"Whatever you want to bet, Miss Ben will accompany you." Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't speak, Guo Fu thought he was backing down, and couldn't help laughing smugly.
Song Qingshu quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford to lose."
"How can Miss Ben lose?" Guo Fu was furious, "Wait, how could Miss Ben lose!"
Song Qingshu said: "How can there be a reason for the casino to win steadily."
Guo Fu thought so too, anyway, he already had the certainty of victory, Song Qingshu, this bastard, looked like a master who didn't see a rabbit and wouldn't scatter an eagle. If he didn't draw a cake for him, he might not be willing to bet with himself.
"Okay, you draw the road, Miss Ben will continue." Guo Fu's slightly raised lips showed that she was full of confidence.
Song Qingshu glanced at Huang Rong, pondered for a moment and then stretched out a finger in front of Guo Fu: "One condition, the loser promises one condition to the winner, to meet any request of the other party."
Huang Rong frowned, a girl, how could she agree to such a condition casually? Just as she was about to stop it, Guo Fu had already agreed: "Okay, just bet, I will let you lie on the ground and bark like a dog in front of the heroes of the world."
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "It may not be me who lost."
Guo Fu snorted, "I can't lose anyway."
Huang Rong wanted to stop it, but the competition just now was over, and she had to take the stage to preside over the overall situation, so she didn't have time to spend here. Although she saw that Song Qingshu was so determined, her confidence was a little shaken, but with her eyesight, she couldn't imagine that Song Qingshu had the slightest possibility of winning, so she gave Song Qingshu a bad look, and returned to the arena gracefully. Go up, cleared his throat, and while summarizing the previous game, introduced the next two contestants, Shaolin Temple disciple Xu Zhu and Gusu Murong Fu.
Zhou Zhiruo's expression was not good, and she quietly pinched Song Qingshu's soft waist: "You must be playing with Huang Rong."
"The conscience of heaven and earth, I didn't say anything." Song Qingshu yelled that he was wronged.
"Don't think that I don't know what dirty thoughts you have, your condition..." Zhou Zhiruo bit her lips lightly, a trace of frost appeared on her face.
"Guo Jing and Huang Rong are heroes admired by the Han people all over the world, and they are also recognized as gods and couples by everyone. This woman is inconvenient to touch." Aunt Zhu looked worried, obviously thinking of going with Zhou Zhiruo, and the two women were worried that their conversation would be overheard by Guo Fu , one after another gathered in Song Qingshu's ear to pass the sound into the secret.
In the eyes of outsiders, the three of them were extremely affectionate, and the eyes of many men in the distance showed envy. Guo Fu became angry for no reason, and turned her head to the other side, looking out of sight and out of mind.
"Uh, don't tell me I'm this kind of demon in your hearts?" Seeing the two women nodding at the same time, Song Qingshu was speechless.
Fortunately, the attention of the two girls was quickly attracted by the two on the ring, so they didn't continue to entangle with this issue just now.
"This little monk looks mediocre, and he is from the generation of Shaolin Temple. No matter how you look at it, he is not a master." Aimee Zhu observed for a long time, and quietly commented.
"This is a martial arts competition, not a beauty pageant. Why do you care about his appearance?" Song Qingshu looked surprised.
"I want you to take care of it." Aimee Zhu blushed. Although she had experienced many things in these years, she was still a romantic girl in her bones, and she subconsciously liked beautiful things.
"Don't pay attention to him," Zhou Zhiruo grabbed Aimee Zhu and commented, "Although this little monk may not look amazing, judging from the experience of the previous competitions, he may also have amazing skills." Apparently Zhou Zhiruo and Wang Yuyan thought of getting together went.
Song Qingshu didn't mix in their comments, but thought in his heart: I didn't hear the news about Zhenlong Chess Game in Jianghu, it seems that Xu Zhu hasn't opened this dungeon yet, so how could he have the confidence to participate in this conference? I don't know how Xu Zhu's martial arts are now, he doesn't have the martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect, at his age, how can he become famous by practicing Shaolin martial arts
Song Qingshu suddenly thought of another question, why didn't the Jianghu hear any movement from the Xiaoyao faction? Could it be that Dongfang Muxue mentioned last time that her brother once went to the third elder of Xiaoyao to ask for "Bei Ming The sequelae caused by "Shen Gong"
During this period of time he pondered, the two on the stage had already fought together, one was a young master who had been famous for many years, and the other was an unknown Shaolin disciple. He thought it would be a one-sided situation, but who knew that Murong Fu did not take advantage of it. To the slightest cheap.
"Finger fingering? I didn't expect this monk to comprehend the true meaning of the gesture of fingering flowers by Venerable Kasyapa at such a young age, and practiced the unique art of finger fingering."
"That's right, it really came from the Buddhist sect. It's a gentle martial art like Nianhua Finger. It doesn't want to hurt people, but just touch people's acupoints with soft strength."
This time there is a crowd of heroes, obviously there is no lack of well-informed experts in the arena, some people recognized Xu Zhu's moves, they all were amazed.
"From my point of view, this little monk is not as loyal and honest as he looks. Just now, he used the Wuxiang Jie finger to sneak attack Murong Fu. Fortunately, Mr. Murong has experienced many battles, so he didn't get caught silently."
"Wuxiangjie pointed out that he does not lift his hands, does not move his sleeves, and performs it without any traces. It is really the best way to sneak attack. Since there are no traces to be found, how can you tell that he used the Wuxiangjie finger? "
"Didn't you see that Murong Fu suddenly dodged to the side as if he was facing an enemy?"
"I really remembered what you said. This little monk looks honest and honest. I didn't expect it to be so insidious."
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Bao BuTong broke into a cold sweat secretly, looked at Wang Yuyan with fear and asked, "Miss Wang, how do you know that little monk can use the Wuxiang Jie finger?"
"It's just that I saw those few lesser-known players shine. I reminded my cousin to pay attention to the opponent this time." Wang Yuyan explained while observing the two people's competition on the stage, "The Shaolin Temple Wuxiangjie refers to being invisible and formless, and it is the most difficult to be guarded against, so I specifically told my cousin."
"After Master Xuanbei passed away, I always thought that only the foreign monk Jiumozhi was left to know this kind of kung fu. I never thought that this honest and honest little monk would know this kind of insidious kung fu." Seeing that Murong Fu was not by Wang Yuyan's side, Duan Yu quietly leaned over, just in time to hear Wang Yuyan's comment, and couldn't help but answer.
"No, no, there is no right or wrong in martial arts, it just depends on whether the person performing it is right or evil. Mr. Duan commented on Wu Xiangjie and pointed out that this authentic Buddhist martial art is a sinister martial art. It is really a joke in the world." See Duan Yu, the lingering ghost Bao BuTong was so disgusted by the brat that he got close to Miss Wang again, he couldn't help but chase away the flies for his master.