"Okay, no problem!" The boss was so excited that he immediately agreed to Guo Jing’s request
Wulin people from all walks of life in Zuixian Building gathered together, but no one noticed that there was a guest sitting in the corner. This person was about 50 years old, skinny, wearing a dark black robe and wearing a hat. His pale blue pupils were completely covered by the brim of his hat, but his temples showed a wisp of yellowish curly hair. From his appearance, this person was obviously not Chinese.
Although the man ordered a table of dining tables, he didn’t move chopsticks. All these conversations have entered his ears. When Guo Jing said that he would package this restaurant, a subtle smile suddenly appeared on his mouth.
On the evening of the same day, martial arts experts from all walks of life stayed in an inn near Nanhu. The next morning, everyone returned to Zuixian Building together. It was March 24, and the owner of Zuixian Building had already ordered Xiao Er to put tables and chairs along the wall and left a piece of land in the middle of the restaurant.
Master Jiao Mu, the notary public of this tournament, Hokkeji, and all the monks sat together on the north side of the hall.
The seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River are sitting on the east side of the hall, and Guo Jing is already ready to try.
Han Xiaoying, with the kindest heart, went to Guo Jing and whispered to him, "Jinger’s physique is different for men and women after all. You’ve got a lot of money when you come to this contest. Don’t hurt Kanger until you stop!"
"Seven masters, I know!" Guo Jing nod should way.
Zhu Cong, a "master", was worried that Guo Jing deliberately let Yang Kang come over immediately and said in a low voice, "True martial arts is far better than our seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River. Don’t underestimate your enemy!
"Second Master, rest assured that Jinger will fight by herself!" Guo Jing thought to herself, "Let’s beat her before we recognize a younger sister!"
True seven, Yang Tiexin’s father and daughter and Huang Rong are sitting on the west side of the hall, while Yang Kang looks uneasy.
"Kang Er’s contest is the greatest wish of Qiu Daochang before his death. You must not lose to Guo Jing!" Yang Tiexin said so, Yang Kang became more nervous.
"Can you speak or not? You put pressure on Yang Kang at this time …" Ling Feiyang was thinking about Ma Yu, but he had already said, "Now Guo Yang’s two descendants are gathered here. Brother Qiu must have been very happy to see him in Jiuquan. He will not care too much about the outcome of this contest. Kang Er, you need to care too much about winning or losing. You can just give it a try!"
"Or Ma Shibo is more considerate and pregnant with Yang Kang, unlike her, the father’s heart will play the game …" Ling Feiyang thought.
"You Taoist priests, this contest should be like a comparison. Let’s draw a path!" Ke Zhene Shen said.
Chapter 6 Drunk Fairy House Tournament
"I have a good idea for the contest!" Ma Yu stood up and smiled slightly. "Since Jinger has seven masters and we really have seven, why don’t we decide to win or lose in seven games!"
"Even more than seven games?" This point is so exaggerated that all the people present were amazed, but everyone didn’t know that it was not Ma Yu but Ling Feiyang who came up with this point.
"If we can let Yang Kang beat Guo Jing?" Ling Feiyang has been thinking about this problem all night yesterday.
"On merit or lightness skill, boxing palm or hidden weapons, Yang Kang is far worse than Guo Jing in every way of competition …" Ling Feiyang’s heart is very clear. "After learning to strengthen the Yangjia gun with Hong Qigong, Yang Kang is now the only one who can hope to defeat Guo Jing!"
Ling Feiyang immediately thought, "Since each of the seven monsters in the south of the Yangtze River has his own weapon and Guo Jing has been practicing martial arts in the desert for more than ten years, he must have practiced these seven kinds of weapons very skillfully. If the two people compete for the weapon in this name, most of them will not object, so Yang Kang can teach her marksmanship to defeat Guo Jing!"
Ling Feiyang has been contemplating and immediately told the idea to Ma Yu, and Ma Yu will tell Ling Feiyang the tournament plan.
At this moment, Ke Zhene immediately asked, "What are these seven contests?"
"Since the seven heroes happen to have seven kinds of weapons, let the two children compete for weapons!" Ma Yu took the opportunity to say
"Ma Daochang this idea is really wonderful! Just do it! " Ke Zhene really gets clapped and said with a smile.
Ling Feiyang’s stratagem was sold, and he was hooked up. I didn’t expect Zhu Cong, a "wonderful hand", to get up from his seat.
"This is not appropriate!" Zhu Cong shook his head with a broken oil paper fan in his hand and said, "True teaching skill, flying skill and fist palm are all unique days, but we Jiangnan Seven Monsters only have some small accomplishments in weapons. If Kanger gives up his strengths, Jinger will not be greatly cheaper?" What’s more, it’s the most easy to hurt people with a knife and a gun. Two children have to scratch their skin. Are we elders at ease? "
Yesterday, Sun Buer was just asking Yang Kang about the progress of martial arts when the seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River just entered the Drunk Fairy Building. Yang Kang said that she and Hong Qigong had studied martial arts for three days. At that time, although the restaurant was noisy, Ke Zhene had heard Yang Kang’s words. The seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River were shocked by this, so they discussed the countermeasures that night. Ke Zhene was very conceited. Even though Hong Qigong was an extremely good player, it was impossible for Yang Kang’s martial arts to be greatly improved in just three days, but Zhu Cong was very alert. He immediately thought that Hong Qigong must have made some subtle moves to Yang Kang.
Now Ma Yu sells two people to compete for seven games, and Zhu Cong immediately reacts. Hong Qigong must have taught Yang Kang some lance moves! So Zhu Cong pretends that it is unfair to Yang Kang to compete for a weapon, but in fact it is defending Guo Jing.
"Zhu Cong is really a wise man who has seen through my scheme!" Zhu Cong’s words made Ling Feiyang anxious at once, but Ma Yu had already asked, "According to Zhu Erxia, should we compete for fairness?"
"Why don’t we change seven games and three games to compete with each other in martial arts, lightness skill and fist palm? We can really teach martial arts to be profound and profound, and we seven eccentrics in the south of the Yangtze River can learn from it!" Zhu Cong shook his paper fan and said.
"All right, then we’ll win two out of three!" Ma Yu’s natural disposition is indifferent, so he doesn’t care so much about the outcome of the tournament as Ling Feiyang. He agreed to come when he heard Zhu Cong say that it was very reasonable.
"The theory of martial arts expert is no match for Ma Shibo, but it is far from expert to argue with Ma Shibo! Hong Qigong’s marksmanship is nothing more than a weapon, so Yang Kang will lose! " Ling Feiyang is thinking about Yang Kang and Guo Jing in his heart, but he has already reached the venue at the same time.
The first work
Master Jiao Mu told the little novice monk to move some Shi Zhuan from outside the restaurant and put three pieces of them together on the ground in the middle of the venue. Guo Jing walked to the front of these three pieces of Shi Zhuan and split the force in the palm of his hand. Three pieces of Shi Zhuan immediately smashed into powder.