"Cousin, have you noticed that since the start of the Golden Snake Meeting, the more unknown the contestant is, the more surprising the result is?" Wang Yuyan's face was filled with worry. Regardless of whether it was You Tanzhi, Shi Potian, or Ah Qing, none of them had heard of their names before. In the end, the strength they had displayed was not inferior to the top experts of the pugilistic world. Murong Fu's opponent this time was also an ordinary monk, so Wang Yuyan could not help but worry.
Murong Fu obviously had the same idea. He had thought that it was a great advantage to draw such a Nameless opponent, but now it seemed that the future was not good.
However, in front of his cousin and his henchmen, Murong Fu didn't want to show his fear, so he pretended to be confident and said, "Don't worry, the monk named Xuzhu is a junior disciple of the Shaolin Temple. The martial arts of a big sect like Shaolin pay most attention to step by step. The older one is, the higher one's martial arts cultivation will be. At Xuzhu's age, his martial arts can't be very high. "
Wang Yuyan nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, the martial arts of Shaolin Temple pay most attention to the foundation. In the first 20 years, the martial arts of our disciples will be far behind those of some evil sects. In about 30 years, they will gradually be equal. After 30 years, the evil sects will be no match for Shaolin disciples. Even if Xuzhu is a rare martial arts genius, at his age, his martial arts will be limited."
Below the stage, the Murong family was studying the opponent on the horse, while on the stage, Zhuo Bufan was stunned with a pale face. He thought that he had mastered his swordsmanship, but he didn't expect to lose to a girl like this. His previous complacency had now vanished into thin air.
"Is this enough for me?" After Qing used the sword light, she saw Zhuo Bufan standing there in a daze, so she couldn't help but ask in confusion.
Hearing Ah Qing's question, Zhuo Bufan suddenly had an idea. "Although the Sword Qi displayed by this girl is terrifying, her moves may not be exquisite. Looking at her innocent and ignorant look, if we really fight, she may not be a match for me …"
Seeing that Zhuo Bufan still didn't answer, Qing was stunned and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment. She giggled and said, "So it's not long enough. Then look at me again. Is this enough?" As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his bamboo stick again, and a green sword beam that was a hundred feet long swept across the arena. All the banners that were placed around the arena were cut in half.
In the Jianghu, the flag of a sect was the face of the sect. If their own sect's signboard was taken down like this on a normal day, it would definitely be a great feud that would not end until one of them died. But now, none of the sects had the intention to take revenge. They all stood up and looked at the delicate figure on the stage. All of their mouths were wide open, as if a big egg could be stuffed inside.
"Is enough?" Qing stared at Zhuo Bufan with a smile, her eyes curved like a crescent moon.
"Enough, enough." Zhuo Bufan hurriedly squeezed out a sentence and slipped out of the arena as if he was running away. Now looking at Ah Qingtian's romantic smile again, Zhuo Bufan only felt a chill on his back. Just now, she made a move without any warning. Fortunately, she deliberately raised the angle of the Sword Qi. Otherwise, if it swept over him, he would have been cut into two pieces.
Under the arena, Murong Fu's face was also pale. He murmured, "If it's a 12-meter-long sword Qi, I can think of a way to fight, but a 30-meter-long sword Qi, how can I defeat her …"
Wang Yuyan's pretty face was also pale, but she still instinctively comforted him, "Cousin, you have to at least pass the first round before you think about whether you can defeat her or not. The second round will start tomorrow, and we still have a night to think about countermeasures. At that time, we can find a few masters to discuss it together. There will always be a way to deal with it."
When Wang Yuyan said this, she subconsciously thought of Duan Yu. After all, his Six Pulse Divine Sword was somewhat similar to Qing's sword Qi, so he should have more ways to deal with it than others.
But for some reason, the appearance of another man suddenly appeared in her mind. Wang Yuyan blushed slightly and secretly glanced at a certain place on the other side of the arena. "That person always smiles calmly no matter what happens. He should have a way to deal with it."
Song Qingshu didn't know that he was so reliable in Wang Yuyan's heart. He just watched Qing abuse Zhuo Bufan and laughed a little.
"I don't even know how you can still laugh. How can you defeat her?" Zhu Yue looked worried. Letting Song Qingshu join the Golden Snake Camp was the most important part of her plan to restore her country. Now that it was about to fail, she naturally didn't look good.
"Sister Ah Jiu, you don't have to be so pessimistic. Judging from the strength that Song Qingshu displayed when he fought with Revered Ming last time, he might still have a chance," Zhou Zhiruo comforted her, but her tone also revealed that she wasn't as confident as she thought she was.
"Who's stronger, a lion or an ox?" Song Qingshu suddenly threw out a completely unrelated question.
"It should be the ox …" Zhu Yue seemed to be deep in thought. Clearly, she had caught on to Song Qingshu's thoughts.
"Yes." Song Qingshu smiled. "No matter how strong an ox is, it can't hit a lion at all, so what's the use? On the contrary, although a lion's strength can't compare to an ox's, it can hit the ox's vitals with every strike. Therefore, the stronger ox can only become the lion's meal. "
Zhou Zhiruo frowned. "I know that your qinggong is very good, but this time the competition is limited to such a square ring. Ah Qing's Sword Qi can obviously cover the entire ring indiscriminately, so there's nowhere to hide even if you want to."
Song Qingshu smiled mysteriously. "If it's someone else, it's not certain, but if I really meet Ah Qing in the finals, I'm sure I can win."
The two women felt an unprecedented confidence from his tone and couldn't help but be startled. They hurriedly asked with concern, "Why are you so sure that you can win?"
"The Buddha said, you can't, you can't." Song QingShu looked at his nose and his nose at his heart. No matter how much the two girls begged him, he refused to say a word.
"Arrogant!" Guo Fu's position wasn't far from Song QingShu, so even though Song QingShu and the others spoke softly, Guo Fu could still hear them clearly. Just a moment ago, she was convinced by Ah Qing's strength, but in the next moment, when she heard that Song QingShu could easily beat Ah Qing, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
Huang Rong was still thinking about where Ah Qing came from and whether she was a friend or foe of the Beggar Sect. When she heard her daughter's words, she immediately smiled and didn't say anything. It was obvious that she felt the same way.
Song QingShu glanced at Guo Fu and, for the first time, responded, "You don't believe me?"
Guo Fu snorted. "Of course not. Some people are not afraid of biting their tongues when they talk big."
"If you don't believe me, we can make a bet." Song Qingshu smiled.
"Let's bet!" Guo Fu had always been impulsive. When she saw the smile on Song Qingshu's face, she only felt that it was extremely evil, so she subconsciously blurted it out.
"If you want to bet, there must be something at stake. I don't think you can take out anything that will interest me." Song Qingshu played with his fingers, looking disinterested.
"I'm afraid you're afraid to bet." Seeing that Song Qingshu had the intention to retreat, Guo Fu immediately laughed coldly.
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