Flower Stealing Master

"Cousin, have you noticed that the Golden Snake Tournament is now underway. The more unknown the players, the more surprising the results. ∷∷∷∷," Wang Yuyan looked worried, no matter it was You Tanzhi , Shi Potian, or Ah Qing, everyone had never heard of the reputation before, but the strength they showed was no less than the most advanced player in the world, and Murong Fu’s opponent this time just happened to be ordinary. The monk, Wang Yuyan is not worried.

Murong Fu obviously had the same idea. Before, he thought it was a big advantage to draw such an unknown opponent. Now it seems that the future is not good.

But in the presence of his cousin and his retainers, Murong Fu didn’t want to show his timidity, pretending to be confident, “Don’t worry, that monk named Xuzhu is a younger disciple of the Xuzi generation of Shaolin Temple. The martial arts of Shaolin, the most important school, is gradual The older he is, the higher his martial arts cultivation will be. At Xuzhu's age, his martial arts must not be much higher."

Wang Yuyan praised the head: "Yes, Shaolin Temple martial arts is the heaviest foundation. In the first two decades of the martial arts, the disciples of the school lag far behind some wicked people in the martial arts school. After 30 years, they gradually leveled off. After 30 years, the wicked people Far from being an opponent of Shaolin disciples. Even if this Xu Zhu is an unborn martial arts wizard, at his age, martial arts are limited no matter how old he is."

The Murong family and the others were studying the rival of the horse, but Zhuo Bufan on the stage was stunned. He realized that he was a master of swordsmanship at this time, but he did not expect to lose to a girl like this. The previous smugness, now everything disappears.

"Is it all right for me?" After Ah Qing finished using his sword light, he saw Zhuo Bufan stunned in place and asked in confusion.

Hearing A Qing’s question, Zhuo Bufan suddenly changed his mind. Although the girl’s sword aura was horrifying, her moves might not be exquisite. Seeing that she was innocent and didn’t understand anything, she might not really fight. Is my opponent...

Seeing Zhuo Bufan's still speechless, Ah Qing was startled, suddenly showing a face of enlightenment, and chuckled: "It turns out that it is not long enough, then you look at me this way is enough." As soon as the voice fell, the green bamboo stick danced again. , A ten-foot-long cyan sword light swept across the ring above the ring, and all the flagpoles of the various schools that were stuck in the ring were cut off from it.

The banner of the sect in the arena is the face of the sect. If the sign of the sect is taken down in this way, it is definitely an unending vengeance, but now no sect has the meaning of revenge, and they stand up and look at the one in Taichung. Jiao's figure, all of her mouths opened wide, as if she could squeeze a big egg.

"Is that enough?" A Qing stared at Zhuo Bufan with a smile, his eyes curved like crescents.

"Enough, enough." Zhuo Bufan squeezed out a word hurriedly, slipping out of the ring like an escape. Looking at Ah Qingtian’s romantic smile now, Zhuo Bufan only felt that her back was chilling. There was absolutely no sign of her move just now. Fortunately, the other party deliberately raised the angle of the sword energy, otherwise he swept away at himself. Now he is afraid. There are only two pieces left.

Murongfu, who was in the audience, also had a gray face, and murmured: "If Zhang Er's sword aura, I can still find a way to fight, ten feet long sword aura, how can I beat her..."

Wang Yuyan was also pretty pale, but she still instinctively comforted: "Cousin, can you beat her? You have to break through the first round before you can consider this issue. The second round will start tomorrow, and we have one night. Time to study the countermeasures, then we will find a few more experts to discuss together, there will always be a way to deal with it."

When Wang Yuyan spoke, he thought of Duan Yu subconsciously. After all, his Six-Medition Divine Sword was somewhat similar to A Qing's sword aura, so he should have a better way of coping than others.

But I don’t know why, another man suddenly appeared in her mind. Wang Yuyan's face was reddish, and she quietly glanced at somewhere on the other side of the ring: "That person smiles like a cloud no matter what happens. Calm, he should have a way."

Song Qingshu didn't know that he was so reliable in Wang Yuyan's heart, he just looked at A Qing abuse Zhuo Bufan, and smiled a little happily.

"I don't know why you can still laugh, how could you beat her." Zhu Yuxuan looked worried. Let Song Qingshu enter the Golden Snake Camp, which is the most important part of her great cause of national restoration. Naturally, her face was a little ugly.

"Sister Ajiu, you don't need to be so pessimistic. Judging from the strength shown by Qing Shu and Ming Zun last time, she may not have the strength to fight." Zhou Zhiruo persuaded, but her tone also revealed that she did not have any of her own. So confident.

"Whose strength is the lion or the cow?" Song Qingshu suddenly raised a completely unrelated question.

"It should be a cow..." Zhu Yu was thoughtful, apparently catching Song Qingshu's thoughts.

"Yes," Song Qingshu smiled, "No matter how powerful a cow is, but it can't beat a lion at all, what's the use? On the contrary, although the strength of a lion is not better than that of a cow, it can hit the key of the cow, so it has more strength. Instead, the big cow can only become the lion’s plate Chinese food."

Zhou Zhiruo frowned: "I know your light work is very good, but this martial arts competition is limited to such a square arena, A Qing's sword aura can obviously cover the entire arena indiscriminately, you have nowhere to hide. Hide."

Song Qingshu smiled unpredictably: "If I run into someone else, I'm really not sure, but if I run into Ah Qing in the finals, I'm sure I will win."

The two women felt unprecedented confidence in his tone. They couldn't help but startled, and asked with concern: "Why are you sure to beat her?"

"Buddha said, no, no." Song Qingshu watched his nose and nose, and he refused to confide a word no matter how the two women asked each other.

"Arrogant!" Guo Fu's position is not far from Song Qingshu, so even though Song Qingshu's voices were soft, they were still clearly heard by Guo Fu. At the moment she was impressed by the strength displayed by A Qing, and the moment later she But when he heard that Song Qingshu could steadily win against Ah Qing, a wave of anger was uncontrollable.

Huang Rong was considering where Ah Qing was a master, and whether he was friend or foe with the beggar gang. When she heard her daughter's words, she suddenly smiled, obviously feeling the same in her heart.

Song Qingshu gave Guo Fu a slanted look, and said to her for the first time: "You don't believe it?"

Guo Fu snorted: "Of course I don't believe it. Some people are not afraid to flash their tongues when talking."

"If you don't believe me, we can make a bet." Song Qingshu smiled slightly.

"Gamble, gamble!" Guo Fu was originally an impulsive character. Seeing the smile that Song Qingshu always put on his face, he only felt evil and subconsciously blurted out.

"If you want to bet, you have to get a lot of money. I don't think you can show anything that interests me." Song Qingshu fiddled with his fingers, showing a lack of interest.

"I'm afraid you are afraid not to gamble," Guo Fu suddenly sneered when Song Qingshu had the intention of shrinking.

Huang Rong couldn't help but shook her head and smiled bitterly. Her own daughter is really not like her own temperament. She was caught in the trap of others so easily, but she obviously didn't think Song Qingshu could win Ah Qing, so she didn't mind her betting against each other.