark power master is enough to make the Yan family glorious for another few decades. What else can he be dissatisfied with?

Kong Wu also exclaimed with joy on his face, "Yes, Weiwei, I didn't expect you to be able to break through An Jin. Even though we lost this battle, it's still an honor!"

"Senior sister! You have really mastered An Jin. Isn't it so powerful?"

"Sister Weiwei, you are my idol from today on!"

"Senior sister is mighty!"

It was obvious that they had lost, but the "Twelve-Road Tan Leg Mountaineering Group" seemed to have won, without any low mood at all.

"Hey! Are you so happy that I lost?"

Yan Weiwei had a dark face.

She had a breakthrough, but this was not what she really wanted...

"Master Yan, would you like to change someone to continue the challenge?" the staff there asked according to the procedure.

"us……"

"We still want to challenge!"

Yan Feng was about to give up the challenge, but Yan Weiwei interrupted him.

"What?"

Everyone looked at her in shock.

"Weiwei, you have already lost. Do you still want Xiao Fan to defeat that Li Lei?" Yan Feng said helplessly.

Fan Shigang suddenly shrank his neck, but Junior Sister Kong was present and it was difficult to act too cowardly, so he could only bite the bullet and said.

"Ahem! How about... I go up and try?"

"What are you trying to do? With the skills of a three-legged cat like you, even if I ask you to go up with one hand, it's just to deliver food!" Kong Wu rolled his eyes at him.

Then he looked at Yan Weiwei, thinking that she was unwilling, so he hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth.

"How about... I show off my old face and fight with that kid? I'm older, but after all, I'm the same generation as Weiwei..."

"Dad, don't be impulsive." Junior Sister Kong suddenly became anxious.

Seeing that Li Lei was flexing his muscles and regaining his strength over there, his father's strength was pretty good, so he couldn't be his opponent.

"Who asked you to go!"

Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes at them helplessly, and then looked at someone in the crowd.

His face showed some hesitation and struggle at first, and finally he bit his lip, as if he had made up his mind...

"Little Mencius, come on!"

"What?" Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Meng Lang.

"Nonsense! Weiwei, do you know what you are talking about? He is an ordinary person, how could he be allowed to play!" Yan Feng scolded.

"That's right, Weiwei, we can't seek medical treatment in a hurry. If you let Brother Meng go up, wouldn't it be a dead end in vain?" Hu Yifei also advised.

With a body as small as Meng Lang's, it wouldn't take more than three seconds to get up there and he would immediately fall in love with Northwest...

Yan Weiwei, however, didn't care about other people's opinions and just stared at Meng Lang.

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me whether you can succeed or not!"

"So, you've already guessed it?" Meng Lang touched his nose.

"Nonsense, I guessed it when I saw you sneaking to get the certificate of life and death!"

"Well……"

It turns out I was seen...

Yan Weiwei looked at him sideways and muttered a little depressedly in her heart.

"Hmph! If it weren't for the fact that you still have some conscience, do you think I would turn a blind eye to your teasing Haitang along the way?"

"Okay." Meng Lang nodded helplessly.

Help people to the end and send Buddha to the West.

We have all fought here, but if we fail to kick him in the door and lose our own unparalleled general here, then all the brothers' investment will be in vain.

What's more... he already knows a set of "excellent strategies" for clearing the level...

"What are you talking about?"

Seeing that Meng Lang actually nodded in agreement with this ridiculous proposal, Yan Feng suddenly frowned.

"Don't make trouble here, don't say you are just an ordinary person, even if you are really capable, you are not a disciple of our Twelve Road Tan Legs, and you cannot fight on our behalf at all!"

"Uh..." Yan Weiwei's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

yes! I was so busy looking for “insurance” to win that I didn’t even pay attention to whether this “insurance” would be effective...

"Who said I'm not yours?" Meng Lang said calmly, as if he had known Yan Feng would say this.

"What did you say?"

"Actually... I am Master Yan's close disciple."

Meng Lang winked at Yan Weiwei, and she reacted immediately.

"Oh yes! I... just accepted a disciple!"

"Nonsense, why didn't I know you had accepted a disciple?" Yan Feng glared.

"We said he was a closed disciple, so of course he was accepted behind closed doors!" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes at him.

Everyone: "..."

How can he explain this closed disciple like this? !

"Have you come to my Yan's ancestral hall to pay homage to your master? Have you taught him the essence of the Twelve-Road Tan Kou practice? Are you going to accept a disciple just by having a fling?" Yan Feng glared at Yan Weiwei.

"Ahem! The mind is sinking in the Dantian, the spring is pouring down, the Qi of the old place is generated, hidden but not released, the internal and external are canceling each other, the Yin and Yang are exerting force..."

Meng Lang coughed dryly and recited a formula that left everyone a little baffled.

next moment……

Yan Feng was stunned.

Yan Weiwei was also stunned.

They suddenly turned their heads to look at Meng Lang, as if they had seen a ghost.

"You...how do you know the general outline of my Yan family's twelve-way tan legs?!" Yan Feng pointed at Meng Lang with a look of shock.

Then his expression changed, and he turned to look at the only possible "perpetrator"...

"Okay! Okay! You actually... you actually..." Yan Feng pointed at Yan Weiwei, his voice trembling with anger.

Female students are not allowed to stay in college! There is no place for women to stay in college! !

"I……"

Yan Weiwei was also stunned.

who I am? Where am I?

Why does this guy know the general outline of my Yan family?

Shouldn’t our newly minted master-disciple status be in name only?

This is so unscientific!

She did not explain, because she knew that even if she jumped into the Yellow River at this time, she would not be able to escape.

But...why should I wash it?

"Yes! It's me!" She slapped her neck!

"Now you believe that he is my closed disciple, right? Stop talking nonsense, who is that? We ask to continue the challenge!"

…

Half an hour later.

"I didn't expect that there would be masters in the Twelve Road Tan Legs, Hidden Dragons and Crouching Tigers!"

While Li Lei moved the joints of his right hand that were still somewhat stiff, his eyes were fixed on the challenger in front of him.

"Ahem! No prizes, no prizes, I'm Meng Lang, please!"

Master Li looked at Meng Lang who was coming on the stage and was a little speechless after knowing the other party's identity.

Yan Weiwei's apprentice?

Is this the old one being beaten and the younger one coming out? Are you sure you are not unwilling to delay our climbing time?

"Leizi! Quick victory!"

However, Li Lei on the court was not as optimistic as his master.

Seeing Meng Lang wearing mountain climbing clothes, standing there without even a posture, looking like there were flaws all over his body, he didn't feel any contempt in his heart.

Just relying on the force-relieving technique just now was enough to make him go all out.

Between the two challenges, up to half an hour of rest was allowed. After some massage by Master Li, his right hand had regained consciousness and his overall strength had recovered to 60 to 70%, but he still did not dare to take it lightly.

He carefully moved half a circle around Meng Lang, carefully staring at every part of his body, as if looking for flaws.

Everyone looked a little confused.

Do you need to be so cautious when dealing with an ordinary person?

"Uncle, be careful!" Lin Haitang and Xiao Yu looked worried.

"Yan Weiwei! If you don't want your friend to get hurt, tell him to admit defeat quickly and stop messing around!"

After slapping his chest and pinching people, Yan Feng finally regained his temper and felt that his old face was dull and just wanted to end this joking competition as soon as possible.

"Don't worry. Although that guy has never practiced martial arts, he has a very powerful secret skill. He can't lose!"

Yan Weiwei looked mysteriously confident.

Everyone was baffled by what he said.

A unique secret skill that you have never practiced martial arts but is very powerful?

A flying fairy from the sky?

On the competition ground.

Just when Meng Lang was getting impatient, Li Lei, who had been observing for a long time, finally moved!

The huge body rushed towards me with the force of wind and thunder!

Ten steps...five steps...three steps...

As usual, it is to quickly close the distance and take advantage of Bajiquan's short hitting advantage.

The next moment, it was a steady, offensive and defensive goose-stepping punch!

But he only uses five points of his strength, leaving five points to change his tactics at any time!

It was obvious that he wanted to test Meng Lang's strength first.

However, until Li Lei came within three steps of Meng Lang, Meng Lang remained motionless, as if he was completely unaware of the approaching danger...

How dare you look down on me!

Li Lei glared sharply, and punched Meng Lang in the face with his fist as big as a sandbag!

"Ah!" Many people in the venue had already closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch anymore.

The next moment, the two figures were approaching rapidly...

"boom!"

...Time seems to stand still.

At this time, Li Lei's fist was only 3 centimeters away from Meng Lang, but it was hanging in the air as if the pause button had been pressed...

No one understood what was happening.

Then... I saw Li Lei's face stiffened, his eyes widened, his legs clamped, and immediately...

"boom!"

Li Lei, who was in a very inelegant position with his butt facing backward and covered in cold sweat... fell down!

"Hiss~" The whole audience gasped.

The male compatriots even felt their anus tighten.

"This is impossible!"

Master Li's drake voice screamed.

Mr. Yan Feng, who had just been relieved, his eyes bulged when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but gasp, as if he was about to close his eyes again.

Only then did Meng Lang retract his raised leg and look with some sympathy at Li Lei, who collapsed on the ground and lost his fighting ability.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry!"

That's right, what he used was the Twelve-Road Tan's unique skill that usually doesn't involve a move, but the move will definitely kill...

Flirting your vaginal legs!

No matter how hard you practice hard qigong, there are still some areas that you cannot practice...

Meng Lang observed along the way and found that the mountaineering trail was indeed very wild. Not to mention kicking people down the road, it would not be considered a foul if you poked someone in the eye.

Then what else can I be so polite about?

Maybe my attack is too weak to break through the defense, but if I target the weak point with a critical attack, that's different...

"Why... why..."

Li Lei, who fell to the ground with a cold sweat on his face, turned his head with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Why...I...can't stop it!"

He saw Meng Lang's move and knew the opponent's target. He also made changes to dodge and block, but...it was no use!

That kick... was like an antelope hanging its horns, tracing a wonderful trajectory, perfectly dodging all his defensive methods...

"Martial arts in the world...everything is indestructible, except speed!"

Meng Lang dropped a classic line in a very pretentious manner, and then waved his hand while everyone looked at the god.

"Let's go! Climb the mountain!"

…

"I'm here, Mizong Fist Huo Tian, ​​please!"

"boom!"

"I declare that the winner of this competition is Twelve Road Tan Legs!"

…

"My lord, Wudang Song Shuhang, has learned my lesson!"

"boom!"

"This competition is won by Twelve Road Tan Legs!"

…

"Hong Fist Hong Tianci! I'm offended!"

"boom!"

"...Twelve-way tan legs win!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom"……

…

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, Meng Lang looked at the setting sun gradually sinking into the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

List of small hills……

Then, in the eyes of everyone who were weird, adoring, awe, and didn't know where to start the trough... and other aspects of life, he lifted up the red cloth on the boulder on the top of the mountain.

"The hero of Guanzhong!"

Four elegant and powerful ancient characters came into view.

"Winning!" "Yeah!" "Uncle is great!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Meng Lang put his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh.

"It's all a false name..."

Yan Feng looked at the man behind him who was shining brightly, as if bathed in golden sunlight, with an extremely complicated expression...

Nine legs!

With only nine legs, he overwhelmed the crowd and stood proudly in the martial arts world!

The key... is that he still carries the name of Twelve Road Tan Legs...

Yan Feng can already foresee that starting from tomorrow, the unique skill of the Twelve-Road Tan Kung Fu, "Tickling the Yin Kick", will definitely be ranked first in the list of today's martial arts miracles!

Xiao Meng's flying kicks are always missed!

His provocative kick is probably as good as Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi Finger and Li Xunhuan's Little Li Flying Knife!

As the saying goes...

After ten years of hard work, no one knew him, but he became famous all over the world in one move!

Starting from today, this world will never be forgotten...

That terrifying figure on Zhongnan Mountain with a little brother on its side...