Peerless Pirates

Chapter 317 Weird Contest

Chapter 317 Weird Contest

Hearing Xin Qiji's praise, classmate Song Xiaolang, the thief of essays, rarely blushed (read the full text of "The Anti-Japanese War Dictator"). He secretly thought that if this poem was seen by Wanyan Yusheng, there might be some waves. However, he naturally wanted to please him now.

Xin Qiji, after all, he had to escort the martial arts candidates from Shandong Road to Beijing, and he had to entrust him to take care of him along the way.

Seeing Song Zheng's calligraphy and poetry, everyone else had different expressions. Lu Hong was naturally impressed. As Song Zheng's uncle, he felt honored. Xin Yu felt admiration.

Poetry observers, Song Xiaolang's literary talent is amazing, almost on par with his father Xin Qiji (the latest chapter of The Apocalyptic Ability Person).

Yang Dong has an average literary talent and a straightforward personality, and he also cheered with Xin Qiji, "Young man, I can't beat you when it comes to writing and ink. Wait for a martial arts competition later, and I, Yang Dong, will overwhelm you no matter what."

In response, Song Zheng just smiled and said nothing.

Qiao Shang's face was even more ugly. Even the famous poet Xin Youan (Xin Qiji) applauded loudly, so tomorrow's poem writing will definitely not need to be compared. However, this guy knows that he is not good at writing poems, so he is happy to take advantage of it.

Get rid of Hou Wenxian and Xu Mingxuan, so that they will not drop their book bags every day and treat themselves like rough people.

Xin Qiji commented for a long time and then sighed, "If our Daqi soldiers were all like Xiaolang, with the ambition to serve the country, why worry about the injustice of the great wealth!"

Song Zheng shook his head secretly. As a military general, there is no one who does not look forward to fighting and making achievements, but they have never thought that if a general achieves thousands of bones, the honor will be filled with blood and corpses. Although Song Zheng thinks that he has no idea.

He may not be a good person, but he definitely doesn’t want the two countries to go to war.

Fortunately, after Wanyan Yusheng came to the throne, he was busy rectifying the country first, and then dealing with Xixia. There will be no war with Daqi for the time being, and the people can live a stable life for a few years. As for the future, after Wanyan Yusheng's ambitions expand, he will

Song Zheng couldn't tell whether he would send his army southward.

After several people commented again, Yang Dong shouted, "Xiao Lang, should we go out?"

Xin Qiji nodded, handed the words written by Song Zheng to his servants for framing, and then said with a smile, "Xiao Lang, Yang Dong, I will give you a judgment today!"

Lu Hong had full confidence in Song Zheng and immediately said, "Uncle Lu, I'll put down five taels of silver and bet that Xiao Lang will win."

"Let's start gambling?" Qiao Shang became interested. This guy was already interested in this, so he immediately took out ten taels of silver and bought Yang Dong to win.

Yang Dong won. After all, he had seen Song Zheng's skills in last year's competition, and Yang Dong's performance was not as outstanding.

Yang Dong also participated in the bet and actually took out twenty taels of silver (read the full text of "The Mystery of the Tao"). Song Zheng was a little stunned. He had seen Yang Dong's kung fu, but he didn't know the details of his family. He easily took out two taels of silver.

Judging from the ten taels of silver, he must have come from a wealthy family. Could it be that the descendants of the Yang family generals became prosperous when they arrived in Daqi?

"Since everyone is so interested, it would be unreasonable for me not to participate." Song Zheng laughed, "The one who beats Brother Yang now is forty taels of silver. Only Lu Hong beats five taels of silver, so I won't do it either.

That’s hypocritical, I’ll bet on this!”

After saying that, Song Zheng took out a gold lock. He won it last year at the residence of the Right Prime Minister Wanyan Jing in Daijin. When leaving Daijin, he naturally had to take this yellow and white thing with him. Two of them

The ingots were exchanged for silver for use on the road.

As soon as the gold medal came out, everyone's expression changed. Whether it was Daqi or Dajin, gold was relatively rare. Even if it was available, not many people would dare to carry it with them casually. After all, it is something that is particularly envied by others.

thing.

Song Zheng took out the gold and immediately cast a layer of mystery over himself. Everyone knew that Song Zheng's father, Song Jue, had never coveted any silver except his salary, and he was still very noble. So Song Zheng's gold

Where does it come from?

However, although everyone was a little suspicious, they didn't say anything. They had seen the gold before, and given these people's family backgrounds and personalities, they wouldn't try to steal it.

Yang Dongze laughed and said, "Okay, I beat Xiao Lang today, and I will be the host tonight. This gold ingot can give us a good meal! Xiao Lang, please!"

"please!"

When everyone came to the patio, Song Zheng immediately took another look at the terrain. According to his experience, observing the terrain is the first priority. The patio is not big, and is long and narrow from east to west, about twelve or thirty feet long, that is, thirty meters.

up and down, south

The North is six or seven feet long. If it is used for martial arts competition, it is still a little cramped. However, this cramped situation is more beneficial to Song Zheng. His kung fu is small and flexible, and he is good at close combat. However, Yang needs a certain amount of skill to use a gun.

space.

However, judging from the fight between Yang Dong and Xin Qiji in the morning, it will not be easy for him to defeat him. Moreover, he does not have a weapon that he is good at (Latest Chapter of Top Love Sage). Yang Dong has always been playing with guns, and his marksmanship is naturally excellent.

.And Song Zheng is a little troublesome

Although "Zhenyuan Sword Manual" is good, Song Zheng always feels that it is not mature enough. As for the "Panlong Sword Stick" that he conceived, it is only in his mind now and must not have been practiced. It seems that he can only use it by himself

He is best at "Taiyi Swordsmanship".

Yang Dong took out two pewter poles from the weapon rack on the side of the wall, shook them, nodded with satisfaction, and threw one of them to Song Zheng. Song Zheng picked it up and measured it. The pewter poles were longer.

It's more than ten feet, nearly three meters.

"Xiao Lang, aren't you using a knife?" Lu Hong shouted immediately knowing Song Zheng's skills.

When Xin Qiji heard this, he pulled out a wooden sword from the weapon rack, which was exactly the kind used in the martial arts competition. Song Zheng waved his hand, pulled out the fish intestine sword from his calf, and swung the white wax sword lightly.

Cut the pole into pieces. A small one, about two feet long, and a long one, about eight feet long.

Everyone didn't know what Song Zheng was doing, and they all looked shocked.

Next, Song Zheng whittled the handle of a short length of wooden stick to make it more suitable for gripping, and also whittled the corners into a round head. Apparently, this was to prevent himself from using too much force and causing Yang to move in one fell swoop.

Stab.

Xin Qiji nodded. This Song Xiaolang did have a compassionate heart. No matter what the outcome was, his character was quite good.

After processing, Song Zheng tossed the long end and turned around to the west side of Yang Dong. This was of course purposeful. It was already afternoon and the sun was in the western sky. Attacking from east to west would inevitably be affected by the sunlight.

The rest of the people had not yet thought of this, but Xin Qiji smiled. This Song Xiaolang was really smart and knew how to make full use of the terrain.

Song Zheng and Yang Dong stood three feet apart. As soon as the formal competition came, Yang Dong's momentum changed, and he stood upright like a javelin, with an extremely serious expression. Song Zheng, on the other hand, was extremely relaxed, and looked free and easy.

He looked unconcerned. What was even more strange was that he was holding two sticks, one short and one long. He looked a little careless and didn't take the martial arts competition seriously.

Seeing the two of them standing still, Xin Qiji's face straightened, "Yang Dong and Song Zheng, although it's just a competition, they must give it their all and show their own level, and don't just deal with it. (As promised, read the full text together.)

). Of course, when you are about to hit the opponent's vitals, you should stop before it hits. Although it is just a white wax pole, if it hits the throat, lower body, etc., it will kill someone!" The previous sentence was naturally addressed to Song Zheng.

.

Both of them nodded.

"start!"

As soon as Xin Qiji finished speaking, Yang Dong shouted loudly, shook the white pole in his hand, and suddenly kicked the ground. In three or two steps, he stepped more than ten feet in front of Song Zheng, and quickly pierced Song Zheng's chest.

As soon as Yang Dongfu started, Song Zheng knocked the two sticks in his hand and raised the corners of his mouth. This action, in Yang Dong's eyes, was naturally contemptuous. He took out the gun faster,

Almost instantly it was in front of Song Zheng's chest.

Song Zheng was also a little surprised by Yang Dong's speed. However, he still tentatively stretched his left arm forward, and with his amazing eyesight, he brought the long stick into contact with the opponent.

As soon as the contact came into contact, Song Zheng secretly screamed something bad. He only felt a strong force coming from him, which was almost irresistible. Song Zheng made a decision immediately and immediately took three steps back. Even so, he could barely hold the stick in his left hand, and his hand moved smoothly.

The stick moved forward five inches, and at the same time, he shook his wrist slightly to relieve the huge force.

To outsiders, it seemed that Song Zheng was pushed back by Yang Dong. Qiao Shang immediately clapped his hands and applauded, and Xin Yu also nodded. Lu Hong said "Yeah" with an anxious look on his face. Xin Qiji frowned slightly.

He frowned but said nothing.

Yang Dong was unyielding and rushed forward three more steps. He stopped a flower with the white wax pole in his hand, quickly pulled it back, and then thrust forward at an even faster speed, heading straight for Song Zheng's face.

Song Zheng took another three steps back, still using his left hand, and lightly knocked the opponent's pole head with the stick, causing it to deviate from the direction. However, Yang Dong's momentum was too great, and Song Zheng still felt numbness in his palms (Xian

Read the full text of "The Hidden Immortal on the Campus").

Yang Dong rushed forward again, and Song Zheng retreated again.

In a few breaths, Song Zheng reached the base of the wall and was unable to retreat.

Yang Dong sneered and danced the gun faster. This time, it was no longer just stabbing, picking, teasing, smashing, and bumping, but all kinds of exquisite moves were used. Song Zheng's combination of long and short sticks was a match for the enemy.

Thanks to his quick movements and amazing physical strength,

Only in this way can a man defeat the enemy. Even so, he was still in danger. Several times, Yang Dong's spear stabbed him from above his shoulder and below his ribs, and the speed was very fast. If he hadn't dodged faster,

Will definitely get stabbed.

Seeing the scene on the field, Qiao Shang was very excited and kept shouting, "Yang Dong, stab him, stab him, yes, smash his head!"

Lu Hong was shocked and angry, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Shut up!"

Qiao Shang shook his head, with a proud look on his face, and still shouted, but his voice was a little softer.

Xin Yu looked nervous, fearing that Yang Dong would be too aggressive and beat up Song Zheng.

Xin Qiji looked solemn and thought to himself, Yang Dong tried his best to attack like this, but Song Zheng blocked it. Although Song Xiaolang looked embarrassed, he was always able to narrowly escape. Is there any mystery in this?

On the field, Yang Dong was also a little puzzled. He could obviously stab Song Xiaolang right away, but he always missed it by a hair and could not do his best. He attacked for half a cup of tea, but the opponent just defended and could not even counterattack.

No. This doesn’t seem like Song Zheng’s style!

At this time, both players on the court were sweating on their foreheads. Yang's attack took a lot of physical strength. Song Zheng also used his full strength to defend, which was also very physically demanding.

Yang Dong attacked a few more times, but was still dodged or blocked by Song Zheng, and then he continued. He couldn't help but feel anxious secretly. He raised his eyebrows and yelled, "Look at my special move!"

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