As soon as Ah Qing left, Yang Miaozhen walked over. "Prince Song, it seems you're close to Ah Qing."
Song QingShu glanced at the valiant and heroic woman in front of him in surprise and smiled slightly: "Just so-so."
Yang Miaozhen's smile froze. She wanted to sound him out, but she didn't expect him to be so secretive. After thinking about it, Yang Miaozhen rolled her eyes and continued to sound him out. "I heard that after the battle just now, Lady Ah Qing's odds have plummeted to almost 1: 1. The odds for the few of us are almost 1: 1. It seems like the Golden Snake King will definitely be Lady Ah Qing!"
"Really?" Song Qingshu's eyes lit up and he immediately called Zeng Rou over. "Rou Rou, go take out the money from the box in my room and bet it all on me."
"Huh?" Zeng Rou's little mouth opened wide. "All on you?" That wasn't a small amount.
"Of course, we'll bet everything. It's such a good opportunity to make money," Song QingShu hurriedly urged.
"Uh, okay." Zeng Rou left with a puzzled look, wondering if she should ask the Ninth Princess first. Otherwise, if Big Brother Song acted rashly, the Ninth Princess would have to starve.
However, hearing her words, Zhu Yuezhen's eyes also lit up. She took out an exquisite small box from the back room and stuffed it into Zeng Rou's hands. "This is some of the dowry I've saved over the years. Put it in for me. Oh, if you have any money, remember to put it in as well. It's a rare opportunity."
Seeing the Ninth Princess's eyes shining with silver light, Zeng Rou was stunned.
"Is Prince Song so sure that he can win?" Yang Miaozhen looked at him in disbelief.
"I think so …" Song Qingshu smiled shyly. "I think so."
Yang Miaozhen was puzzled. Is he trying to be mysterious or is he really confident? Is he trying to distract me later?
"Since Prince Song said that, does that mean he thinks he can win against Little Sister?" Yang Miaozhen stared into his eyes, trying to see something different.
"The Fourth Lady's spear technique is outstanding, and Song Mou has always admired it. How can I win with certainty?" Song Qingshu said modestly.
Yang Miaozhen gritted her teeth in hatred. Although Song Qingshu said it modestly, his expression almost said that she was no match for him.
"I'll teach you a lesson later!" Yang Miaozhen suppressed the depression in her heart and was about to leave when she suddenly found that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu Baoyun, who had been accompanying Song Qingshu, were not here. She could not help but ask doubtfully, "Why are Sect Leader Zhou and the Ninth Princess not here?"
"They can't get away for the time being." After saying that, Song Qingshu closed his mouth and refused to say another word.
"What is more important than accompanying your husband at this time?"
Yang Miaozhen was even more puzzled, but she also understood that she wouldn't be able to find out anything valuable even if she stayed. She turned around and walked a few steps before she suddenly stopped and said, "Nowadays, everyone in Jianghu is talking about how lucky Young Master Song is to be able to receive the favor of two fairy-like girls. I'm very curious as to how Young Master managed to make them as close as sisters."
"Won't you know when you become their sister?" Song Qingshu could not help but tease her.
"Bah!" Yang Miaozhen couldn't help but spit. In fact, a beautiful woman like her mingled with the mountain bandits all day long. It was inevitable that she would be teased by those men. However, she had always been a tough woman, so she would usually choke them back. In addition, she was skilled in martial arts, so she had never suffered any losses.
Unfortunately, she met Song Qingshu, whose face was thicker than the city wall and whose martial arts were not inferior to hers. Yang Miaozhen found that she was at her wit's end. She could only stomp her feet and turn around to leave.
The two-hour break time passed quickly, and Huang Rong announced the official start of the third round of the competition. The first match was between Song Qingshu and Yang Miaozhen.
Yang Miaozhen stood upright in the corner of the arena, and the long spear in her hand was quietly planted on the ground. She could feel that her spirit had reached its peak, and her condition was even better than when she had fought with Shi Potian.
This time, she did not continue to use the big red cloak. Although this cloak could also be used as a weapon, it could only be used to deal with ordinary soldiers. But to deal with a master like Song Qingshu, such a wide cloak could be said to be the Achilles' heel.
Looking at the woman standing on the opposite side of the arena, Song QingShu almost couldn't help whistling. Yang Miaozhen was tall and slender. Without a cloak, her voluptuous figure could be seen for all to see. She was like a proud rouge horse standing there, waiting for her destined knight to conquer her …
"Bah, bah, bah, look at the situation, and you are still thinking about these useless things!" Song Qingshu began to despise himself.
Yang Miaozhen's eyes lit up, she had already keenly noticed Song QingShu's momentary absent-mindedness, she gave a delicate shout, grabbed her long spear and swung it forward, the stone slabs covering the arena were lifted up by an invisible force, one after another smashing towards Song QingShu.
Song QingShu's eyes narrowed as he looked at the stone slabs that filled the sky. He didn't dodge, but instead stretched out his hands and pressed forward. Those flying stone slabs seemed to be caught by an invisible hand, and they stopped moving in mid-air.
At this moment, the stone slab became extremely still again. Below the arena, many people who were not strong enough watched with disgust and disgust in their chests. They were all aghast. Song QingShu's seemingly effortless block was not something that could be done unless one was in the Great Grandmaster realm.
Among them, those who knew Song Qingshu had different expressions. Yu Wanting, Wen Tailai, and those who had a deep hatred for him, were slightly pale. Obviously, they were hateful and afraid. Mu Palace, WuTang Clan, and those who were on good terms with him, were happy. Shaolin Temple's Chongyang, and those who had a grudge against him, all looked dignified …
Huang Rong glanced at the figure in the arena with a very complicated expression. She could not help but start to think of a question. Between Brother Jing and him, whose martial arts were better …
Thinking of the situation in the cave that night, Huang Rong faintly sighed and unnaturally looked away. Suddenly, she found that her daughter beside her was looking at the man with shining eyes. She could not help but be shocked. "Fu 'er obviously doesn't get along with him, why is she looking at him like that?"
There were many people under the arena, but only a moment passed on the arena. In the next second, the stone slabs in mid-air broke with a loud bang, and a dazzling Pear Blossom Spear bloomed. Yang Miaozhen's whole body spun in a spiral, and she stabbed towards Song Qingshu.
Yang Miaozhen's spear art was originally as fast as lightning. Now, with the support of the spiral force, not only was the speed faster, but the power was also doubled. Song Qingshu did not dare to take it head-on, and with a feint, he narrowly avoided it.
Yang Miaozhen seemed to have expected this. The long spear in her hand sank down, and directly pierced into the arena. Using the counterforce from the ground, her whole body turned in a circle, and her two straight long legs, like real Pear Blossom Spears, suddenly stabbed towards Song Qingshu's neck.
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