Super Entertainment Tycoon

It was sunny and sunny, but there was no cloud in this day.

This day is the day when the first-class family competes. The specific rules are almost the same as those of the second- and third-rate families, except that it is more exciting.

If the comparison of the second- and third-rate families is for the seniors to examine the cultivation results of the younger generations, then the younger generations of the first-rate families, even the older generations, are looking at it with the heart of learning and appreciation.

Ten years ago, there was a first-class family who was only a wicked evildoer. At only twenty years old, his strength reached the realm of quasi-first-class masters. A big knife made him fascinated. There is also a certain principle in the opening and closing. The older generation of masters can only sigh, I don't know how he achieved such a high achievement at his age.

In the same year, there was another woman, eighteen years old, with a steel whip and unpredictable. She was on par with the young man with a big sword. She was called the number one master of the younger generation at that time. After ten years, both of them have been in Guwu. Jie has gained a reputation.

In this competition, the lineup is even larger than it was ten years ago. There are even more known geniuses and evildoers. It is said that some people have stepped into the realm of first-class masters, stronger than the two of them ten years ago.

As the only member to be forced to play, Lin Fan’s name has been resounding in the first-class family these days. It’s noon, the morning passed, and the competition ended several games. Every game was applauded. Dabi is no longer limited to fists and kicks. Eighteen weapons have gradually appeared in everyone's eyes.

After being repeatedly told not to use hot weapons, such as a powerful pistol, Lin Fan came on the court.

"In the eighth game, Lin Fan, the second-rate champion of the family, played against Huo Chenhao."

A championship title, a family title, it sounds like the former might have to be a bit tricky, but none of the people who watched the game now can look forward to Lin Fan.

Well, if this guy can abide by the rules and not shoot, Huo Chenhao should have won.

In the arena, the two held each side, separated by ten meters.

Huo Chenhao is twenty-five years old this year. This is the first time he has participated in the Grand Tournament. His age has just put him in an embarrassing situation where he can only participate once in his life. This time is particularly important for him. The only thing is to get a good result on this day, and then exhale.

"Huo Chenhao." He politely clasped his fists, respecting the martial virtues of every opponent who is a martial artist, and it is also the fine tradition of the Chinese nation. He has fists in both hands. "This is forged from overseas black iron. It is extremely sharp and has a net weight of seven. Four ounces."

Lin Fan was expressionless. If he didn't see him, he didn't know when he had already carried a sharp blade in his hand, lifted it up, and said coldly, "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world, with a blade of three feet and seven inches and a net weight of seven catties and ten. Three and two."

I danced a beautiful sword flower in my hand, "I learned swords at the age of seven and achieved success in seven years. I have never met a rival."

Seeing him like this, Huo Chenhao looked solemn, "Ximen blowing snow?"

"You and I fight, it is imperative, let's start!" Lin Fan is still cold.

Offstage, the Miao and Ning families will pay attention to his game.

"He still uses a sword?"

"Is it necessary to know, people are quite cheap."

"His lines are so familiar to me."

"Yes, I seem to be a little familiar with you when you say that."

On the stage, the three-foot sword's edge pointed at the ground diagonally, and Lin Fan stared at the opponent in front of him with a cold voice, "Go ahead, otherwise you won't have a chance."

"Don't be ashamed!"

Huo Chenhao was also a disciple of a first-class family. Seeing someone from a second-class family dared to speak like this, his heart was a little angry.

Although you are the champion of the second-rate family competition, the second-rate family is always a second-rate family and cannot be compared with the first-class family. If you even said arrogantly to make me move first, then don't regret it!

Huo Chenhao moved, and he deserves to be a disciple of a first-class family. His movements made Miao Liang, Ning Shecai and others unable to see clearly. The footsteps are mysterious, false and real, true and false, and they cannot be judged from his steps. Where is the next step.

When a person walks, there is a subconscious action. For example, when you move forward, your body will lean forward, and when you move backward, your upper body muscles will also force backward. Although it is subtle, you can find it if you have the intention.

But Huo Chenhao was different. His steps violated this common sense. If you describe it, it would be like a person leaning forward and then backing back. When he steps to the left, the next step is to move forward.

This kind of mysterious footwork is even more rare than exercises.

Huo Family Xuanzongbu has a reputation among the first-class families, but Lin Fan didn't know that this was the first time he saw someone use such a step in a battle, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Huo Chenhao wanted to use his steps to confuse him, slammed a fist in his hand, and the sharpness that gleamed above it, no one would doubt that this sharpness could cut through the human skin instantly, causing bleeding.

"It turned out to be like this." Lin Fan's mouth raised a smile, "In the rapid movement, the footsteps are phantoms, and then the feet are moved to the ground, which seems to be very mysterious, but in fact, it is fast, forward, backward, left, and right. It's just a step, it's just a blindfold."

It didn't matter if he smiled, but it made Huo Chenhao's anger that he had originally aroused even more, and he no longer be confused at his feet, and his body became calm when he punched out.

"clang!"

With the sound of steel clashing, Lin Fanqing stood upright, accurately blocking his blow.

"So fast!"

Huo Chenhao was shocked, and he had a new understanding of this opponent. When the referee said his name, Huo Chenhao thought he had picked up a bargain. Even someone from a second-rate family, no matter how strong he was, he could not be an opponent of a disciple of a first-class family. The level of exercises is not above one level at all.

He felt that the first round of the competition was that God was taking care of himself so that he could be promoted smoothly.

Therefore, in this game, he took out his unique knowledge, Xuan Zongbu, trying to confuse this opponent, this Xuan Zongbu is terrifying among the first-rate families, and people from second-rate families can understand.

When Xuan Zongbu resorted to it, the other party's eyes were dull and dumbfounded, and the force of imitating Ximen Chuuxue passed.

Just as he was about to solve his opponent with a punch, he didn't expect that this confident blow would be blocked by the opponent.

Damn, I use punches, and I still shoot first.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch strong, the sword can indeed gain some advantages in the duel, but in close combat, this weapon is likely to become a point that restrains the user.

At the same speed, punching must save time than lifting the sword cross gear, not to mention that the punch is still the first one. But now, this person can easily block his punch?

Looking at his expression, there was a smile of contempt!