Flower Stealing Master

"What do you want to bet on, this lady will accompany you." Seeing Song Qingshu's silence, Guo Fu thought he had flinched and couldn't help but smile smugly.

Song Qingshu hurriedly waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to lose by then."

"How could this lady not be able to lose?" Guo Fu was furious, "Wait, how could this lady lose!"

Song Qing said: "How can there be any reason for a stable win in a casino."

Guo Fu thinks too, anyway, he has a certainty of victory. Song Qingshu, the bastard, sees that he doesn't see the lord of the rabbit or the eagle. If he doesn't draw a cake for him, he may not be willing to bet with himself.

"Okay, you draw down the road, and this lady will continue." The angle of Guo Fu's lips slightly raised showed that she was confident.

Song Qingshu glanced at Huang Rong, pondered for a moment, then stretched out a finger to Guo Fu: "One condition, the one who loses promises one condition for the winner, and meets any requirement of the other party."

Huang Rong frowned. A girl's family, how can such a condition be agreed casually? Just about to stop him, who knew that Guo Fu had already promised: "Okay, just gamble, I will let you lie on the ground in front of the heroes of the world to learn how to bark."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "It may not be me who lost."

Guo Fu snorted: "I can't lose anyway."

Huang Rong wanted to stop, but the competition just now had ended. She had to take the stage to preside over the overall situation, and she didn't have time to spend here. Although she saw that Song Qingshu was so determined, her confidence was a little shaken, but with her eyesight, she couldn't think of the possibility of Song Qingshu winning the slightest, so she gave Song Qingshu a bad look, and she returned to the ring. Go, cleared his throat, and summarized the previous game while introducing the two players in the next one, Shaolin Temple disciple Xu Zhu and Gusu Murongfu.

Zhou Zhiruo's expression was not good, and she quietly pinched Song Qingshu's waist soft flesh: "You must be playing Huang Rong's idea."

"Heaven and earth conscience, I didn't say anything." Song Qingshu shouted wronged.

"Don't think I don't know what nasty thoughts you are fighting on, your condition..." Zhou Zhiruo bit her lips lightly, a trace of frost floating on her face.

"Guo Jing and Huang Rong are the heroes admired by the Han people all over the world, and they are also recognized by everyone as the family of gods. This woman is inconvenient to touch." Zhu Yuxuan looked worried, obviously thinking of going with Zhou Zhiruo, the two women worried that the conversation would be heard by Guo Fu , One after another came to Song Qingshu's ear to transmit the sound and secret.

In the eyes of outsiders, the three of them were extremely affectionate, and many men in the distance showed envy in their eyes. Guo Fu raised his anger for no reason, and turned his head to the other side, not seeing the heart.

"Uh, am I the kind of demon in your heart?" Seeing the two women nodding at the same time, Song Qingshu suddenly looked speechless.

Fortunately, the attention of the two women was quickly attracted by the two in the ring, and they did not continue to struggle with this issue.

"This little monk is plain-looking, and he is of the shaolin monk, and he is not a master no matter how you look at it." Zhu Yuxu quietly commented after observing for a long time.

"This is a martial arts contest and not a beauty pageant. What are you doing in charge of people's appearance?" Song Qingshu was surprised.

"You need to take care of it." Zhu Yuxuan's face flushed. Although she has experienced many things over the years, she is still a romantic girl in her bones, and she subconsciously likes good-looking things.

"Don't pay attention to him," Zhou Zhiruo grabbed Zhu Yuxuan and commented, "But although this little monk is not amazing, but from the experience of the previous competitions, he may also have amazing skills." Obviously Zhou Zhiruo and Wang Yuyan wanted to work together. went.

Song Qingshu didn't mix the comments between them, but thought in his heart: He didn't hear the wind of Zhenlong chess game in the rivers and lakes. It seems that Xuzhu has not opened this copy, so how can he have the confidence to participate in this conference? I don’t know how Xu Zhu is in martial arts today. There is no martial arts of Xiaoyao School. At his age, what is he famous for practicing Shaolin martial arts?

Song Qingshu suddenly thought of another question. Why didn’t you hear anything from Xiaoyao faction in the rivers and lakes? Could it be that Dongfang Muxue mentioned last time that her brother once went to the Xiaoyao three old men to ask for the "Bei Ming" in order to transfer his full power to the new body. The sequelae caused by "Shen Gong"?

During this period of time he pondered, the two on the stage had already fought a battle. One was a young master who had been famous for many years, and the other was an obscure Shaolin disciple. He thought it would be a one-sided situation. Who knows that the situation shows that Murong Fu did not take it. To the slightest cheap.

"Nianhuazhi? I didn't expect this monk at a young age to comprehend the true meaning of Venerable Kassapa's gesture of turning flowers, and practiced the skill of Nianhuazhi."

"Yeah, it really comes from Buddhism. I use the flower to point to this soft martial arts. I don't want to hurt people, but only use soft energy to point people's acupuncture points."

This time the crowds gathered, and there was obviously no shortage of knowledgeable players in the field. Some people recognized Xuzhu's moves and were amazed.

"In my opinion, this little monk is not as loyal and honest as his appearance. Just now he attacked Murong Fu with a finger of incomparable robbery. Fortunately, Mr. Murong has gone through many battles and he has not been silently attacked."

"Wuxiangjie pointed out that he did not raise his hand, his sleeves did not move, and there was no trace of it when used. It is really the best method of sneak attack. Since there is no trace to be found, how can you tell that he used the Wuxiangjie finger? "

"Did you not see Murong Fu dodge aside abruptly as if he was facing an enemy in the opening game?"

"I really remember what you said, this little monk looks loyal and honest, I didn't expect it to be so insidious."

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Baodi secretly squeezed a cold sweat, then looked at Wang Yuyan in fear and asked: "Miss Wang, how do you know that little monk would use Wuxiangjiezhi?"

"It's just that I saw those few players with lesser reputations shine before. I reminded my cousin that he must play a twelve-point spirit and pay attention to his opponents this time," Wang Yuyan explained as the two contestants on the observation stage, "Shaolin Temple Invisible robbery refers to the invisible and invisible, the most difficult to be guarded against, so I specifically told my cousin."

"After Master Xuanbei passed away, I always thought that only Kumozhi was the only monk who could do this kind of martial arts. I didn't expect that this loyal and honest little monk could also do this vicious martial arts." Seeing that Murong Fu was not next to Wang Yuyan, Duan Yu quietly leaned over, just hearing Wang Yuyan's comments, and couldn't help but answer.

"No or no, martial arts has nothing to do with righteous and evil, only that the person performing it is evil. Duan Gongzi commented on Wuxiangjie that this authentic Buddhist martial arts is a sinister martial arts, and it is indeed a great joke in the world." See Duan Yu, the ghost of the world. The stinky boy came to Miss Wang again, and Baodi felt disgusted in his heart, and couldn't help but catch the flies for his master.