"Yo, they actually met Shaolin monks." In the attic, the Duke of Ming Dynasty looked at the group of people on the kicking field with great interest, "This is a good show to watch."
Originally, Duke Ming didn't pay much attention to any academy, but who made him lose face at the entrance of Tianqiong Academy, there is nothing more pleasing to him than letting that kid get shriveled.
The Duke of Ming Jun didn't talk about the monarch's thoughts for the time being. He waved at the servants and asked them to bring melon and fruit snacks. He wanted to see the Shaolin monk beat that kid!
The four Shaolin monks who came on stage glared at each other, each with ring scars on their heads. From right to left, there were one ring scar, two ring scars, and three ring scars. They looked the most powerful. of monks have six ring scars.
"Do you think these warrior monks are a little scary?" Muchuan whispered beside Gu Jiao.
"Aren't you afraid?" Gu Jiao asked.
Muchuan straightened his back immediately and said stubbornly, "I... I'm not afraid! Who said I was afraid!"
Gu Jiao glanced at him: "Don't shake your legs before you speak."
Muchuan: "… "
The Shaolin monks did not speak to them, but just made eye contact. In fact, it was more a demonstration and provocation than communication.
To be honest, Muchuan's heart is really a little terrified, even more terrified than the black wind ride in the Han family.
Zhao Wei is similar to him, but he has a lot of heart, but his experience in kicking is a little richer than Muchuan, and he is not too timid for the time being.
The kick-off in the first quarter was decided by lottery, and every time a goal was scored after that, the opponent would kick off the kick. Right now, it was Tianqiong Academy.
Generally speaking, as the main attacker of the batting team, Mu Qingchen rarely participates in the kick-off, but because the opponent is too strong, after discussing with Wu Fuzi, he decided to tee off.
It took only a few short moments from their appearance to the sound of the gong, but everyone felt like a long time had passed.
The people in the stands were so nervous that they held their breath.
"Ah, how could this be?" Jing Erye sat in front of the railing, staring at the Shaolin monks on the field, "Do you want to be so unlucky?"
The second lady couldn't leave today because of something, so she couldn't come over. On his left was Duke Ang in a wheelchair, and behind Duke Ang stood Mu Ruxin in a green gauze and white dress.
Hearing this, Mu Ruxin looked at the second master Jing in confusion: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Second Master Jing sighed deeply: "The group of Shaolin monks are very powerful, and Tianqiong Academy is not their opponent."
Mu Ruxin's eyes moved and she asked, "Second Master really hopes that Tianqiong Academy will win?"
Second Master Jing murmured: "I don't have it, even that group of Shaolin monks are not serious, and it's not easy for a few students."
As soon as he said these words, Grandpa Guo's hand on the armrest was slowly pulled into a fist and trembled slightly.
The gong sounded.
Facing the scorching sun, Mu Qingchen's expression froze, and he swayed a ball steadily.
"Second sister, second sister, hurry up!"
Outside the kicking field, Su Xue pulled her second sister into the crowd, took out the token and let the guards let go.
"Slow down." Second Miss Su was dragged by her so much that her hand hurt.
Su Xue said: "The gong has just been banged, and the kicking competition has begun!"
Second Miss Su Liu Mei frowned slightly: "It started at the beginning, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
"I want to see Xiao... See fourth brother." Su Xue said solemnly, "Since fourth brother moved into the academy, I haven't seen him for a long time."
Miss Su Er sighed: "Let my father know that we are not going to Master Fu's chess class, but come to watch some juju competition, and we will definitely be punished."
Su Xue grabbed her wrist and walked towards the stand of Tianqiong Academy: "No way! Let's go!"
Mu Qingchen's shot was very good, and there was no problem with the speed and accuracy.
The person who catches the ball is Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei has learned to kick Ju since he was a child. Technically, he successfully caught the polo swung by Mu Qingchen, and he looked at Muchuan in front of him.
Muchuan nodded at him.
Zhao Wei passed the ball to Muchuan, and Muchuan passed it to Gu Jiao, and at this time Mu Qingchen had already come to the opponent's hole.
Gu Jiao passed the polo to him, and Mu Qingchen took it and hit it towards the hole.
The four of them cooperated seamlessly and smoothly, and the spectators finally saw Tianqiong Academy play polo seriously.
However, just as the polo was about to make a hole, something unexpected happened.
A Shaolin monk jumped on his horse, came to the hole, and hit the polo that Mu Qingchen had hit with a pole.
The pole was hit very far, almost halfway across the field.
Zhao Wei and Muchan had already fought back, so they hurried to grab the ball, but they didn't even see the shadow of the ball when they heard a gong sound from the referee's stand.
Scored
The two were stunned.
Shaolin Academy came out on top and got the first flag to start the game.
"No, how did you get in? What's the situation?" Muchuan was at a loss.
He and Zhao Wei are chasing the polo. Did the ball escape into the hole by itself
Of course, it's not that the polo will escape, but that the Shaolin monk's movements are so fast that neither of them can see it.
Zhao Wei frowned and looked at the arrogant Shaolin monk, and recalled: "It's not all fast, they have tactics! The monk with the scar on the third ring just blocked our view with the body of a horse. He swung to grab the ball, we thought The polo is on his side, but the polo is actually further ahead, and it has already been in the hands of that monk with six rings."
After listening to Zhao Wei's analysis, Muchan felt that his beliefs were overturned: "Is it so yin?"
Since the other side scored the goal, it was still their kickoff.
This time it was Zhao Wei who kicked the ball.
Zhao Wei drives the polo to Muchuan, but before Muchuan's club can be swung, a Shaolin monk swoops past him.
The Shaolin monk took the polo away.
Mu Qingchen was pinched from both sides and could not break through.
Gu Jiao intercepted a ball with the skills she learned from Xu Ping.
She passed the ball to Mu Qingchen, and Mu Qingchen passed it to Zhao Wei.
Then the ball is lost again.
The gong sounded again, and Shaolin Academy scored another goal.
The speed of Shaolin Academy's goal was outrageous, even faster than the scoring record set by Ma Wang Sahuan.
Muchan and Zhao Wei were so tired that they were out of breath, and Mu Qingchen and Gu Jiao also had a little sweat on their faces.
Several people rode on their horses, waiting for the referee to bring the polo over.
Muchan panted: "What kind of monks are these? Too fierce? Liulang, why don't you ride your horse king over."
Gu Jiao said, "It's still too small to ride."
Muchuan muttered, "Didn't you ride last time?"
Mu Qingchen said indifferently, "Don't say a few words."
Muchuan closed his mouth.
It's not about the horses, it's about the people.
These monks are too powerful. They are all powerful and incomparably powerful. The balls they hit can't be caught by others.
"Is your arm okay?" Mu Qingchen asked Gu Jiao.
Fang Cai Gu Jiao intercepted the most.
Gu Jiao touched her almost numb right arm: "It's fine." Just take it easy.
The game starts again.
Mu Qingchen kicked the ball.
It is forbidden to use internal force in the juju competition, otherwise it will be regarded as a foul. These young monks have tempered their bodies all the year round, and have cultivated the ability to be indestructible. Every shot they swing seems to have internal force.
Mu Qingchen's ball was snatched away without incident.
Muchan was the closest, he swung his club to grab it back, Zhao Wei assisted from the side, and the two blocked the formation of the Shaolin monks.
They have secured the ball!
The Shaolin monk King Kong glared angrily and swung his pole out.
"I'm coming!" Muchan stepped forward and caught it with one pole.
At this moment, something unexpected happened. The monk obviously expected that the ball would be intercepted, so he used extremely terrifying force.
Muchuan's whole body was knocked out.
Zhao Wei suddenly changed color: "Muchuan!"
Muchuan fell off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.
All around the meadow was silent.
Another person fell off the horse, and everyone couldn't help but think of Nangong Lin, who fell off the horse and was trampled. Will something happen again
The referee stopped the game.
Zhao Wei rolled over and dismounted: "Muchuan! Are you alright?"
Muchan covered his right arm, his whole face contorted into a ball in pain: "is my arm broken?"
Gu Jiao jumped off the horse, squatted down, and supported his arm: "Dislocated, bear with it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and took Muchuan's arm with a click.
Muchuan cried out in pain.
Master Wu came over and took Muchuan down and replaced Yuan Xiao.
After careful consideration by the referee, it was finally determined that it was an accident, and Shaolin Academy did not violate the rules.
"Isn't this a foul?" Yuan Xiao said dissatisfiedly, "They clearly did it on purpose!"
He had been watching just now that the warrior monk with three ring scars on his head was aiming at Muchuan to swing, and he just wanted to use the power of polo to injure Muchuan.
"Did they do this before?" Gu Jiao said suddenly.
Only Mu Qingchen can answer this question. After all, no one has seen the Shaolin Academy competition except him.
Mu Qingchen frowned and said, "I used to be domineering and strong, but... it's not as brutal as it is today."
If it weren't for his better martial arts than Muchuan, he would have been dismounted long ago.
Why did he ask Gu Jiao's arm just now, because his arm was also injured.
This group of Shaolin monks seems to be deliberately targeting them. Did someone secretly manipulate something
In the attic, the Duke of Ming clapped his hands and applauded: "Beautiful! That's how it should be! Who brought the Shaolin Academy here, it really won the heart of the King of this county!"
Han Shizi took a sip of tea unhurriedly.
The game starts again.
Gu Jiao took the horse and walked in front of the referee master, but suddenly she stopped and turned to look at the referee master: "Are you sure that the behavior just now is not a foul?"
The referee said, "Naturally it doesn't count."
"Oh." Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows, "So, as long as it's hit by the ball, it's not a foul."
The referee frowned, feeling that this statement was not quite right, and corrected: "You can't deliberately attack the opponent with the ball."
Muchan was knocked flying when he was grabbing the ball, and the opponent didn't target him.
"Oh." Gu Jiao said, "It's not a foul if it's not intentional, is it?"
That's right, but there's something wrong coming out of your mouth.
The referee gave Gu Jiao a strange look. He didn't say what was wrong, and nodded, "Let's start."
Gu Jiao got on her horse.
Yuan Xiao kicked the ball.
As soon as Zhao Wei grabbed it, he was snatched by a Shaolin monk before he could warm up.
Gu Jiao galloped to catch up, and the Shaolin monk was about to swing when Gu Jiao suddenly said, "Amitabha."
The Shaolin monk was stunned for a moment, almost conditioned reflex to retract the club, stretched out his hand and made a Buddha salute: "Amitabha—"
Bang!
Gu Jiao hit the polo with a single shot!
Shaolin monk: "..."
Yuan Xiao got the ball, passed it to Zhao Wei, and Zhao Wei passed it to Gu Jiao.
At this time, they were very close to the opponent's hole, and Mu Qingchen was already in place.
The Shaolin monks chased after him, and Gu Jiao was attacked from both sides.
"Liu Lang!" Yuan Xiao shouted not far away.
Give him the ball, and he will give it to Mu Qingchen.
Gu Jiao didn't do that, she took the risk and passed the ball to Mu Qingchen.
Sure enough, it was blocked.
Yuan Xiao frowned: "Oh!"
It was the monk with six scars who stopped the ball. He wanted to pass the ball to another monk, and Gu Jiao stared at the latter.
A stern look flashed in the eyes of the monk with Six Rings Scar, and he hit the ball with one shot.
He almost used all his strength.
Mu Qingchen screamed inwardly, this is not the ball he really wants to pass to his companions, he intends to use the same trick used on Muchan on Gu Jiao as well.
Can't be hard-connected!
It was too late for Mu Qingchen to stop her, so Gu Jiao stretched out her club.
"what-"
With a scream, the warrior monk behind Gu Jiao was hit by the polo and fell from the horse's back!
It turned out that Gu Jiao did extend the club just now, but not to catch the ball, but to touch it lightly to change the direction of the ball.
The monk fell hard, and his companion shouted: "You foul!"
Gu Jiao spread her hands: "Why did I foul? You guys played the ball, you are so strong, you can't catch it, do you blame me?"
The monks were choked hard.
The referee judged it as an accident, no foul, and the game continued.
The power of the Six Rings Scar monk should not be underestimated. This monk fell hard, so he was temporarily off the field and replaced by another monk.
This substitute monk was slightly inferior in strength, and opened a hole for Tianqiong Academy. Before the end of the second quarter, Tianqiong Academy scored a goal.
The Shaolin monk seemed to be provoked, and Yuan Xiao's arm was injured at the beginning of the third quarter.
"Are you okay?" Mu Qingchen asked.
Yuan Xiao gritted his teeth and held the club: "I'm fine... I can continue..."
It's not enough if they don't continue. There are only five of them, and Muchuan can no longer play. If he is also off, the number of people will not be enough for the game, and they can only abstain.
Gu Jiao looked at Yuan Xiao's right hand that was trembling in pain, and her eyes turned completely cold.
She switched the club to her left hand, wrapped the reins with her right hand, and snatched the polo with lightning speed.
The monk who was grabbed by the ball was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the opponent's speed to suddenly become so fast!
After Gu Jiao grabbed the ball, she did not pass it to anyone, but took the ball to the opponent's hole by herself.
The monk with the six ring scars has been waiting for a long time.
Gu Jiao was full of murderous intent, and hit the ball towards the hole with one shot.
A trace of contempt flashed across the eyes of the Six Rings Scar Monk, and he raised his hand and waved to intercept it.
At this moment, something unbelievable happened. The moment the cue hit the polo, his whole body was blown away!
What a terrible force this is!
He was directly shaken off the field, slammed into the pillar below the stand, and fell to the ground in embarrassment!
Everyone was stunned, and even many people in the stands stood up.
What just happened
Was it the Shaolin monk who was knocked into the air
How could this be
"Sixth Senior Brother!"
The monks rode their horses to the edge of the juju arena, dismounted and rushed towards him.
"Just now... Was it Rooku just now?" Yuan Xiao was stunned.
Even if he knew Xiao Liulang's ability, he didn't expect such ability. The power of that blow just now was too strong for even Mu Qingchen, right
"Did he use internal strength?" Zhao Wei asked.
Mu Qingchen said with a complicated expression, "No."
He didn't feel any internal force, Xiao Liulang used his own strength.
Zhao Wei's eyes lit up: "Liu Lang is so powerful, didn't this group of monks kick the iron plate?"
Mu Qingchen said: "Yes, I kicked the iron plate."
Why are the Shaolin monks so powerful? It's not because their kicking skills are against the sky. Compared with Xu Ping, they still have a certain gap. They are better than speed and strength. The monk's opponent.
No one can catch the ball they hit, and they can't stop the ball that others hit.
Yuan Xiao scratched his head: "Is Liulang so powerful before?"
Mu Qingchen paused and said, "No."
The strength that Xiao Liulang showed when he tamed the king of horses was not so strong.
Gu Jiao's move was so beautiful that the Prince of Ming Dynasty in the attic couldn't even close his mouth: "What kind of pervert is this kid? That's a Shaolin monk!"
Han Shizi looked at the unruly young man on the horse, and a figure he had seen in his childhood suddenly flashed in his mind.
He was the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family.
A young man who can kill a tiger with one punch without using internal strength.
Gu Jiao looked at her hands.
Well, these monks are somewhat useful, and their strength seems to have recovered a little.
It has been quiet for a few months.
Gu Jiao bent her lips and looked at the Shaolin monks who were about to return to the arena, green light flashed in her eyes.
The hearts of Shaolin monks collectively trembled!
What is the inexplicable ominous premonition
(End of this chapter)