On the Southern Song side, many people cheered for the Eight Trigrams School's experts. The Jin and Song were enemies, so it was expected that they would support their opponents.
Xue Baochai could not help but ask the yellow-robed woman, "Sister Yang, what do you think?"
The yellow-robed woman shook her head. "Although the Eight Trigrams School is somewhat famous in the martial arts world, it is still a third-rate school. There are no outstanding experts in the school. On the other hand, the young princess is a famous teacher and seems to have been taught by Western Poison Ouyang Feng. How can a mere Eight Trigrams School deal with her?"
They had interacted with her a few times and naturally knew that she was a woman disguised as a man.
Xue Pan said, "In my opinion, you don't have to worry. Even if the Jin princess is skilled in martial arts, we can just find someone to expose her identity and disqualify her."
Xue Baochai subconsciously glanced at the yellow-robed woman and hurriedly glared at her brother. "Don't make trouble. Now all the forces have maintained a tacit understanding. Some women dress up as men and some send their men to clear the obstacles. No one has any objections. If you speak carelessly, it is very likely that both sides will suffer."
"Tsk, so be it then." Xue Pan rolled his eyes and hugged Song QingShu. "Even if you don't want to tell us, we still have Baoyu. That Jin Kingdom's little princess has taken a liking to our Baoyu. At worst, we can just ask him to use his charm. Wouldn't it be easy?"
Song Qingshu was shocked. "There's nothing between us. Don't speak carelessly." Xue Baochai was in a rage and he did not want to add fuel to the fire.
"You run into other people's carriages all day and you say you're innocent? Who would believe that …" Xue Pan mumbled. However, everyone around him was an expert and could hear him clearly.
Xue Baochai snorted and her expression turned ugly.
Suddenly, a burst of cheers sounded. They looked over and saw that the winner had been decided. The Eight Trigrams School's expert had been kicked off the stage.
"If I can be kicked by that three-inch golden lotus, I'd be willing to lose." Xue Pan stared at the slender and elegant figure on the stage.
Song Qingshu was speechless. "Don't you like the Dual Cultivation Princess? Why are you interested in the Jin princess?"
"This is called the universal love of men, understand?" Xue Pan chuckled. "Not to mention that we'll be bringing glory to our country if we can get the little princess."
Overhearing their conversation, the yellow-robed girl whispered to Xue Baochai, "I finally understand why people in Lin 'an call your brother Local Bully."
"He was born with one less chord." Xue Baochai also had an expression that said she didn't know him.
By then, the third match had already begun. It was between the Crown Prince of Dali, Duan Yu, and the young sect leader of the Five Tigers Sect.
"The Blade of Five Tigers Breaking the Gate is indeed ferocious." Xue Baochai noticed that Duan Yu was constantly dodging his opponent's attacks.
"That Prince Duan's Wave-like Subtle Steps is really amazing. No matter how powerful his opponent's saber art is, not even a corner of his clothes was touched." The yellow-robed girl observed Duan Yu's steps without blinking. Many people in the arena had the same thought. They wanted to see if they could observe the knack of this footwork.
Song Qingshu shook his head as he watched. Duan Yu had amazing skills, but unfortunately, his martial arts foundation was too weak. He was forced into such a state by an opponent with a solid martial arts foundation. No matter how amazing the Wave-like Subtle Steps was, it had its limits. As the saying went, if one defended for too long, one would lose. If he was hit by his opponent's saber, he would probably be seriously injured. Excellent Reading
Duan Yu had thought of using the Six Pulse Magical Sword to counterattack, but unfortunately, he didn't manage to release the Sword Qi. Instead, it caused a flaw in his Wave-like Subtle Steps and he was almost hit by his opponent's saber. After a few times, he didn't dare to attack again.
Song Qingshu originally thought that he would fail miserably. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden commotion at the Xixia spectator stand. It turned out that Li Qiushui had come to the arena with a veil covering her face.
"Fairy sister?" Duan Yu's eyes swept over there, and he instantly became excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He casually pointed his finger, and a wisp of Sword Qi shot out. The saber in the hands of the young master was instantly broken into two pieces.
Staring blankly at the broken saber in his hand, the young master was completely confused. This kind of martial arts was really beyond his imagination. Seeing that Duan Yu was about to point his finger at him again, he was so scared that he hurriedly shouted, "Don't shoot, don't shoot, I admit defeat." "Are you kidding me? Even the saber has been broken. If my body is hit, it will be terrible."
Duan Yu was a kind person. Seeing that his opponent had admitted defeat, he naturally had no reason to attack again. "Brother Peng, thank you for letting me win."
The Six Pulse Magical Sword and the Wave-like Subtle Steps were really amazing. This was the thought of almost everyone in the arena. Those with good eyesight all became alert in their hearts. If they met Duan Yu, they must finish the battle quickly before he could react. Otherwise, if he kept shooting the Six Pulse Magical Sword from a distance, they would definitely lose.
In the fourth round, Prince Zong Zan of Tubo was fighting against Sun Fuhu, the eldest disciple of the Skanda School.
Below the stage, Xuzhu asked Xuandu, "Martial Uncle, is this Skanda Gate related to the Skanda Staff of our Shaolin Temple?"
Xuandu replied, "The founder of the Skanda Gate was a layman disciple of our Shaolin Temple. By chance, he learned the Skanda Staff. Later, he founded his own sect, but he remembered the kindness of Shaolin Temple and didn't pass down the complete mental cultivation method."
"No wonder I feel like his Great Skanda Staff is a bit weaker." Xuzhu nodded. "No wonder I feel like his Great Skanda Staff is weaker."
"This Prince Zong Zan is really born with great strength. He can actually fight the Skanda Staff head-on," another Shaolin monk said with emotion. The Skanda Staff was one of the 72 Ultimate Skills of Shaolin Temple. It was taken from the Skanda of subduing demons and demons, so it was naturally very powerful.
"It's just brute force. He is no match for Xuzhu," Xuandu said with a smile.
While they were talking, Zong Zan had already beaten Sun Fuhu to the ground. He was in high spirits, beating his chest with both hands to show off his muscles on the stage. "Who else?"
Many people were really frightened by his momentum, but in the eyes of real masters, he was just a clown.
"This gorilla wants to marry my granddaughter?" Li Qiushui snorted inwardly. She had always liked handsome young men, not fat and boorish men like this.
Pi Siluo secretly sneered, "A guy with a brain full of muscles. It seems that my chances of becoming the master of Tubo are getting higher and higher."
The fifth match was between the Mongolian Prince Xu Liewu and the Southern Song Dynasty's Lu Shisheng. Even though the people of the Southern Song Dynasty didn't like him, they still wished him victory.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but think. Xu Liewu's legs were broken. He thought he would withdraw from the competition, but he still insisted on participating. What was the point of this?
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