Daoist Qingsong secretly made a decision, so he didn't stay here. And after all, I was refuted by my junior brother Qingxuan in public, no matter how open-minded Taoist Qingsong is, there is no need to show it to his disciples. As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Qingsong flicked his sleeves and shouted—his figure soared into the air. Taoist Qingsong jumped and disappeared between the houses, leaving behind a group of stunned disciples, of course, including Zheng Biao. Everyone waits.
oh-
Seeing that things had turned around, Taoist Qingsong let go of Qingyun's disciples and immediately cheered and ran back. He stood respectfully and orderly behind his junior master uncle Ye Qingxuan. It was different from the chaotic situation earlier, and it was clear that My little uncle became the leader and backbone.
I hope that the persistence just now will not make the third senior brother unhappy. Qingxuan was silent in his heart, but he didn't regret it. As a human being, sometimes you have to fight and fight... If you dare not make a move just because your opponent has deep internal strength, then how can there be so many grievances and resentments, right and wrong, and conflicts in this arena? As long as everyone shows the realm of martial arts, those with high level and deep internal strength will win directly. What kind of sword and martial arts should they practice
After glancing at Ma Yunyong, who was full of expectation, and Zheng Biao, who was bewildered, Ye Qingxuan asked loudly, "Are you—are you still willing to compete?"
"Uncle-Nephew is willing!" Taking a deep breath, Ma Yunyong straightened his bent waist, held his head high, like a victorious general.
Zheng Biao was stunned for a moment, and then shouted wildly: "Whoever is incomparable is a bastard—"
"Good job, good job——Yun Yong, my little uncle will help you, do what you want, go—"
"Thank you, little uncle—"
Ma Yunyong straightened his waist, and shouted at Zheng Biao, "San Biaozi, I'm coming—" he raised his momentum suddenly, and rushed over like a bear.
Even Zheng Biao, who had been prepared for a long time, was shocked by Ma Yunyong's sudden outburst of bravery at this time. The numbness was so high that he lost the strength to fight back for a while, and was in a mess.
However, the gap in strength cannot be made up by courage. Although he was hit by Yunyong's punch, Zheng Biao took this opportunity to restrain his mind and concentrate on dealing with Yunyong's attack. After all, he is a warrior. When he concentrates on dodging, it will be difficult for Yunyong to attack Zheng Biao again. After a while, Zheng Biao immediately launched a counterattack as soon as his body recovered.
[Swallow Swallow Piercing Cloud Palm], the palms are linked together, and in an instant, Ma Yunyong was knocked to the ground by Zheng Biao again.
Seeing Yunyong fell to the ground again, even Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. He calmed down, but did not express anything, and watched Yun Yong stand up again quietly, and was knocked to the ground again.
There are still people who teach martial arts in Guanzhong, but this Yunyong, who does not practice martial arts seriously at ordinary times, has always been arrogant among the disciples in the school because of his good physical condition and brave spirit. When the warriors competed, they really had no power to fight back... If there hadn't been this conflict, I'm afraid Yunyong would not have repented... In this competition, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, because no matter what the final result is, Qingyun Guan will get a good disciple.
"Little Master-"
Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt his sleeves tighten, and when he looked back, it was Lin Yuncong who was always inseparable from Yunyong.
With tears in his eyes, Xiao Yuncong almost cried and begged: "Uncle, please, don't let Yunyong beat him, he can't beat—"
Gently stroking the top of Yun Cong's head, Ye Qingxuan replied softly: "Don't worry, Yun Cong, the bearded man, he can't lose—"
The battle on the field has long been one-sided.
No matter how brave Ma Yunyong is, he still can't touch a piece of Zheng Biao's clothes. He keeps standing up, falling down, standing up, falling down...
Blood flowed continuously from Ma Yunyong's mouth, and his breathing seemed to be like a dilapidated bellows, neighing, and every time he exhaled, blood spit out from his body. His body has long been numb, his limbs have almost lost feeling, God knows how many bones have been broken. There are scars all over his body, and he has been beaten beyond recognition, and the eyelid of his left eye is swollen until there is only a gap left... Even so, every time Ma Yunyong fell down, he still stood up with all his strength, relying not only on will, but also dizzy In Shen's brain, there seems to be only one instinct left, that is - to stand up...
"Why?" Zheng Biao punched Ma Yunyong hard on the cheek, sending him flying, and two teeth fell from the air. Blood dripped down Zheng Biao's fist, which was trembling slightly.
Zheng Biao himself was almost out of energy, but this bastard seemed to have inexhaustible energy and will to stand up over and over again.
"Why?" Another punch. At this time, there is no need for any martial arts, just keep punching.
"Why? Why don't you admit defeat? You obviously don't have the strength to resist. Are you really not afraid of death?"
Zheng Biao doesn't understand, really doesn't understand, he just admits defeat, what can't be accepted? I have lost many times back then, the big deal is to go home and practice, and then compare...
Why so persistent
"Huh...hum," Ma Yunyong stood up tremblingly again, coughed and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then muttered in already blurred words: "You...you, did you see it?"
"what did you see?"
"Behind me, there is the plaque on the door..."
Zheng Biao looked around, surrounded by Qingyun Temple disciples with sad expressions, and passing through the crowd, there was a plaque hanging on the beam of the door.
"Qingyun Guan!" Zheng Biao murmured.
"No, that's right—it's Qingyun Temple—" Ma Yunyong raised his head with difficulty, his eyes that could hardly be opened revealed a brilliance that he had never seen before: "My little uncle said that under this plaque, you can only fall down. man, no pussy who throws in the towel—"
Zheng Biao was stunned in an instant—his fist stopped involuntarily for the first time, and only Ma Yunyong’s words “Only felled men, no bastards who surrender—” Silly man, this is your obsession what
When Ma Yunyong said this, not only Zheng Biao was shocked, but also the dozen or so disciples of Qingyun Temple beside him.
Lin Yuncong even covered his small mouth, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Ye Qingxuan's heart twitched fiercely, he never thought that one of his jokes back then would become Yun Yong's persistence over the years...
"What's more..." Ma Yunyong's eyes showed a bit of teasing, "I, how can I lose to a girl—"
Let your mother's shit go!
You stupid man, you're a fucking piece of shit! To this day, you still look down on me, even though I beat you like a pig, you still look down on me... Years of grudges welled up in my heart, and Zheng Biao vented his anger on Ma Yunyong...
Shit ideals, shit persistence, in this world, only strength is the most important...
Zheng Biao's fists fell on Ma Yunyong's body like raindrops, and Yunyong's body trembled like an electric shock... Zheng Biao shot with hatred, every punch carried internal strength, every punch very heavy...
But Ma Yunyong has not fallen—
"Admit defeat? Beast—quickly admit defeat..."
Zheng Biao roared.
I will never be merciful, I want to win—
Zheng Biao's physical strength poured out wildly, and his internal strength had already been exhausted in the long battle.
Now—he can only punch, punch, punch like a normal person—
suddenly-
Zheng Biao clenched his hands, and the waving hands were firmly held by the puppet-like opponent...
On a face that was swollen like a pig's head, a pair of eyes that were swollen to the point where there was only a slit left, there was a playful look in his eyes at this moment.
"Aha—the rabbit was caught!"
Zheng Biao was shocked and struggled violently...
Unexpectedly, his hands seemed to be tightly clamped by a vise, and he could not break free at all.
"You've had enough fighting, it's time for me to make a move?"
Yun Yong fiercely wrestled his arms, and shouted, "Die to me—"
ah-
There was a loud drink.
Zheng Biao felt an irresistible force coming from his arms, and then the whole world turned upside down.
With a whimper, Zheng Biao was suddenly lifted up...
boom-
Zheng Biao was slammed to the ground.
Everyone was shocked at the same time, and felt that the whole ground seemed to be shaken by this sudden shock.
puff-
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zheng Biao's mouth. That force was too great and irresistible, causing Zheng Biao to suffer internal injuries in an instant.
Falling to the ground, Zheng Biao tried his best to support him, but he couldn't get up because he groaned for a long time. His physical strength has already been exhausted, and there is still excess strength there. That Ma Yunyong—who is physically strong, is simply a beast—