When Song Qingshu got on the stage, he vaguely heard some people talking in private, "Is it this shameless guy again?"
"Compared to his shamelessness, I think he's very lucky."
"I think his luck has come to an end this time. That Tubo prince is not easy to deal with. I heard that he is determined to win the Princess of Xixia. On the way to Xixia, he sent people to set up roadblocks everywhere to stop the young people who came to participate in the competition. Those who are slightly careless will be beaten until their hands and feet are broken. This time, this shameless guy will be taught a terrible lesson."
…
Song Qingshu looked depressed. He had only bribed his opponent with money in the first round. Why did he cause so much resentment? In this case, he would let them see what it meant to have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai in this competition.
But after a long time, Zong Zan did not show up. Everyone curiously looked at the behavior of the Tubo delegation and found that not only Zong Zan did not come, but also the beautiful and dignified Princess of Jincheng.
Song Qingshu frowned and thought, "Why is Jiu Mozhi not here? What the hell are they doing?"
The referee confirmed again and again and found that no one from Tubo came to participate in the competition, so he announced that Song Qingshu was the winner.
"Damn it, is there any justice?"
"How come this guy won again?"
"His opponents always have problems in every round. Is this guy poisonous?"
"Why is this guy so lucky?"
…
Song Qingshu could not help but spread out his hands, "Is it my fault?"
When he returned to the Southern Song delegation, even the yellow-robed woman looked at him with a very strange look, "Now I am a little scared. If I don't admit defeat in advance in the next round, will I also encounter such an accident?"
Song Qingshu looked wronged, "This time, it really has nothing to do with me."
"Do you mean that the previous times have something to do with you?" The yellow-robed woman keenly realized something.
"Look at my honest and pure face. I'm really innocent," Song Qingshu said with a straight face.
The yellow-robed woman's face reddened as she was being stared at so closely. She hurriedly moved back and said, "Pah, your shameless appearance reminds me of someone."
Song Qingshu chuckled and didn't dare to say anything else lest he got himself into trouble.
On the stage, the second round began. Qinghai Pi Luo was up against Liao Xiao Feng.
The Mahamudra of the Tantric Buddhism Sect versus the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The battle between the two was incomparably exciting, but there was still no suspense to the outcome. How could Si Luo be a match for Xiao Feng? He quickly admitted defeat and got off the stage.
Song Qingshu, who was watching the fight, couldn't help but frown. He could see that Si Geluo hadn't used his full strength. Even though he still couldn't defeat Xiao Feng with his martial arts, he shouldn't have lost so quickly. Moreover, after he lost, his face revealed a faint smile. It was really strange.
The next battle was between Xu Liewu and Miyamoto Musashi.
After Miyamoto Musashi got on the stage, he directly dropped his sword and admitted defeat. "I can't think of a way to break your gun. If I force myself to fight, I will only be injured, so I admit defeat."
The surrounding people all expressed their understanding. After all, everyone had witnessed Dan Yuru's miserable condition the day before. The power of a gun was really not something that flesh and blood could resist.
The woman in yellow couldn't help but exclaim, "That's not right. With the martial arts that Miyamoto Musashi had displayed before, Xu Liewu couldn't move easily. At such a close distance, it should be very difficult for a gun to hurt him. Why did he surrender?"
Song Qingshu thought to himself, Mongolia and Japan had long since joined forces. Could it be that Miyamoto Musashi really fought with Xu Liewu?
At the thought of this, he felt extremely depressed. They had both cheated to make their opponents surrender, but why didn't anyone scold Xu Liewu? Moreover, he hadn't cheated in the past few rounds. Was it because Jia Baoyu looked like a pretty boy and seemed easy to bully?
The next battle was between Zhai Xingzi of the Xingxiu Sect and Zhuang Juxian of the Beggar Sect.
After Zhai Xingzi got on the stage, he asked coldly, "Many of the martial arts that you used are from our Xingxiu Sect. Where did you secretly learn them from?"
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. Zhuang Juxian's martial arts were basically taught to him by Ah Zi, as well as the poison techniques of the Xingxiu Sect. Perhaps others couldn't tell, but how could Zhai Xingzi not recognize it?
Hearing his opponent's question, Zhuang Juxian was momentarily speechless. Below the stage, Quan Guanqing spoke on his behalf, "Don't talk nonsense. Our Sect Master's martial arts are unparalleled. Why would he need to learn your unorthodox martial arts? Sect Master, don't talk nonsense with him. Teach him a good lesson. "
"Okay!" Although Zhuang Juxian was a little slow, he knew that being questioned like this in front of so many people was also a rather embarrassing thing. Therefore, he directly charged toward his opponent like a cannonball. "Die!"
Seeing that his opponent was coming at him aggressively, Zhai Xingzi didn't dare to take it head-on. With a tap of his feet, his body lightly flew to the other side of the stage, avoiding his opponent's fierce attack.
His figure was faintly discernible, and he was also somewhat handsome. The lightness skill that he displayed this time attracted many cheers from the audience.
Even the yellow-robed woman nodded and said, "No wonder he dares to call himself Zhai Xingzi. His lightness skill is indeed unique."
However, Xue Baochai couldn't help but say, "I think his lightness skill may not be as good as sister's, but he dares to call himself Zhai Xingzi. Isn't he a little too arrogant?"
At this time, the situation on the stage changed again. Obviously, Zhai Xingzi was not satisfied with continuously dodging and defending. With a shake of his robe, a green flame suddenly ignited in front of him. Obviously, he was also afraid of his opponent's martial arts. He knew that normal Heart Piercing Nails, Blissful Thrust, and other techniques would not be able to hurt him. Therefore, he directly took out his trump card, intending to quickly end the battle.
This time, Xue Baochai, who was below the stage, was extremely impressed. "What a strong inner strength. He can actually create flames out of thin air."
The yellow-robed woman shook her head. "His breathing and expiration method shouldn't have such a strong inner strength. However, I also don't understand how he created flames."
At the side, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority in terms of intelligence. Zhai Xingzi should have used something like white phosphorus. This kind of common knowledge in chemistry could be known by any high school student in the future.
Seeing the green flame coming at him, Zhuang Juxian didn't dare to take it head-on. He quickly dodged it. Who knew that the green flame seemed to have eyes and actually turned to follow him.
Zhuang Juxian wasn't good at Qinggong, and his martial arts were even more shallow. After a few rounds, he was forced into a corner by the green flame. Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, he gathered his inner strength and directly attacked the green flame with his palm. The green flame was immediately scattered.
Zhai Xingzi was shocked. The strength of his opponent's inner strength was somewhat beyond his expectations. However, now that the arrow was nocked on the bow, it couldn't be released. The power of his palm suddenly increased, and the scattered green flame turned into a big fireball and flew over.
Zhuang Juxian had just dispersed the green flame with his palm, so he couldn't help but feel relieved. He continued to circulate his inner strength and attacked with the wind of his palm. The fireball could no longer move forward and was even slowly being forced back.
Zhai Xingzi's expression was miserable. He forcefully bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. When the flame was spat out by his blood, it dimmed at first, and then became very bright. It was so bright that the audience couldn't open their eyes.
His body spun rapidly like a top for a dozen rounds. His big sleeves fluttered, and the whole fireball suddenly expanded. It was like a wall of fire that pressed toward his opponent.
The lady in yellow couldn't help but sigh. "Xingxiu Sect is notorious, but it can stand tall in the martial arts circle for decades without falling. It really has its ability."
Many people in the field nodded in surprise. It was obvious that they had the same judgment. The people from the Ming Dynasty couldn't help but feel happy when they saw Zhuang Juxian being swallowed by the flame. They couldn't wait for him to be burned alive.
Suddenly, a clear cracking sound came from the challenge ring. It was like the sound of ice breaking. Everyone fixed their eyes on it and saw that the surging fire spear seemed to have suddenly frozen.
The next moment, a cold air that could be seen with the naked eye swept up and actually froze the wall of fire!
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