"What is a nurse?" The two women were taken aback by this strange term.
"Uh..." Song Qingshu finally recovered from his mind full of nurse attire, "I'll explain this later, Zhiruo, what about other sects?"
"I didn't ask people like the Sun Moon God Sect of the Red Flower Society who obviously couldn't help, but as for the Songshan Sect and the Shaolin Temple, these well-known and decent sects, they talked beautifully, but they promised something substantial, according to me. It’s good if they don’t throw trouble when they see it. The most annoying thing is the Quanzhen Sect. They usually regard themselves as defenders of the Tao against foreigners in the arena. But this time I contacted them, their answers were mostly perfunctory, probably not. I will really work hard." The more Zhou Zhiruo said, the more angry she became, her chest heaved violently.
"Zhiruo, you must have suffered a lot from dealing with these sects." Song Qingshu shook Zhou Zhiruo's hand distressedly.
"Actually, it's okay." With a sneaky glance at Aimee Zhu next to her, Zhou Zhiruo blushed and pulled her hand back, "By the way, there's also the Beggars' Gang, Jiangnan Beggars' Gang..."
Zhou Zhiruo paused, then continued: "Qingshu, you also know that at the Lion Slaying Conference, they had an elder who was injured in our hands. The Longyou Gang, which they supported before, agreed to your participation in the Golden Snake Conference. It's untied, who knew that I was almost besieged by them when I went to the door, which is really puzzling."
Song Qingshu laughed dryly. The reason was actually very simple. The Longyou Gang was actually controlled by Zhao Min, so of course they agreed; as for the Jiangnan Beggar Gang, they obviously belonged to the kind that was sold by Zhao Min and still counting the money for her.
In view of Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min's long-standing relationship, Song Qingshu felt that it was better not to say anything.
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, and quickly put aside the matter of the Jiangnan Beggars' Gang: "Although we can't win the Jiangnan Beggars' Gang, we can still win over the Xiangyang Beggars' Gang."
"Ah?" Song Qingshu was stunned, the Xiangyang Beggars' Gang... probably only Huang Rong and others were in the arena.
Obviously guessing the doubts in his heart, Zhou Zhiruo hastily said: "Although the number of Xiangyang beggars is small, they cannot support Huang Rong's high prestige. If she is willing to help, the Jiangnan beggars may temporarily abandon their personal grievances and resist foreigners together; What's more, Huang Rong herself is also a strategist female Zhuge, she alone can stand up to thousands of troops."
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) "But they may not help us, right?" Song Qingshu said with a guilty conscience.
"How dare she not help!" Zhou Zhiruo's almond-eyed eyes widened, and she snorted, "I don't even look at who rescued her back then, if she was ungrateful, don't blame me for revealing her limp body and disheveled clothes. .”
Aimee Zhu couldn't help laughing: "Sister, don't worry, as long as Brother Song asks softly, she will definitely help."
Seeing that the two women were standing on the same front, Song Qingshu wisely closed his mouth and allowed the two women to bombard them indiscriminately.
The prescribed breath-adjusting time passed quickly, and Huang Rong announced the official start of the final competition for the Golden Snake King.
Looking at a man and a woman standing on the ring, the heroes in the arena have mixed thoughts, and the leaders of the Golden Snake Camp are even more conflicted. On the one hand, they hope that Ah Qing will win. With her innocent and cute personality, she must be a puppet that can be easily controlled; But on the other hand, the Manchu army was overwhelming, and they urgently needed someone with real skills to lead them out of the crisis. From this point of view, Song Qingshu was the better choice...
Song Qingshu, who was standing on the stage, didn't think so much. His first thought was that the Golden Snake Battalion was really efficient under Qingqing's organization, and they built a new arena in such a short period of time.
The second thought was to glance at Ah Qing who was opposite, and couldn't help asking: "Sister Ah Qing, have you recovered from your injury?"
"It can't be so fast," Ah Qing pouted, and subconsciously touched her aching chest, "But it doesn't affect my strength much, big brother, don't underestimate the enemy later."
Hearing Ah Qing's words, everyone in the Red Flower Society turned pale, and Yuan Ziyi also covered her face subconsciously. This silly girl, who had clearly told her to show weakness to the enemy before and let Song Qingshu take it lightly, suddenly became violent.
Song Qingshu also reminded with a serious face: "Ah Qing, you have to be careful, because you are too strong, and I may not be able to hold back later."
"I see," Ah Qing waved the green bamboo stick in his hand indifferently, "Big Brother is the person with the best swordsmanship that Ah Qing has seen in the Central Plains this time. Ah Qing has long wanted to fight with Big Brother."
Glancing at the stick in Ah Qing's hand, Song Qingshu's expression suddenly became a little weird. I really don't know where she got so many identical green bamboo sticks. Could it be similar to the automatic repairing weapons in online games
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(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Now, big brother, where is your weapon? Seeing that Song Qingshu was distracted, Ah Qing didn't rush to attack, but reminded him kindly.
Sensing Ah Qing's kindness, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile slightly, and a wooden sword suddenly appeared in his hand. During this period of time, Song Qingshu's martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds. It had been a long time since he had used a weapon, but facing Ah Qing, he didn't dare to have the slightest hold big.
Seeing the wooden sword in his hand, Ah Qing's eyes lit up. At her level, of course she wouldn't judge a weapon by its appearance, let alone she used a bamboo stick herself.
"Hehe, it seems that the green bamboo stick will not be damaged this time." Thinking of the previous two rounds of competition, her green bamboo stick was either broken or shattered, Ah Qing still felt quite resentful.
"Ladies first, Ah Qing, you should make the move first." With a movement of Song Qingshu's wrist, the wooden sword pointed casually at the ground.
"Huh?"
There were surprises in the arena. After all, the strength of Song Qingshu and Ah Qing was obvious to all. In this duel between the two super masters, everyone in the field opened their eyes wide, for fear of missing a little detail.
The third-rate people in the Jianghu are simply watching the fun; the second-rate people hope to learn a trick, which is estimated to be endlessly useful for a lifetime; What inspiration, and even found a way to crack the martial arts of the two.
But Song Qingshu's gesture just now is really...
Even the third-rate people in the Jianghu could see that Song Qingshu's whole body was full of flaws at the moment, so they all exclaimed.
Only a few people in the field did not respond, but looked thoughtful instead.
"Good swordsmanship!" Ah Qing praised sincerely.
Hearing Ah Qing's words, a group of people in the Jianghu were immediately blinded. How could Song Qingshu's swordsmanship full of flaws be good
Guo Fu obviously had the same doubts, and hastily tugged on Huang Rong's sleeve: "Mother, how good is his broken sword technique?"
"Since Fu'er thinks his sword technique is broken, how many ways do you think there are ways to break it?" Huang Rong didn't answer directly, but instead asked—
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