Zeng Rou lowered her head and pulled at the corner of her clothes, "Princess is teasing me again."
Zhu Yue bit Zhou Zhiruo's ear and said something to her. The two girls laughed so hard that Zeng Rou's face turned red.
Huo Dou punched Shi Potian more than ten times in a row. At first, he remembered to be merciful and only used thirty to forty percent of his strength, afraid that he would hurt him. But no matter if it was a fist or a palm, Shi Potian's body would sway slightly and he would receive the attack as if nothing had happened.
Huo Dou was shocked and angry at the same time. But strangely, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't knock his opponent down. He roared again and again and finally used all of his strength. In a flash, punches and kicks created a gust of wind on the stage, causing the flags around the stage to tremble.
The audience was dazzled. First of all, they did not expect He Shiwo, a nobody in the Beggar Clan, to have such a high level of martial art. Second of all, they did not expect that this silly young man was able to withstand such a fierce attack without falling.
After some time, the two figures separated and one of them fell to the ground with a thud. Guo Fu clapped her hands and laughed, "Haha, that idiot finally couldn't withstand Elder He's attack and fainted."
Huang Rong was not as relaxed as Guo Fu. She stared at the center of the stage and when she saw the situation, she smiled bitterly and said, "It's Elder He who fainted."
Guo Fu was surprised, "The one who was hit didn't faint, but the one who hit him fainted?"
The audience also saw the situation clearly. He Shiwo's eyes were closed and he was lying on the ground. They didn't know whether he was dead or alive. They were in an uproar.
Someone from the Jiangnan Beggar Clan immediately jumped out and shouted, "We have clearly agreed that in a martial art contest, one should not overdo it. This young man secretly attacked and killed He Zhanglao, he should be eliminated immediately."
The crowd cursed him for being shameless. It was He Shiwo who kept attacking the boy until he was exhausted and fell to the ground. The Beggar Clan blamed the boy for the attack.
However, He Shiwo was lying motionless on the ground, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive. They did not want to risk offending the Beggar Clan by speaking up for a strange young man.
Song Qingshu glanced at the man from the Beggar Clan. Deep in his memory, he recognized that this man was Chen Youliang. He couldn't help but laugh strangely, "Turning black and white upside down, what a talent!"
At this time, Shi Potian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, everyone. Senior He is just out of breath. He will be fine after a while." After saying that, he stretched out his right palm and pressed it on He Shiwo's back, slowly transferring his Qi into He Shiwo's body.
Seeing Shi Potian's hand pressing on the major acupoint on He Shiwo's back, Chen Youliang's eyes narrowed. He roared, "How dare you, you scoundrel!" Finished speaking, he threw himself at the two men, as if he was trying to save He Shiwo.
A beautiful shadow flashed and Huang Rong appeared in front of Chen Youliang. She used the Dog Beating Stick to stop Chen Youliang. "Elder Chen, you worry too much. This young hero is treating Elder He's injury."
Zeng Rou exclaimed in surprise and murmured, "My martial arts are so low, yet I can see that the boy has no intention of harming me. How could this Elder of the Beggar Clan not see that the boy is treating He Shiwo's injury?"
Zhou Zhiruo laughed coldly, "I have dealt with this Chen Youliang before. He is a treacherous and loyal man with a belly full of evil thoughts. It's not that he can't see it, it's just that he doesn't want to accept it. He Shiwo's defeat is already shameful enough. If he asks his opponent to help him, the Beggar Clan's face will be thrown into the sea. That's why he insists that the boy is trying to harm him. Some people, who don't know the truth, may believe his words. "
Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "It's just some dirty tricks. To tell the truth, this Chen Youliang makes me a bit disappointed." It seems that Chen Youliang's image is more in line with the image described by Jin Yong in 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre', and not the Han King in history. But this isn't a bad thing. In the future when they fight for the throne of the Central Plains, they will have one less fearsome opponent.
Huo Dou gradually regained his consciousness. He knew exactly what had happened, but because his chi had gone astray, he couldn't catch his breath and couldn't move.
Now that Huo Dou had regained his ability to move, he angrily shouted, "What do you mean you couldn't catch your breath? I … didn't I catch my breath? "
He stretched out his palms and was about to strike Shi Potian's head when he suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his palms. When he looked at his palms, he saw that they were swollen like two balls, so red that they were almost purple. If his palms had hit Shi Potian's body, his palms would have been the first to break. Huo Dou was startled and understood the reason. So this kid's internal energy was strong, it was unimaginable. He thought back to the tens of punches and palms that he had used on him, but they were all reflected back by his internal energy. Every punch and every palm was like hitting a stone wall. The opponent wasn't injured, but his palms couldn't take it anymore. He then felt a dull pain in his legs, as if there were millions of needles piercing into him. He knew that he had kicked him more than ten times and his legs were suffering from the rebound.
He stood there for a while and said, "Forget it, forget it!" He didn't need anyone's help, he got up and staggered down the stage, his heart was very sad. He thought of himself as an outstanding martial artist, few of his peers could match him in martial arts. When he came to the Central Plains, he was defeated by Guo Jing, but this time he lost to a youngster that he had never even heard of … how could he talk about restoring the glory of Zhalan tribe's Gu Er Han?
For a moment, Huo Dou felt disheartened, his back also became very bleak.
Deafening cheers soon sounded from below the stage. This Golden Snake Meeting really opened their eyes. Not to mention famous masters, even He Shiwo Shi Potian, this Nameless person, showed martial arts that ordinary people couldn't achieve.
Looking at Chen Youliang walking down the stage, Huang Rong frowned. She had never liked this person. Although he was very capable, he always gave people the feeling that his heart was not in the right place. But thinking that he belonged to the Jiangnan Beggar Clan, Huang Rong shook her head slightly. She would let Shi Huolong worry about himself. She was far away in Xiangyang and could not help.
Putting away her thoughts, Huang Rong's face bloomed with a gentle smile, and she said sweetly, "Next, let's welcome the God of Sword of Tianshan Mountain, Zhuo Bufan, and Qing of the Red Flower Society."
As soon as she finished speaking, a long sword shot toward her. Huang Rong's face changed, but she quickly recovered her calmness. She stood there quietly, without any intention of resisting.
When the long sword was about to touch Huang Rong's body, it suddenly seemed to have eyes. The tip of the sword moved three inches to the side, circled around Huang Rong's body a few times, and then suddenly inserted into the ring.
The sound of the dragon's roar caused by the trembling of the sword made the heroes below the stage change their expressions. When they came to their senses, they saw a middle-aged man with a delicate face and a long beard standing leisurely on the hilt of the sword with his hands behind his back.
"Good!"
No one knew who shouted first, but the audience seemed to be in an uproar. They were all amazed by Zhuo Bufan's move. The control of the sword he showed just now was really amazing.
"This Zhuo Bufan does have some attainments." Song Qingshu subconsciously praised.
Hearing his words, Guo Fu couldn't help but snort heavily. Just now when she saw the long sword shoot toward her mother, her heart couldn't help but jump to her throat. Hearing Song Qingshu praise Zhuo Bufan, she naturally didn't have a good expression on his face. r1058
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