Today is the second round of the martial arts tournament.

In fact, Zhang Fugui was unwilling to come and watch the battle.

Because today is another day for him to exchange bodies with Li Bai.

After becoming a child again, Zhang Fugui looked up and looked around. He always felt that this was a bit strange.

But deep down in his heart, he also wanted to know why Li Bai was so confident?

Does he have a trump card that he doesn't know about?

With such a curious attitude, Zhang Fugui followed the group of people from the Red Star Factory to the audience stand, and then sat down honestly without saying anything.

The content of today's competition is mainly about display.

The so-called display means that one person reports in advance and prepares the contents of the next competition. For example, those who compete in swordsmanship will be divided into the sword group, and those who compete in boxing will be divided into the boxing group.

After the contestants compete on stage and show off their moves, 6 scoring judges in the audience will give scores. The highest and lowest scores will be removed, and the average score will be the score of the contestants.

Finally, based on the scores, 34 people were selected from more than 100 contestants to compete in the final group.

Compared to the competition format of 3 people per group during the audition, the second round of exhibition competition seemed very mediocre.

There were only three people participating in the competition in the Red Star factory today. From front to back, they were Wang Seng, Li Bai and Huang Batian.

Monk Wang signed up for boxing, while Li Bai signed up for one-handed weapons, and Huang Batian signed up for two-handed weapons.

Zhang Fugui was very curious about what achievements Li Bai would achieve, and he was even more curious about what kind of weapons Huang Batian would have.

Fortunately, there will be no danger in today's competition, so Zhang Fugui is not too worried about Huang Batian.

What he was worried about were the referees who scored Huang Batian.

If Huang Ba Tian kills two highly respected referees today, the Red Star Security Team will almost become the public enemy of the martial arts today.

Today's three competitions are in different order, so Zhang Fugui and his party can watch them from beginning to end.

The first person to participate in the competition was Monk Wang. The young man had already arrived at the competition venue early and was currently warming up.

Monk Wang is tall and strong. Although he looks a little petite in front of Master 2, he is almost a giant in front of Zhang Fugui and others.

When he first came on stage, the six judging teachers all started whispering.

Because just from the appearance condition, Wang Seng is a good seedling visible to the naked eye.

With a thin waist, broad shoulders, long arms and legs, and a young age, she can be considered a fine piece of raw jade.

If you refine it a little, you can be regarded as the pillar of the sect in the future.

There are two or three seniors who want to take Monk Wang into their sect.

"Young man, what's your name?" A little old man dressed as an old Taoist priest, who was no longer looking like an old man, asked Monk Wang with a kind look on his face.

Despite the kind face of this old Taoist priest, when he was young, he traveled around the mountains to practice Taoism. At that time, his age was not good, and ordinary people could not take care of it. Who would be willing to give alms to monks?

Today's old Taoist priest, the little Taoist priest back then almost starved to death by the roadside, but only three cornbread and a pot of clear soup from a farmer's family saved him.

Later, the little Taoist priest stayed at the farmer's house and helped for half a month.

The farmer is a kind-hearted farmer. Seeing that the little Taoist priest is good-looking and an honest man, he even wants to marry his daughter to the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest was eager to seek enlightenment, politely rejected his benefactor, and then hurriedly said goodbye to the farmer.

Because he knew that if he stayed there for another half day, he would never be able to leave.

A few years later, the little Taoist priest grew up to be a young Taoist priest. By chance, he saved half a gold bar in his hand.

At that time, it was hard currency. The Taoist priest felt that since he was returning to the mountain from this trip, a monk should not bring these personal belongings with him, so he might as well give the gold bars to the kind-hearted farmers back then.

For this reason, the Taoist priest made a detour of hundreds of miles.

However, when we arrived at the farmer's home, we found that the house had long been dilapidated, and the former family of four had long since disappeared.

The little Taoist priest stayed in the village for three days and then learned about it from the elders in the village.

It turns out that the landlord fell in love with the farmer's daughter and planned to snatch her away to become his fourth wife.

The farmer refused, and finally the landlord forcibly took away the farmer's daughter. The farmer took his family and children to the landlord's house to reason with him, and never came back again.

After the Taoist priest learned about these things, he cried for most of the night. That night, he took advantage of the moonlight and broke into the landlord's compound with a knife.

That night, the evil landlord who had oppressed the village for decades, except for the old, young, sick and disabled, no one in the family of more than 30 survived, and the entire courtyard was burned for two days and two nights.

The strange thing is that the landowner was not burned to death, but his hands and feet were cut off, his eyes and nose were cut off, and he was hung from a tree.

After howling in the tree for three days, he finally breathed his last.

From then on, there was no longer a Taoist priest who was greedy for the mortal world, but a Taoist priest with a heart as hard as iron.

Nowadays, the old Taoist master is considered a leader in the martial arts world. When he came this time, he was probably deceived by the methods of George Oda and others, thinking that the other party was really here to promote Chinese martial arts, so he went to all the trouble to be the referee.

"Old senior, my name is Wang Seng, and my workplace is the Red Star Security Team. The content of the competition... is the family's boxing skills." When Wang Seng saw someone asking, he told his situation in a thorough manner.

"Well...family history...well, let's take a closer look. If you think it's okay, let's get started." Although the old Taoist priest was very curious about the Red Star security team behind Wang Monk, in order not to put pressure on the contestants,

, he still controlled his mouth and signaled to Monk Wang that he could start.

After hearing the signal, Monk Wang first stood up and clasped his fists, saluting all the judges in the audience, and then saluted the audience behind him.

This behavior won the referee's favor.

Immediately afterwards, Monk Wang shouted loudly, collected his momentum, and punched out like a dragon. Mixed with the sound of wind, he performed a set of big opening and closing punches.

"Not bad... Not bad, it's rare to have such solid basic skills..." An old man with a skinny face said to his old friend beside him.

Unlike the audience, the key points that the martial arts seniors at the judging table paid attention to were all on Wang Seng's side.

A stable lower body is the real skill. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful the movements are, it will just be a show of force and embroidery.

Obviously, Wang Seng's boxing skills received unanimous praise from them.

After Monk Wang finished demonstrating his boxing skills, the old Taoist priest spoke again: "Have you been injured recently?"

"It's just a skin injury. It's not a problem." Monk Wang didn't explain too much.

"Well, not bad...good temper." A strong middle-aged man praised.

"Okay... let's go down, the young man is good, his boxing skills are good, and he has a good spirit." After the old man finished speaking, he wrote down a "10" on the list in front of him.

After the monk Wang saluted everyone in turn, he walked off the stage.

"Captain, the rest is up to you, don't worry, the seniors who are doing the scoring are all easy to talk to." Wang Seng said to Zhang Fugui who was silent under the ring.

Little did he know that the body of Zhang Fugui in front of him was Li Bai's soul.

Coincidentally, after Monk Wang finished the competition, Li Bai was the second person to take the stage.

This time there is no need for Zhang Fugui and others to change their viewing positions.

Li Bai slowly walked towards the ring with his sword in hand.

When the old Taoist priest saw Li Bai, he felt a little strange.

Because he could tell from Li Bai's walking pace that the other party didn't have many basic skills at all.

The steps are light and weak, and the legs and feet are casual.

He doesn't look like he has practiced martial arts. Compared with the Monk Wang just now, he is in the sky and on the ground.

But there was a sharp light blooming in Li Bai's eyes.

It's really strange.

"Little friend Zhang Fugui? Right?" The old Taoist priest still spoke first.

Compared with Monk Wang just now, the conditions Li Bai showed did not attract several other reviewers, so except for the old Taoist priest, the rest seemed to be a little uninterested.

"Junior Zhang Fugui, the Red Star Security Team of my workplace, is going to compete in swordsmanship." Li Bai said with a stern expression.

According to the rules of the martial arts competition, all contestants must reveal their martial arts affiliation.

There is nothing unusual about this request. After all, everyone who comes to participate in the competition is either from a famous sect or some relatively well-known martial arts gym.

But because Zhang Fugui and others were helpless, because they had no family or sect, in the end they had no choice but to change their self-reported sect into a self-reported work unit.

In the eyes of outsiders, this behavior is extremely abrupt.

"It's the Red Star Security Team again? That's interesting." The old Taoist priest said to the people around him.

"Okay, you warm up first, and then you can start." The old Taoist reminded kindly.

"No, seniors, please!" Although it was Zhang Fugui's body, with the addition of Li Bai's own spirit, Zhang Fugui looked a bit proud.

"Oh." The old Taoist priest did not expect that Li Bai would be so conceited, so he opened his eyes wide and waited.

Li Bai grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand, slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard, and then waved his hand diagonally. The sword was lifted limply by him, looking listless.

Several judges have already shown disdain in their eyes.

Just showy and pretentious.

However, Li Bai suddenly changed his offensive and used his weakness just now to swing his sword in a round direction.

The movement was extremely fast, just like using a sword to draw a full moon.

Then Li Bai's steps seemed to fall but not fall, and he always used a wonderful move in an unexpected place.

Slowly, the sharp sword light covered Li Bai's entire body, and Li Bai danced in the full moon formed by the sword light.

No matter how relaxed Li Bai's footsteps were, the full moon enveloped him.

The eyes of the jury slowly turned from disdain to solemnity at first, and finally everyone's faces were full of surprise.

Not to mention a few of them, even Zhang Fugui himself in the audience was a little surprised.

He was surprised at two points. First, Li Bai turned out to be a master of swordsmanship. Second, why was Li Bai so handsome in his own body?

At this time, Li Bai was like a bright moon on the arena. The bright moon rose and then set, as if dancing lightly in the clouds. Finally, Li Bai danced and shouted "Open!"

The tip of the sword trembles like a blossoming green lotus.
Chapter completed!