Song Qingshu was secretly amused. Yang Miaozhen's suggestion seemed fair, but it was actually extremely scoundrelly. From the fight just now, he knew that her Pear Blossom Spear had been trained to perfection. It didn't really matter if she had a spear or not. If her legs could be used as the Pear Blossom Spear, then her hands could naturally use the Pear Blossom Spear.
Just by giving up her weapon, she would destroy her advantage in Qinggong and swordsmanship. Her plan was quite good.
However, Song Qingshu had always been a person who had tender and protective feelings for the fairer sex. He didn't dislike Yang Miaozhen's harmless slyness, so he pretended not to know and nodded in agreement.
Noticing Song QingShu's spurious smile, Yang Miaozhen's expression became embarrassed. She knew that he had probably seen through her trick, and the only reason he had agreed was because he was conceited. "Hmph, I'll make you regret being careless later."
The two of them stood in the footprints she had drawn. Yang Miaozhen smiled slightly. "Then I will have to offend you." After that, she swung her arm and attacked Song Qingshu from an unbelievable angle. It was the Pear Blossom Spear.
Yang Miaozhen's lips curled into a proud smile. Now that both of them were confined in such a circle, it was more about the subtlety of their moves. Her Pear Blossom Spear had always been known for its subtlety. Song Qingshu had miscalculated this time.
Suddenly, Yang Miaozhen's expression changed. She saw Song Qingshu casually raise his hand. The speed at which he raised his hand was very slow, but it just happened to block her pulse point.
Yang Miaozhen wanted to change her move, but it was too late. Her wrist was tightly held by Song Qingshu. She tried to pull it back several times, but it didn't budge at all.
Clenching her teeth, Yang Miaozhen took advantage of the time when Song Qingshu hadn't used his strength to block her acupuncture point. Yang Miaozhen's other hand made a large arc and attacked the side of his neck. She calculated clearly that if Song Qingshu wanted to dodge this move, he would have to let go of her hand.
Who would have thought that Song QingShu would simply tilt his head back and dodge Yang Miaozhen's attack. Her hand was less than an inch away from Song QingShu's neck, but Yang Miaozhen had used all her strength in her attack, so she was destined to be unable to cross that one inch.
Yang Miaozhen lightly snorted. Pear Blossom Spear was not that easy to break. Yang Miaozhen changed her palm into a flick. Her slender fingers suddenly stretched out and flicked towards Song Qingshu's throat as if she was plucking a string.
Although her hand couldn't move any further, with the extended length of her fingers, it was more than enough to reach Song QingShu. Although the force of her fingers wasn't heavy, the throat was the most vulnerable part of the human body. If Song QingShu was really hit, no matter how strong his internal energy was, he would probably feel temporarily suffocated.
In a battle between experts, victory and defeat was always a fine line. Yang Miaozhen had already predicted that she was about to win this battle, but soon her smile froze again.
Song Qingshu did not expect Yang Miaozhen to have such a trick. It was easy to avoid it, but his feet would inevitably leave the circle he had drawn. He was regretting his carelessness earlier, but an idea flashed in his mind, and he had already thought of a way to break it.
Yang Miaozhen was feeling proud of herself when she suddenly realized that Song Qingshu opened his mouth and bit the finger she flicked at him. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to feel his tongue gently licking her fingertip.
Yang Miaozhen did not expect such a thing to happen. Her whole body suddenly froze as she stared blankly at the other party.
"Yo, are these two fighting or flirting?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so soon?"
"This Song guy is really awesome. He just slept with the Ninth Princess yesterday, and today, he actually slept with this Rouge Tiger in front of so many people."
"Fourth Lady, where's your usual valiance? Why are you acting like a shy wife now?"
"No matter how valiant the Fourth Lady is, she is still a woman. When she met a handsome man, she must be thinking of spring."
"Hahaha ~"
…
Hearing the vulgar words coming from below the stage, Yang Miaozhen finally came to her senses. She found that Song Qingshu was still biting her finger, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry.
At this moment, one of her wrists was being held by Song Qingshu, and the other hand was being bitten by him. She couldn't move at all, so she could only lift her leg and kick hard at the space between his legs.
"Hiss ~"
The men below the stage felt a chill between their legs, and they couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"This woman's temper is really fierce." Song Qingshu was also shocked. Yang Miaozhen's kick was full of hatred. If he was kicked by her, whether it was the happiness of the rest of his life or the sexual happiness of the lower half of his life, it would all be ruined.
Song Qingshu hurriedly moved his body to the side and dodged her kick. Taking advantage of her strength, he used his arm to clamp her raised leg under his armpit.
"Oh ~"
There was a burst of malicious whistles from below the stage. At this moment, both of Yang Miaozhen's hands were restrained, and even her leg was being clamped by Song Qingshu. Her entire posture was extremely embarrassing, and her tight clothes could no longer cover her proud curves. The group of rich guests all stared with their eyes wide open.
Yang Miaozhen exerted force several times, but she found that the force she sent over was like a clay ox entering the sea. It was completely useless. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, "Let go of me!"
"If the Fourth Lady admits defeat, I will naturally let go." Being close to her, Song Qingshu couldn't help but admit that Yang Miaozhen really did have the ability to be proud of herself.
As if noticing Song Qingshu's slightly vulgar gaze, Yang Miaozhen's skin flushed red. She snorted, twisted her waist, and her whole body flew into the air. Her other leg directly kicked towards Song Qingshu's ribs.
It was as if Song Qingshu had already expected this. This time, he didn't dodge, and forcibly took this whip kick from her.
Although she had kicked him, Yang Miaozhen's expression changed. She felt that the force contained in her kick had been completely dissolved by a gentle force. This body protection technique didn't seem to be inferior to Shi Potian's …
Before Yang Miaozhen had time to be shocked, she was stunned to find that her leg had also been clamped under his armpit by Song Qingshu. At this moment, her whole body was completely hanging on his body.
Her legs were clamped under Song Qingshu's armpit, one hand was held by him, and the other hand was in his mouth. That posture was as ambiguous as it could be, as if they were a pair of intimate husband and wife.
"Wow ~"
Hearing the exclamations coming from below the arena, Yang Miaozhen really wanted to find a hole and hide in it. At this moment, Song QingShu's hateful voice suddenly came to her ears, "Fourth Lady, your feet are off the ground now. According to the rules you set yourself, you seem to have lost."
Yang Miaozhen didn't have the time to care about winning or losing at this moment, "I lost, I lost, quickly put me down." Being held in his arms in front of all the heroes of the world, even Yang Miaozhen, who had always been shrewd, couldn't bear it.
"Fourth Lady, please don't take it to heart if I offended you just now." Song Qingshu gently put Yang Miaozhen down and apologized.
Yang Miaozhen also had a gloomy expression. In the end, it was all her own doing. She was the one who proposed this method of competition, and she was the one who took the initiative to stretch out her arms and legs to attack him. He was just passively defending himself …
Unable to find someone to vent her anger on, Yang Miaozhen simply snorted coldly and ran down the stage as if she was escaping.
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