When Song Qingshu took the stage, he vaguely heard someone discussing in private: "Is this the shameless one again?"
"Compared to his shamelessness, I think his luck is very good."
"I think his luck has come to an end this time. That Tubo prince is not an easy character to mess with. I heard that this time he is determined to win the princess of Xixia. On the way to Xixia, there are checkpoints set up everywhere by him to prevent those who come to participate. Young people, if they do anything wrong, they will be beaten to pieces, but this time they face each other head-on, if you don't want to be shy, you will definitely be taught a bad lesson."
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Song Qingshu looked depressed, and he spent money to bribe his opponent in the first match, why did he cause so much resentment to everyone? That being the case, this competition will let you see what it means to have eyes but not see Mount Tai.
But who knew that Zongzan hadn't appeared for a long time after taking office. Everyone looked curiously at the actions of the Tubo Mission, and found that not only Zongzan was not here, but even the beautiful and dignified Princess Jincheng was not there.
Song Qingshu frowned secretly: No matter how much he practiced Jiumozhi, he still disappeared, what the hell are they doing.
After repeated confirmation, the referee found that there was indeed no one from Tubo, so he declared Song Qingshu the winner.
"Fuck, is there any reason?"
"Why is this forced to win again?"
"His opponent will have problems every round. Is this person poisonous?"
"Why is this kid so lucky?"
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Song Qingshu couldn't help but spread his hands: "Blame me?"
When I got back to the Southern Song Mission, even the girl in yellow looked at him with strange eyes: "Now I'm a little scared, if I don't admit defeat in advance against you in the next round, will I encounter such and such accidents?" .”
Song Qingshu looked wronged: "This time it really has nothing to do with me."
"Based on what you said, it means that you had a relationship with you a few times ago?" The woman in yellow was keenly aware of something.
"Looking at my upright and pure face, I am really innocent." Song Qingshu said solemnly.
Being watched close at hand, the woman in yellow shirt blushed slightly, and hurriedly raised her head back: "Bah, your shameless appearance reminds me of someone."
Song Qingshu chuckled twice, not daring to say anything else, lest he get burned.
The second round started on the stage, Qinghai Zunsiluo played against Liaoguo Xiaofeng.
The Maha Mudra of the Esoteric School faced the Eighteen Palms of the Rising and Falling Dragon. The two sides fought extremely well, but there was still no suspense in the ending. He Siluo was no match for Xiao Feng, and he quickly conceded defeat and stepped down.
Song Qingshu, who was watching the battle, couldn't help frowning, he could tell that Ji Siluo didn't try his best, and although he still couldn't defeat Xiao Feng in the end with his martial arts, he wouldn't be defeated so quickly, and after he was defeated, his face still showed a faint smile. Congratulations, it's really strange.
The next game is Hulagu against Miyamoto Musashi.
After Miyamoto Musashi came to power, he directly gave up his sword and surrendered: "I can't think of a way to crack your musket. If I try to fight, I will only get injured, so I admit defeat."
People around all expressed their understanding. After all, everyone witnessed Shan Yuru's tragic situation yesterday. The power of muskets is really not something that flesh and blood can compete with.
The woman in the yellow shirt couldn't help but gasped: "No, with the martial arts that Miyamoto Musashi showed before, Xu Liegu couldn't move easily. At such a short distance, it is very difficult for a musket to hurt him. Why did he surrender?"
Song Qingshu thought that Mongolia and Dongying had united long ago, could it be possible that Miyamoto Musashi was still fighting Xu Liewu
When he thought of this, he was extremely depressed. It was also cheating to make the opponent surrender. Why is there no one on Xu Liewu's side to scold him, let alone I haven't cheated in the past few rounds? Is it because Jia Baoyu looks a little boyish and looks easy to bully
Next is Zhai Xingzi from the Xingxiu School against Zhuang Juxian from the Beggar Gang.
After taking the stage, Zhai Xingzi asked in a cold voice: "A lot of the martial arts you use are from our Xingxiu sect, where did you steal them from?"
Song Qingshu nodded secretly, Zhuang Juxian's boxing skills basically depended on A Zi's teaching back then, as well as the Xingxiu School's poisonous skills, maybe other people can't see it, but how could Zhai Xingzi not know it
Hearing the other party's questioning, Zhuang Juxian was at a loss for words for a while, and Quan Guanqing from the audience said for him: "Stop talking nonsense, our lord's skills are world-renowned, do we need to learn from your heretic kung fu? Don't talk nonsense with him, lord, teach him a lesson."
"Okay!" Although Zhuang Juxian was a little blunt, he also knew that it would be quite embarrassing to be questioned like this in full view, so he rushed towards the opponent like a cannonball, "Die!"
Seeing that the opponent was approaching menacingly, Zhai Xingzi didn't dare to take it head-on. With a tap of his toes, he flew lightly to the other side of the ring, avoiding the opponent's fierce blow.
He has an ethereal figure, and he is also somewhat handsome. The lightness kung fu displayed this time has attracted the applause of many audiences.
Even the woman in yellow shirt nodded and said: "No wonder you dare to call yourself the star picker. Qinggong does have its own unique features."
But Xue Baochai couldn't help but said: "I think his lightness kung fu might not be as good as my sister's, but it's too arrogant to dare to call himself the star picker."
at this time
The battle situation on the stage has changed again. It is obvious that Zhai Xingzi is not satisfied with avoiding the defense all the time. I saw his robe trembling, and a green flame suddenly ignited in front of him. Obviously he is also afraid of the opponent's martial arts, knowing that ordinary heart-piercing nails , Bliss stab and other methods can't hurt him, so he directly used the ability to press the bottom of the box to solve the battle quickly.
Xue Baochai, who came down from the stage, was admiring: "It's such a strong internal force, it can actually produce flames out of thin air."
The woman in the yellow shirt shook her head: "His breath should not have such a deep internal force, but I don't understand how he made the flame."
Song Qingshu on the side couldn't help feeling a sense of superiority in IQ. Zhai Xingzi should be used as a drug such as white phosphorus. This kind of common sense of chemistry will be known to any middle school student in the future.
Seeing a wave of green flames approaching, Zhuang Juxian didn't dare to confront him and hastily avoided it. Who knew that the green flame seemed to have eyes, so he turned and followed.
Zhuang Juxian is not good at light work, and his fist and kick skills are even more superficial. After a few rounds, he was cornered by Lu Yan. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he mustered up his inner strength and directly slammed towards Lu Yan with a palm. They were beaten to pieces.
Zhai Xingzi was taken aback, the strength of the opponent's internal strength was somewhat beyond his expectation, but now the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, the power of his palm suddenly increased, and the scattered green flames turned into a big fireball and flew over.
Zhuang Juxian scattered the green flame with his palm just now, he couldn't help but feel confident, and continued to mobilize his internal strength to attack with the palm wind. The fireball could no longer penetrate and score, and was even slowly forced back.
Zhai Xingzi looked miserable, bit the tip of his tongue hard, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The flame was sprayed by his blood, first dimmed, and then became brighter, so that the audience couldn't keep their eyes open.
I saw his body spinning rapidly, like a spinning top, spinning more than a dozen times, his sleeves fluttered, and the entire fireball swelled suddenly, pressing towards the opponent like a wall of fire.
The woman in yellow couldn't help feeling emotional: "The Xingxiu faction is notorious, but it has been able to stand in the martial arts world for decades without falling. It really has his ability."
Many people in the arena nodded in amazement, obviously they also had similar judgments, the people of the Ming Cult couldn't help being happy seeing Zhuang Juxian being engulfed in flames, wishing that he would be burned alive inside.
Suddenly, there was a crisp cracking sound from the ring, like the sound of ice shattering. When everyone looked closely, they saw that the raging musket seemed to freeze suddenly.
The next moment, a gust of cold air visible to the naked eye swept up, unexpectedly forcibly freezing the wall of fire!
"Can the flame freeze too?" Everyone was dumbfounded.