Yang Baokun, the head of the Yang family of the Liemen Nine Dragons family, the number one person in the Nine Dragons family's cultivation.
He stood up and walked onto the stage, with a calm expression in front of Lin Shuo, cupped his hands and said, "Chief, Yang has offended you."
At this moment, on the stage, the nine guardians of the Yun family had already stepped off the stage under the leadership of Bai Jinglue.
The ring has been cleared, only Lin Shuo and Yang Baokun are on the stage.
Lin Shuo clasped his fists in return, while sizing up Patriarch Yang in front of him.
This person was in his forties, he looked unattractive, with a sallow and emaciated complexion.
His height is only a little over 1.7 meters, and his weight will not exceed 70 kilograms according to his body.
The hands on the whole body look unusual, especially big.
Clasping his fists in front of him was like a large casserole.
Lin Shuo himself had a pair of big hands, but according to his visual inspection, Yang Baokun's hands were a size bigger than his own.
But hands alone are not enough, and Lin Shuo is a little bit disappointed that just such a person, representing the Liemen Jiulong family, weighs the weight of Lin Shuo as the leader.
Because such an opponent has neither the sensational effect brought by fame nor the visual effect brought by his body.
The Liemen Jiulong family is not well-known even within the Liemen, and it is rarely heard of outside the Liemen.
These are actually nine hermit families whose only duty is to monitor the wild beasts, and never participate in any activities in the hunting gate or even in the gate.
Compared with beating the nine guardians of the Yun family, beating this Yang Baokun would not achieve the effect of standing up.
But this does not mean that Lin Shuo will despise this Yang Baokun at this time.
There is no clue in the body shape of a real person of extreme cultivation.
For example, myself, and my old man, they are all ordinary people in appearance, even a little thin.
On the contrary, it looks like Wei Xingshan, it looks like that, but after all, it is a silver-like wax gun head that is not useful.
"May I ask the leader, shall we fight with weapons or fists?" Yang Baokun asked.
"It's up to you," Lin Shuo replied.
"Then let's compare our ability on weapons?"
"good."
As soon as Lin Shuo finished speaking, Yang Baokun turned around and said to the viewing platform on the left, "Take my weapon."
Yang Baokun's seat on the viewing platform is currently vacant. Behind this seat are eight burly men, each of whom is tall and thick.
At this moment, these eight embraced their fists to accept the order, and then turned around and left.
Yang Baokun apologized: "Please wait for a moment, chief."
Lin Shuo nodded.
wait.
The two people on the stage were stunned, and the thousand or so people below the stage were also waiting dryly, and the scene suddenly became cold.
Yang Baokun took out a tobacco stick from his waist, lit it, squatted down on the ground, and started to smoke.
Looking at the situation, Lin Shuo guessed that the weapon would not be available for a while, so he touched himself and found that there was no cigarette with him today.
Fortunately, the second apprentice Zhou Lingshi still had good eyesight, so he hurried up to the stage, offered cigarettes to the master, and brought a chair for him by the way.
Lin Shuo then sat down, with his right leg folded on top of his left leg, his left hand on his right knee, and a cigarette between the two fingers of his right hand, his lower body crossed his legs, his upper body sat upright, smoking a cigarette.
The two people on the stage smoked, and the people off the stage were naturally not polite, and the entire Su family's grain drying field was filled with smoke for a while.
It's already past lunch time, and things on stage are not over yet, everyone is smoking a cigarette and very hungry.
Of course, it's not just about smoking, but who is the person who is going to fight the head of the Liemen on the stage, and now it starts to spread.
What happened to the Liemen Jiulong family, what happened to the nine dragon heads, what rights did the nine dragon heads have back then, and what are their responsibilities now.
What is the origin of this Yang Baokun, and how capable he is.
All kinds of gossip are being circulated among more than a thousand people in the field at this moment.
These gossips are naturally true and false. Anyway, they are idle at the moment. Everyone listens to the truth and believes the false ones. People say what they say.
All of a sudden, the field was noisy and full of voices.
But after a while, the noisy discussion was suppressed by a voice outside the venue.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
This movement sounded like a chant.
Everyone followed the sound and turned their heads to look, only to see the eight strong men of the Yang family, sweating profusely at the moment, carrying something into the arena.
Lin Shuo rolled his eyes and saw clearly.
This is a stick.
There is a difference between a stick and a stick. A stick is thick and thin at both ends, and a stick is thick at one end and thin at the other end.
At the moment, the sticks on the shoulders of the eight strong men are more than three meters long.
The material is temporarily invisible, but the weight is definitely not light.
These eight big men walked like eight little-footed old ladies, taking small steps.
On the one hand, eight people carry a three-meter-long stick, forming a long snake formation. The distance between the two people in front and behind is limited, and it is easy to step on the heels of the people in front when they step forward.
On the other hand, with the weight on his shoulders pressing down, it seemed that he really couldn't move forward.
This stick came from the path that Lin Shuo had entered before, and went directly across the entire arena.
The eight brawny men were yelling, walking in small steps, sweating profusely on their foreheads, their muscles were stretched like iron blocks, and their waists and hips were still trembling slightly.
More than a thousand people who were noisy at first were all quiet now.
The audience was silent, and everyone watched the stick slowly move towards the ring.
As a result, there was a small accident while moving.
The burly man walking at the back has the thickest stick on his shoulders and carries the heaviest weight.
When he carried it to a position about five meters close to the ring, the man couldn't bear it anymore, he staggered, and he was thrown there.
Once the man fell, there was no support under the heaviest end of the stick, and the entire center of gravity moved backward.
So the other seven strong men couldn't stand it anymore, and they all took a few steps back.
Yang Baokun was originally squatting and smoking on the stage, but when he saw the situation, his expression became tense, and he stood up quickly, reminding him: "Don't let go yet!"
The seven men were obedient, so they quickly let go.
So the stick slid down the shoulder of the last man among the seven, and directly stood upright on the field, with the big head down and the small head up, and it just stood there.
When the stick stood up like this, the concrete floor underneath was smashed to pieces, and the spider web-like cracks still stretched out far away.
The ones closest to this stick right now are some heads of the Liemen Qicun family.
He Yongchang and Jin Wenlan are also listed here.
He Yongchang was sitting on the edge of the aisle. Compared with the other Patriarchs of the Qicun family, Lao He was alone, and there was no one standing behind the chair.
He was originally a person with no pretensions, but looking at the situation now, the eight strong men seemed to be fine except that they were out of strength.
And this stick was only a few steps away from the stage, so He Yongchang wanted to lend a hand and hand the stick to the stage.
He Yongchang's face is like a heavy jujube, his back is like a tiger's waist, and he looks like an iron tower when he stands up.
As the Patriarch of the He family, this person has a strange vision, and has long been famous in the hunting gate.
When everyone saw that he had stood up, those who originally wanted to go up to help also sat down.
Although this stick looks heavy, everyone thinks that with He Yongchang's ability, it's not a big deal.
He alone is enough.
He Yongchang himself thought so too, and felt that with his own strength, to pick up this stick and hand it to the stage, it must be a matter of holding his hand and raising his arm.
Yang Baokun on the stage originally wanted to go down and bring up the stick himself, but when he saw He Yongchang standing up, the man stopped in his tracks.
With a faint smile on his face, he continued to smoke the pipe.
Lin Shuo took all this into consideration, stubbed out the cigarette butt, then brushed the soot from his robe with his hand, and said flatly, "Yongchang, don't make a fool of yourself."
Naturally, he could see that this stick was no small matter. If He Yongchang had any slight contempt and couldn't pick it up, he would become a laughing stock on the court.
This is not good for him to nominate the He family as the Nine Inch Threshold family.
He Yongchang didn't take it seriously at first, and was about to reach out to lift the stick up, but when Lin Shuo reminded him on the stage, his hand stopped, and his face became serious.
He Yongchang was not stupid, he knew that Lin Shuo was reminding him.
The Patriarch of the He family looked at the stick again, as if he was thinking about how to get the stick up with certainty.
After two or three seconds, He Yongchang made up his mind, took a deep breath, and then stepped forward.
He first leaned on the stick with his whole body, grasped the upper end with both hands, and then turned his waist and hips, and carried the stick directly on his back.
This posture is actually not very good-looking.
But at this moment, He Yongchang knew that there was nothing wrong with being careful, so he used the safest method.
As soon as the weight was pressed on his body, He Yongchang's expression changed drastically!
There were more than a thousand people in the audience, only the Patriarch of the He family could hear a series of joints cracking continuously!
That movement almost caught up with the Baizi firecrackers when the store opened.
But even though he was a little embarrassed, He Yongchang finally picked up this stick.
He slightly adjusted the position of the stick on his shoulders, held it firmly, and walked forward step by step.
From where he was standing to the front of the ring, it was actually only about five meters.
If He Yongchang took a step as usual, he would have reached it in two steps, but now the five meters are a full eight steps away from him.
Every step weighs more than a thousand jun.
The more than a thousand people in the hunting gate around them all stretched their necks to watch the movement here.
See here, also understand.
The weight of this stick should far exceed their previous expectations.
He Yongchang is famous for his innate supernatural power, and it is so difficult to carry this stick. If it were replaced by other people, he might make a fool of himself.
Then the owner of this stick, Yang Baokun, who was on the stage and was about to fight Lin Shuo, was even more unfathomable.
The boss is hanging on this time!
And in the ring right now, Lin Shuo was sitting in the center of the ring.
Yang Baokun stood on the left side of the ring, near the viewing platform.
He Yongchang came from the right way, walked down a few steps, and came to Lin Shuo.
The arena was more than one meter high. Lin Shuo looked at He Yongchang's expression, it was obvious that this man was in trouble.
Carrying this stick and walking a few steps, He Yongchang can barely bear it, but it seems that it will be difficult to get on the one-meter-high platform.
Without thinking too much, Lin Shuo got up, took two steps forward, reached out and grabbed the end of the stick, and slid over with it.
Then take advantage of the situation and put the stick with the small end down and the big end up, and hold it directly in the palm of your hand.
The big stick, more than three meters high, was held by Lin Shuo with one hand at this moment, standing tall.
Lin Shuo nodded as soon as he took the weight of the stick.
It's okay, that's the weight of two chasing masters.
Lin Shuo was estimating the weight when he could only hear the movement of chairs under the stage, and everyone stood up!
There was thunderous applause under the stage, loudly applauding:
"What a divine power!"
"As expected of the leader of our hunting gate!"
"Good! Great!"
"The leader is mighty!"
This movement startled Lin Shuo, and almost dropped the stick in his hand.
This stick is not light. For Lin Shuo, it was not the weight that made it difficult to hold it in the palm of one hand, but the difficulty in controlling his own center of gravity.
One's own weight, after all, is still limited.
With such a large weight on one side of the body, you have to stretch out half a meter away, you have to hold the footwork of the Lin family, and you have to work hard with your whole body to hold the center of gravity.
Surprised by the applause from the audience, he was distracted.
In order to prevent himself from making a fool of himself, Lin Shuo hurriedly called out, "Patriarch Yang, continue."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Shuo changed his steps, let the stick in his hand hang down, and then raised his hand and pushed it, and the big three-meter-long stick in his hand flew out!
Yang Baokun over here was staring at Lin Shuo showing such a skill.
Seeing his own stick flying over, the Yang Patriarch hurriedly threw away the tobacco stick in his hand, and subconsciously picked it up with both hands.
This stick is Yang Baokun's weapon, but the usage of this weapon requires skill.
Pay attention to making the best use of the situation and following the situation, you have to stand still on your feet, eat your center of gravity, hold it with a pair of big hands, and let the stick circle around you.
Four or two strokes of a thousand catties make it a clever effort.
If this is the way to play, then this Yang Baokun is an expert, this trick is called "Black Dragon Enveloping", it is a unique skill passed down by their Yang family ancestors.
However, if the weight of the stick is used against the weight, Yang Baokun is 1.7 meters tall and weighs 70 kilograms after all.
This stick weighs more than three thousand catties, less than four thousand catties.
Coupled with the weight of Lin Shuo's toss, once this stick fell into Yang Baokun's hands, he seemed too affectionate with his master.
Yang Baokun got off the ring with a stick, and his momentum remained undiminished when he got off the ring. He was directly pushed to the viewing platform by the stick.
The person hit the viewing platform, and the stick hit the chest.
The castration stopped, but the person passed out.
Lin Shuo was stunned.
This fight seems to be over like this
He turned around and punched everyone under the stage:
"Everyone, why don't we eat first?"
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