As soon as Ah Qing left, Yang Miaozhen came over and said, "Mr. Song, it seems that you and Ah Qing have a good relationship."
Song Qingshu glanced at the heroic woman in front of him unexpectedly, and smiled slightly: "It's average."
Yang Miaozhen's smile was smothered, and he was going to test his mouth, but who knew that he was not leaking. After thinking about it, Yang Miaozhen rolled his eyes and continued to test: "I heard that after the first battle just now, Miss Ah Qing's odds have plummeted. One pays one, the odds of the few of us are almost tens of ones, it seems that this time the Golden Snake King is none other than Ah Qing."
"Really?" Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he quickly called Zeng Rou who was beside him, "Rourou, quickly go and take out the banknotes from the box in my room, and put them all on me."
"Ah?" Zeng Rou's small mouth opened wide, "All in?" That's not a small sum.
"Of course, all-in. If you don't make money with such a good opportunity to make money, you won't make it for nothing." Song Qingshu hurriedly urged.
"Uh, okay." Zeng Rou left with a puzzled face, wondering if she should ask Princess Nine first, otherwise Brother Song would be impulsive, and Princess Nine would not be able to drink Northwest Wind after following him
However, when Aimee Zhu heard her words, her eyes also lit up, and she took out a delicate small box from the back room and stuffed it into Zeng Rou's hands: "This is some dowry I have saved over the years, you can put it in for me, by the way, If you have private money, remember to invest in it, there are not many good opportunities like this."
Seeing that the eyes of the Ninth Princess whom I admired in my heart were shining with silver light, Zeng Rou was suddenly shaken into a mess...
"Mr. Song is so sure of winning?" Yang Miaozhen looked at him in disbelief.
"It should be..." Song Qingshu showed a shy smile, "It's okay."
Yang Miaozhen was puzzled all of a sudden, is he playing tricks or is he really confident? Is it to disturb my mind later
"Since Mr. Song said that, does he think that he will win the younger sister?" Yang Miaozhen stared into his eyes, trying to see something different.
"Si Niangzi's spear skills are outstanding, Song has always been extremely admired, there is no reason for a sure victory." Song Qingshu said modestly.
Yang Miao really gritted her teeth with hatred. Although Song Qingshu spoke modestly, the look on his face was almost like saying that you are not my opponent.
"I want you to look good later!" Yang Miaozhen suppressed the depression in her heart, and was about to leave, but suddenly found that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu Wei who had been by Song Qingshu's side were not there now, so she couldn't help but asked in doubt, "I don't know if the head of Zhou and the nine Why isn't the princess here?"
"They, there is something that I can't get away from for the time being." Song Qingshu closed his mouth after finishing speaking, and refused to reveal a word.
"What could be more important than being with your husband at this time?"
Yang Miaozhen was even more puzzled, but she also understood that if she stayed, she would not be able to hear anything valuable. She turned around and took a few steps, when she suddenly stopped and said, "Nowadays, people in the world are talking about Mr. Song. Blessing, to be favored by two fairy-like girls, my little sister is very curious how the young master made them as close as sisters?"
"Don't you know that Si Niangzi has become their sister?" Song Qingshu couldn't help teasing.
"Bah!" Yang Miaozhen couldn't help spitting. In fact, a beautiful woman like her hangs around in bandits all day long, so she has to be molested by those guys. , coupled with her high martial arts skills, she has never suffered any disadvantages.
It's a pity that now when he meets Song Qingshu, who is thicker than the city wall and whose martial arts are not inferior to her, Yang Miaozhen finds that he has nothing to do, so he just stomps his feet and turns around to leave.
The one-hour break quickly passed, and Huang Rong announced the official start of the third round of competition. The first match was Song Qingshu vs. Yang Miaozhen.
Yang Miaozhen stood upright in a corner of the arena, with the spear in her hand quietly on the ground, she could feel that her spirit had reached its peak, and her state was a little better than when she competed with Shi Potian before.
This time she did not continue to criticize the bright red cloak. Although this cloak can also be used as a weapon, it is not bad against ordinary soldiers. Against Song Qingshu's level of masters, such a wide cloak can be said to be vital.
Looking at the woman standing opposite the arena, Song Qingshu could not help but whistle. Yang Miaozhen was tall and tall without a cloak, and her hot figure with protruding front and back could be seen at a glance, like a proud rouge horse standing there, Waiting for the destined knight to conquer...
"Bah, bah, what time is this, and I still think about these things!" Song Qingshu himself felt a little contemptuous of himself.
Yang Miaozhen's eyes lit up, she had keenly noticed Song Qingshu's lack of focus at this moment, scolded all over, grabbed the spear and swung it forward, the stone slabs on the ring were lifted up by an invisible force, and smashed towards Song Qingshu one after another.
Looking at the stone slabs coming from the sky, Song Qingshu's eyes were fixed, and he did not avoid it. He stretched out his hands and pressed forward. Those flying slates seemed to be caught by an invisible big hand, and they remained motionless in mid-air.
At this moment, the stone slab was extremely moving to extremely still. Many people in the arena who were not strong enough saw their chests tired of vomiting, and they were all shocked. Song Qingshu's light-weight block was absolutely impossible for anyone who was not in the realm of a great master.
People who knew Song Qingshu had different expressions, Yu Wanting and Wen Tailai, who had a deep hatred for him, turned slightly pale, obviously hating and fearing in their hearts; Mu Wangfu, Wudang faction, who had good friends with him, showed joyful expressions; Shaolin Chongyang and those who had a feud with him all looked dignified...
Huang Rong glanced at the figure in the field, her eyes were extremely complicated, she couldn't help thinking about a question, she didn't know who was better in martial arts, Brother Jing or him...
Thinking of the situation in the cave that night, Huang Rong sighed quietly, and looked away unnaturally, but suddenly found that the daughter beside her was looking at the man with bright eyes, and she couldn't help being surprised: Fu'er clearly had a relationship with him. Don't deal with it, why do you look at him like this
There were all kinds of beings in the arena, but only a moment passed in the arena. The stone slab that was still in mid-air shattered in a second, and a bright pear blossom spear bloomed. Yang Miaozhen's whole body spiraled and stabbed at Song Qingshu.
Yang Miaozhen's marksmanship was originally as fast as lightning, but now with the blessing of the spiral force, not only is the speed faster, but the power is also doubled. Song Qingshu didn't dare to hit him directly, and he swayed his feet, avoiding the past dangerously.
Yang Miaozhen seemed to have expected it, the spear in her hand sank, and directly stabbed on the ring. With the help of the shock force from the ground, her whole body turned in a circle, and her two straight long legs looked like real pear blossom spears. Suddenly, he stabbed at Song Qingshu's neck. —
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