"Cousin, did you find that the more unknown the native place, the more surprising the result of this Golden Snake meeting is." Wang Yuyan looks worried. No matter you Tanzhi, Shi potian or ah Qing, they have never heard of their reputation before. As a result, their strength is no less than that of the top experts in the Jianghu. Murong Fu's opponent this time happens to be an ordinary little monk, so Wang Yuyan can't help but worry.

Murong Fu obviously has the same idea. Before, he thought that he had taken advantage of an unknown opponent. Now it seems that his future is not good.

However, in front of his cousin and family minister, Murong Fu didn't want to show his shyness. He pretended to be confident and said, "don't worry. That monk named Xu Zhu is the younger disciple of Xu generation in Shaolin Temple. The martial arts of such a big school as Shaolin are most progressive. The older you are, the better your martial arts accomplishments will be. At xuzhu's age, his martial arts are certainly not much better. "

Wang Yuyan nodded approvingly: "yes, Shaolin Temple's martial arts is the most important foundation. In the first 20 years, the disciples of Shaolin Temple have lagged far behind some evil people. After 30 years, the evil people of Shaolin Temple will be far from their rivals. Even if this xuzhu is an immortal martial arts genius, no matter how old he is, his martial arts skills are limited."

The Murong aristocratic family is studying the opponent of the horse, but Zhuo Bufan on the stage is stunned. He realizes that he is a great swordsman, but he has lost to a little girl. Before the complacency, now everything is gone.

"Is that all I can do?" After ah Qing finished his sword, he saw Zhuo Bufan standing in the same place and asked suspiciously.

Hearing ah Qing's question, Zhuo Bufan suddenly has a change of mind. Although the little girl's sword power is shocking, her moves may not be subtle. She looks innocent and doesn't know anything. She really doesn't have to be my opponent

See Zhuo Bufan still don't speak, ah Qing a Zheng, suddenly show a pair of suddenly realized expression, giggle: "originally is not long enough, then you see me so enough." As soon as the words were over, the green bamboo stick began to dance again. A ten foot long blue sword swept around the top of the challenge arena, from which all the flagpoles of various schools were cut off.

The banner of a sect in the Jianghu is the face of a sect. If the signboard of one's own sect is taken down in this way, it would be an endless revenge. But now no sect has the intention of revenge. They all stand up and look at the petite figure in Taichung. Their mouths are wide open, as if they can plug a big egg.

"Is that enough?" Ah Qing stares at Zhuo Bufan with a smile. His eyes are bent like crescent moon.

"Enough, enough." Zhuo Bufan hurriedly squeezed out a word, completely escaped and slipped down the challenge arena. Now, seeing ah Qing's innocent and romantic smile, Zhuo Bufan only feels cold on her back. Her move just now has no sign at all. Fortunately, the other side deliberately raised the angle of her sword Qi, otherwise she would sweep her body. Now I'm afraid she has only two pieces left.

Murong Fu, who was under the stage, was also as pale as death. He murmured: "if Zhang Er's sword Qi is strong, I can still find a way to fight. How can I win her if she is ten Zhang long..."

Wang Yuyan is also pretty face white, but she still instinctively comforted: "cousin, can you win her, you at least have to break through the first round to consider this problem, the second round will start tomorrow, we still have one night to study countermeasures, when we find more experts to discuss, there will always be a way to deal with."

When Wang Yuyan talks, she subconsciously thinks of Duan Yu. After all, his six pulse sword is similar to ah Qing's sword spirit, so she should have a better way to deal with it than others.

But I don't know why, another man's appearance suddenly appeared in her mind. Wang YuYan's face was slightly red, and she quietly looked to the other side of the challenge arena: "no matter what happened to that man, he would laugh so quietly, he should have a way."

Song Qingshu didn't know that he was so reliable in Wang YuYan's heart. He just looked at ah Qing's abuse of Zhuo and laughed a little.

"I don't know why you can still laugh. How can you beat her?" Zhu Yi's worried face made song Qingshu take charge of the Golden Snake camp, which was the most important part of her great cause of national restoration. Now that she is about to fall short of success, her face is naturally not good-looking.

"Sister ah Jiu, you don't have to be so pessimistic. Judging from the strength shown in the last battle between Qingshu and mingzun, you may not have no strength to fight." Zhou Zhiruo comforted, but the tone also revealed that she did not say so confident.

"Which is stronger, the lion or the ox?" Song Qingshu suddenly raised a completely unrelated question.

"It should be cattle..." Zhu long thought, obviously a little bit to capture the idea of song Qingshu.

"Yes," Song Qingshu said with a smile, "no matter how strong the ox is, it can't beat the lion at all. What's the use? On the contrary, although the lion's strength can't compare with that of the ox, it can hit the key of the ox, so the ox with greater strength can only become the lion's dish

Zhou Zhiruo frowned: "I know your lightness skill is very good, but this competition is limited to such a square challenge arena. Ah Qing's sword Qi can cover the whole challenge arena without any difference. You can't hide if you want."

Song Qingshu's enigmatic smile: "if I meet someone else, I'm not sure, but if I meet ah Qing in the final, I'm sure I will win."

The two women felt unprecedented confidence from his tone. They were stunned and asked with concern: "Why are you sure you can win her?"

"Buddha said," don't say, don't say. " Song Qingshu's eyes, nose and heart, he refused to reveal a word about how the two women asked each other for nephrite.

"Hubris!" Guo Fu's position is not far away from Song Qingshu, so although song Qingshu's voice is light, Guo Fu still hears it clearly. The moment before, she is convinced by ah Qing's strength, but the moment after that, she hears song Qingshu say that she can win ah Qing, and her anger rises.

Huang Rong is thinking about where ah Qing is from and whether he is an enemy or a friend of the beggars' sect. When she hears her daughter's words, she immediately smiles and says nothing. Obviously, she has the same feeling in her heart.

Song Qingshu glanced at Guo Fu and said to her for the first time, "don't you believe it?"

Guo Fu snorted: "of course, I don't believe it. Some people are not afraid to flash their tongue when they talk big."

"If you don't believe it, we can make a bet." Song Qingshu smiles.

"Bet on it!" Guo Fu is the kind of impulsive personality. Seeing song Qingshu's smile on his face all the time, he just feels extremely evil and blurts out subconsciously.

"If you want to gamble, you have to have a head. I don't think you can come up with anything that interests me." Song Qingshu fiddled with his fingers, a lack of interest.

"I'm afraid you're afraid to gamble." seeing song Qingshu's intention to shrink back, Guo Fu immediately sneers.

Huang Rong can't help shaking her head and grinning bitterly. Her daughter is not like herself at all. She is so easy to fall into the trap of others, but she obviously doesn't think song Qingshu can win ah Qing, and she doesn't mind her daughter gambling with each other.