Zeng Rou lowered her head and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "The princess is teasing me again."
Auntie Zhu bit Zhou Zhiruo's ear and said something, the two girls laughed so hard that they made Zeng Rou's face blush.
Huo Dou hit Shi Potian more than ten times in a row. At the beginning, he kept in mind to be merciful, and only used 30% to 40% of his force, for fear of hurting him. After a while, he accepted it as if nothing had happened.
Huo Dou was startled and angry, and his shots became heavier and heavier, but it was strange to say that no matter how hard he tried, he was still unable to knock down the opponent. He roared again and again, and finally used all his strength. In an instant, fists and kicks were blowing in the arena, which only made the flags around the arena tremble uncontrollably.
Everyone in the audience was dazzled. Firstly, they didn't expect He Shiwo, who was unknown in the Beggar Clan, to be so powerful in martial arts. Second, they didn't expect that stupid boy to survive such a fierce attack.
After an unknown amount of time, the two figures separated, and one of them fell to the ground with a bang. Guo Fu clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Haha, that idiot finally couldn't hold back Elder He's attack and passed out."
Huang Rong was not as relieved as she was, she stared at the center of the ring closely, and after seeing the situation clearly, she couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "It's Elder He who fainted."
Guo Fu was stunned: "The one who was beaten didn't faint, but the one who beat someone fainted instead?"
All the heroes in the audience also saw clearly the situation in the arena, only to see He Shiwo with his eyes closed tightly, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, they couldn't help being in an uproar.
Someone from the Jiangnan Beggars Clan immediately jumped out and shouted: "It's clear that you have spoken first, and the point of the martial arts competition is over. This young man secretly killed Elder He, so he should be out immediately."
All the heroes secretly scolded him for being shameless. It was obvious that He Shiwo had been attacking the young man, and finally fell to the ground exhausted. In the end, he was beaten up by the gang of beggars, and they framed him as the murderer of that young man.
But now that He Shiwo is lying on the ground without moving, life or death is unknown, and there is no need for everyone to risk offending the beggar gang at this juncture and speak out for a strange boy.
Song Qingshu glanced at the beggar gang member, and the memory deep in his mind made him recognize that this person was Chen Youliang, and he couldn't help laughing strangely: Turning black and white, he really is a talent.
At this time, Shi Potian waved his hand quickly and said: "Don't worry, everyone, Senior He just didn't slow down, it will be fine after a while." After speaking, he stretched out his right palm, pressed it on He Shiwo's back heart, and slowly Breathe in slowly.
Seeing Shi Potian's hand pressed on He Shiwo's acupoint on the back of his heart, Chen Youliang's eyes narrowed, and he roared: "How dare you, thief!" After speaking, he rushed towards the two of them, as if to rescue He Shiwo.
With a flash of a beautiful figure, Huang Rong stopped in front of Chen Youliang, and stopped Chen Youliang with a dog-beating stick: "Elder Chen is overwhelmed, this young hero is healing Elder He."
Zeng Rou let out a "huh" and murmured: "My martial arts is so low that I can see that young man has no intention of harming each other. Why can't this dignified elder of the beggar sect see that young man is helping He Shiwo to heal his wounds?"
Zhou Zhiruo sneered: "I have also dealt with this Chen Youliang before. He is a traitor who seems loyal and full of ghostly thoughts. It's not that he can't see it, but he just doesn't want to accept it. It would be embarrassing enough for He Shiwo to lose. Wouldn’t it be dishonoring to save the Beggars’ Gang with your opponent? That’s why he insisted that this young man deliberately harmed each other, and some people may believe his words without knowing the truth.”
Song Qingshu shook his head slightly: "It's just some unappealing tricks. To be honest, this Chen Youliang makes me a little disappointed." From this point of view, Chen Youliang's image is more in line with the image described by Jin Yong in Yitian Tulongji, rather than the Han King in history. However, this is not a bad thing. In the future, if you compete in the Central Plains, you will lose a terrible opponent in advance.
Huo Dou gradually came to his senses. In fact, he knew everything that happened just now. It was just because his true energy went astray and he didn't recover for a while, so he couldn't move.
Now that Huo Dou regained his ability to move, he couldn't help shouting angrily: "Why can't I turn around in one breath? I... haven't I turned around in this breath?"
Stretching out his palms to strike Shi Potian's head again, he suddenly felt pain in both palms. When he raised his palms to look at them, he saw that both palms had swollen into two balls, and were so red that they were almost purple. If this palm hit Shi Potian body, I'm afraid that my palm must be broken first. Huo Dou was stunned, and understood the reason. It turned out that the inner strength of this kid in front of him was unbelievable. He recalled dozens of punches and palms being greeted to him, and his inner strength bounced back. They all hit the stone wall, the opponent was not injured, but my palms couldn't bear it anymore, and then I felt a dull pain in my feet, like tens of millions of needles that needed to be stabbed continuously, knowing that I had kicked him more than ten times , the feet have been subject to shock.
He stood there blankly for a while, then said: "That's all, that's all!" He didn't want anyone to help him, he got up and staggered down the stage, feeling extremely sad: he thought to himself that his skills were amazing and his martial arts were few rivals among his peers, It is understandable that he was defeated by Guo Jing when he came to the Central Plains, but this time he lost to a younger boy who had never heard of it before... How about restoring the glory of Zhalanbu Gurhan.
Huo Dou felt disheartened for a moment, and his back became extremely gloomy.
Deafening shouts quickly rang out from the audience, this Golden Snake Conference really opened their eyes to them, not to mention famous masters, even unknown people like He Shiwo and Shi Potian, whose martial arts performance is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Seeing Chen Youliang walking away resentfully, Huang Rongxiu frowned. She had never liked this person very much. Although he was very capable in his work, he always made people feel that he was not upright. But thinking that the other party belonged to the Jiangnan Beggars' Gang, Huang Rong shook her head slightly, and let Shi Huolong worry about it himself, since he was far away in Xiangyang, beyond his reach.
Putting her thoughts away, a gentle smile appeared on Huang Rong's face, and she said sweetly, "The following is the Heavenly Mountain Sword God Zhuo Bufan and Ah Qing from the Red Flower Society."
As soon as the words were finished, a long sword swished at her, Huang Rong's face changed, but she quickly regained her composure, and stood quietly on the spot, showing no intention of resisting.
When the long sword was about to touch Huang Rong's body, it suddenly seemed to have eyes. The tip of the sword moved three inches to the side, spun around Huang Rong's body a few times, and then plunged into the ring.
The sound of dragon chant brought by the trembling of the sword changed the faces of all the heroes in the audience. When they came back to their senses, they saw a middle-aged man with a handsome face and long beard standing leisurely on the hilt of the sword with his hands behind his back.
"good!"
I don't know who shouted it first, the audience seemed to be astonished by Zhuo Bufan's hand, as if the pot had exploded. The control of the sword he showed just now is really miraculous.
"This Zhuo Bufan is indeed quite accomplished." Song Qingshu praised subconsciously.
Hearing his words, Guo Fu couldn't help snorting heavily. Just now she saw the long sword shot at her mother, her heart couldn't help but jumped into her throat. Listening to Song Qingshu's praise of Zhuo Bufan, it was natural It doesn't look good to him. r10
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