Chapter 385: Five Seconds Is Enough

The ten people present, after hearing Feng Leizi's words, all of them stretched their faces as long as Changbai Mountain.

Feng Leizi clapped his hands at this time and said: "Although it is troublesome, you have to follow the procedure! All ten of you can get the corresponding rewards, but the degree of rewards and the amount of rewards are up to you fight for."

Then Feng Leizi waved his hand, and two little Taoist priests came up with a bookcase each.

"This is the martial arts secrets sent by the Asian countries and major forces participating in the Qianlong Ranking Competition. There are a total of 30 sets of exercises."

Feng Leizi patted the bookcase held by the little Taoist priest on the left, and said: "You guys in the top ten can theoretically each choose three exercises, but it depends on which three you can choose. The final ranking. Let me tell you in advance, the exercises here are definitely very good, even if I am poor, I am jealous. Also, for those who get the top ten, after you return to your country, your country will give you a lot of money bonus."

Gudong!

The top ten masters on the scene, including Liu Feng, swallowed hard.

"The order of choosing these martial arts will depend on your ranking in a while. The higher the ranking, the higher the priority."

Feng Leizi continued: "The second and third places have more privileges. They can choose ten kung fu books each. Of course, except for taking three books directly, the remaining seven books must be single-printed copies."

call!

After hearing this condition, the breathing of the top ten masters on the scene became heavy.

But this is not over yet, Feng Leizi continued: "The first place is great, the 30 exercises, except for the three that I chose, and the remaining 27, I can print the copies."

Crack!

At this time, Liu Feng clenched his fists tightly, and the joints of his fists made a series of explosive noises.

Thirty top-level exercises from all major powers in Asia. I am afraid that some small martial arts sects will be extremely envious. This stuff represents inheritance. If Liu Feng can get all these thirty kung fu, a person may not necessarily practice all these kung fu, but these things will become his foundation.

"Although seeing you guys alive makes me a little upset, I'm very relieved to see that half of the top ten in this year's Qianlong list are Chinese people." Feng Leizi is completely seeking hatred.

He was relieved, but then, half of the ten people who were not Chinese masters all looked at Liu Feng and the others.

Liu Feng, Han Yichen, Su Mo, Chen Xin, and a handsome young man from the Kongtong faction were none other than Duan Xiaofeng. The five Chinese masters took the initiative to move closer together without anyone's calling.

And the five foreign masters are Masika from India, Cai Laixi from Nepal, Thom Rein from Thailand, Li Youguo from Singapore, and Sharjah from Indonesia. They are also close to each other like a group for warmth.

"You don't have to be so nervous, anyway, we're going to fight each other for a while, and there won't be any more chaos."

When Feng Leizi spoke, he led the two young masters back out of the ring, and said with a serious expression: "The third part of the Qianlong ranking competition, diving into the dragon, is also the last level, called defending the ring. If someone goes to the ring and defends nine games in a row, he must be the first, and so on. This is the comparison I came up with. Although the one who goes to the ring first will definitely suffer, but it is easier than a group match. Easy."

Nima!

After hearing Feng Leizi's words, everyone at the scene had the urge to scold, because it's simple, so why did you arrange it like this?

"Okay, I announce that the last level of the Qianlong Ranking Competition has begun."

At this time, a little Taoist priest stepped forward and moved a chair for Feng Leizi. Feng Leizi sat down and half-closed his eyes and said: "Whoever wants to go up to the stage to defend the ring first, you can do it now. Don't hesitate, everyone, anyway At this time of the day, if none of you are on stage in the end, or there is no result when the time is up, your ranking will be determined by my mood."

"It's not fair!"

"Mr. Feng Leizi, in a day, if there is someone with similar strength, what if it takes half a day to fight?"

"I protest,

There is not enough time to continue the competition, why should you decide the final ranking? "

Feng Leizi's words finally caused a backlash, and all four of the five foreign masters stood up, only Marsika's beautiful eyes shone with strange brilliance, and she remained silent.

"Your objections and protests are invalid!"

Feng Leizi said forcefully: "There is no one with similar strength who can really fight for half a day. If you really decide the outcome and fight for life and death, even if your strength is similar, you can't fight for that long, unless you have a tacit understanding. In the Qianlong ranking competition, tacit understanding is not allowed If you are not convinced, you can quit now."

"It makes no sense!"

"I don't accept it, and I don't quit, I just protest."

"The Grand Competition of the Qianlong Ranking, why is it so cruel? We have passed two levels in a row and seen so many lives and deaths. Now that we have reached the last level, do we still have to force us to fight to the death?"

Pooh!

Just as the foreign masters continued to protest, Liu Feng suddenly spat, and then stepped onto the ring, "If you have the time to protest, it's better to compete for rankings, no wonder you foreign fighters can never catch up with our Chinese martial arts, you martial arts masters The heart is not firm enough."

"Well said!" Han Yichen excitedly waved his fist, "This is my brother, strong enough!"

"This Liu Feng really has some courage." Su Mo murmured in a low voice.

"Cut! Reckless!" Chen Xin curled her mouth in disdain, but her eyes were fixed on Liu Feng, and she couldn't do anything without it.

As for Duan Xiaofeng, Liu Feng's younger brother, he was too excited to speak at this moment.

Even Feng Leizi glanced at Liu Feng with admiration at this time, and said in a low voice, "This kid is really decent."

What was even more exciting was that Liu Feng stood in the middle of the ring and turned to look at the five foreign experts. His sharp eyes were like sharp knives, he raised his right hand, and his index finger was like a heavenly sword that could kill all powerful enemies, "You, who will go first?"

Liu Feng was obviously defending the ring, but he made a strong challenge posture, and directly pointed the finger at the foreign masters, which made the five Chinese masters even more excited.

What is even more exciting is that in the face of Liu Feng's provocation, none of the five foreign masters dared to fight immediately.

"Coward!"

"Are you afraid of being beaten by Liu Feng in the first two levels?"

"If you don't even have the will to fight, you don't need to practice martial arts in the future."

The five masters on Huaxia's side all taunted.

Chen Xin, who had always been a little different from Liu Feng, also gave Liu Feng a thumbs up at this time.

call!

The five foreign masters were all breathing heavily, very heavily, obviously extremely angry, but still no one stood up immediately.

"Would you like to save some time?"

Liu Feng continued: "Hit you every five minutes at most. Let's not waste time. We haven't eaten all day and night. Can't we go to eat after the fight?"

"Damn it, why are you crazy? I'll come!"

Among the five foreign masters, Tom Rein from Thailand couldn't bear it, or five foreigners couldn't bear it, but this Muay Thai master was the first to stand up.

Tom Lein stepped onto the ring and walked towards Liu Feng with his fists clenched. His eyes were filled with anger and fighting spirit, and his momentum was rising steadily.

But Liu Feng's words broke the momentum of this Thai buddy, "Just come up, five seconds is enough to hit someone like you."

After Liu Feng's words fell, he also arrived in front of Tom Rein, and he punched out an iron fist with howling wind.

The punch missed, and the wind of the fist had already blown Tom Rein's hair violently fluttering backwards.