Flower Stealing Master

Song Qingshu was secretly funny, Yang Miaozhen's suggestion seemed fair, but in fact it was extremely rascal. ∽↗∽↗∽↗∽↗, from the previous fight, she knew that her pear flower gun has been cultivated to the realm. It doesn’t matter whether there is a gun or not. Her legs can be used as a pear flower gun, and the hand can naturally use the pear flower gun method. .

Merely giving up the weapon, abolished his light skill and swordsmanship advantage, and the abacus was pretty loud.

It's just that Song Qingshu has always been a pity and cherishment. He didn't dislike Yang Miaozhen's innocuous cunning, so he pretended not to know, and agreed.

Perceiving Song Qingshu's smile, Yang Miaozhen looked embarrassed. She also knew that the other party had seen through her own tricks. She agreed only because of conceit, "Huh, this girl will make you regret it later. "

The two stood up in the footprints she drew, and Yang Miaozhen smiled slightly: "That girl is offended." After shaking his arm, the whole hand attacked Song Qingshu from an incredible angle, which was exactly the way of the pear spear.

A triumphant smile appeared on Yang Miaozhen's lips. Now the two sides are limited to such a circle, and they are competing more on the subtlety of their moves, and his own pear spear has always been known for its subtle moves. This time the surname Song was miscalculated.

Suddenly, Yang Miaozhen's expression changed, because she saw Song Qingshu raise his hand casually. He raised his hand very slowly, but just blocked his veins.

Yang Miao really wanted to change his tricks, but there was no time, his wrist was firmly clasped by Song Qingshu, and he tried to pull it back several times, but he didn't move.

With a bite of Yinya, when Song Qingshu did not exert any force to control her acupuncture points, Yang Miaozhen's other hand circled a large arc and attacked the opponent's neck. She calculated clearly that it was necessary for Song Qingshu to avoid this trick. Let go of your hand.

Who knows that Song Qingshu just slid his head back, just to avoid Yang Miaozhen's move. Her hand was only an inch away from Song Qingshu's neck, but Yang Miaozhen used his moves with strength, this inch of distance. She was destined to be unable to surpass.

Yang Miaozhen snorted, how could the pear spear technique break so easily, Yang Miaozhen changed his palm to play, and several slender fingers suddenly stretched out, as if plucking the strings, they flicked towards Song Qingshu's throat.

Although her hand could not go any further, plus the length of the stretched fingers, it was more than enough to reach Song Qingshu. Although the force on her fingers was not heavy, her throat was the most vulnerable part of the human body. No matter how strong his internal strength is, I am afraid there will be a short-term suffocation.

The masters competed, and the winner was originally on the front line. Yang Miaozhen had already predicted that he was about to win the competition, but soon her smile solidified again.

Song Qingshu did not expect Yang Miaozhen to have this trick. It is easy to avoid it, but his feet will inevitably leave the drawn circle. He is regretting the previous support, but his brain has a flash of inspiration, and he has already thought of cracking it. The law.

Yang Miao was really proud, but suddenly found that Song Qingshu opened her mouth and bit her finger that bounced over in one bite. I don’t know if it was an illusion. She seemed to feel the other party’s tongue licking lightly on her fingertips. .

Yang Miaozhen didn't expect such a thing to happen, and his whole body froze at once, staring at each other blankly.

"Oh, are these two competing or flirting?"

"Tsk tusk, kissed so soon?"

"This surnamed Song is really awesome. Only yesterday did the nine princesses take care of him, but today he actually got this rouge tiger in front of so many people."

"Si Niangzi, how sturdy you are usually, why do you look like a shy daughter-in-law now."

"No matter how sturdy Si Niangzi is, she is still a woman. When she meets a handsome girl, Si Chun'er is chanting."

"Hahaha~"

...

Hearing the foul language coming from the audience, Yang Miaozhen finally woke up and found that Song Qingshu still had his fingers in his hands. He couldn't help being ashamed and angry.

At this moment, she was pinched by Song Qingshu with one hand and wrist, and the other hand was bitten in the mouth by him. She couldn't move all of them, so she had to lift her leg and kick it between his legs.

"Hiss~"

The dry man under the stage only felt a chill between his legs. He couldn't help taking a breath.

"This woman is really strong-tempered." Song Qingshu was also shocked, Yang Miaozhen kicked out with hatred, if she was kicked, whether it was the happiness of the second half of his life or the **** of the lower body, he would all be ruined.

Song Qingshu hurried to one side and avoided her kick. Taking advantage of her old age, she used her arm to clamp her raised leg under her armpit.

"Oh~"

There was a burst of malicious whistles from the audience. At this time, Yang Miaozhen's hands were restrained, and Song Qingshu's legs were also clamped. The whole posture was extremely shame, and her arrogant curve could no longer be covered by a strong suit. The Hawker's eyes widened.

Yang Miaozhen tried several times, but found that the strength he had passed on was like a clay cow into the sea. It was not half effective at all. He couldn't help but be ashamed and angry: "Let go of me!"

"If Si Niangzi admits defeat, she will naturally let go." Leaning on her close, Song Qingshu had to admit that Yang Miaozhen really has a proud capital.

As if noticing Song Qingshu's slightly wretched gaze, Yang Miaozhen's skin was flushed, and he screamed, his waist twisted, his whole body volleyed away, and his other foot directly kicked Song Qingshu's ribs.

Song Qingshu seemed to have expected it before, and this time he didn't evade anymore, and abruptly picked up her leg whip.

Although she kicked the opponent, Yang Miaozhen's expression changed, because she felt that the strength contained in her foot was depleted by a soft strength. This body protection magical power does not seem to have broken the world before...

Before Yang Miaozhen had time to be shocked, he was shocked to find that Song Qingshu took the opportunity to pinch his leg under his arm. At this time, the whole person became completely hung on the other party.

His legs are clamped under the armpits by Song Qingshu, one hand is held by him, and the other is in his mouth. That posture is as ambiguous as it is, as if a couple are kissing each other.

"Wow~"

Hearing the excitement under the ring, Yang Miaozhen really wanted to find a place to sew in. Song Qingshu's nasty voice suddenly came from his ear: "Si Niangzi, your feet are off the ground now, follow your own decision The rules, you seem to have lost."

Yang Miaozhen doesn't have any kung fu to manage winning or losing now: "I lose, I lose, let me go." Being held in his arms like this in front of the world's heroes, Yang Miaozhen has always been pungent, and he can't hold it.

"I have been offended just now, and I hope the Fourth Lady will not be offended." Song Qingshu gently put Yang Miaozhen down while apologizing.

Yang Miaozhen also looked depressed. In the end, it was her own self-inflicted style. She proposed this kind of martial arts. She also took the initiative to reach out and attack. People are just passively parrying...

No one could vent his anger, Yang Miaozhen simply snorted, and ran off the ring as if to escape——

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