Chapter 110: The Wind Howls
Chapter 111
Luo Yinshan furrowed his brows: "The school skills in the ring are nothing more than meeting friends with martial arts, why do you hurt people with your reckless words." ”
"Isn't it just fighting, what nonsense, today the third grandfather will be a teacher and teach you what kung fu is. ”
Cheng Dalei covered his face, if he really had the ability to say this, it would be fine, but Zhang Sanye's two hits, wouldn't he be beaten after he went up.
Luo Yinshan gritted his teeth angrily: "What a reckless man, may your ability be as great as your tone, there are weapons over there, do you want to compare fists and feet or weapons?"
There is a row of weapon racks next to the ring, on which there are swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. Zhang Fei walked over and drew a spear from the weapon rack.
Luo Yinshan waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to carry his iron whip over.
"The black-faced man, the sword has no eyes, you gave me a careful look!"
"Come on!"
Zhang Sanye burst into a shout, everyone's ears buzzed, and when he came back to his senses, the third master had already rushed over with an iron spear. Huh Hao was like a black horse, and the tip of the spear pierced Luo Yinshan's throat.
"the sky!"
Luo Yinshan was shocked in his heart, this spear came so quickly and menacingly, he had no way to parry it for a while.
He could not take it, so he could only retreat, his body short, and the spear pierced over his head.
Luo Yinshan was shocked into a cold sweat, and he must not underestimate this black-faced man.
"Zadi. ”
The spear smashed the top of his head, and Luo Yinshan was on the ground with a stick, although he narrowly avoided it, but he was so frightened that the souls of the dead were scared.
"Drive the pigs. ”
The spear was thrown horizontally, forcing Luo Yinshan to retreat, Luo Yinshan's heart was a little broken, the first two moves sounded normal and majestic, but this third move sounded like ...... Is this driving me like a pig?
Cheng Dalei came to the spirit at this moment, Zhang Sanye was so good that he was able to force Luo Yinshan to this kind of field. He had already checked it just now, and the grade of this Luo Yinshan was top-notch. At this moment, looking at Zhang Fei's information, he was surprised to find that his level had been upgraded to excellent.
Sure enough, he is a person with legendary potential, and it has only been how long he has given him the 'Three-Hand Spear', and the upgrade is so fast.
In the ring, Luo Yinshan has gained a firm foothold, he made an iron whip, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch dangerous, and saw the opportunity to force the third master within three steps, so that the spear in his hand could not be used.
After three moves, Zhang Sanye was already tired. Cheng Dalei sighed, excellent against the top, although he can take advantage of a while, it is difficult to win.
Luo Yinshan was fighting more and more fiercely, and the iron whip in his hand made him majestic. It turned out that this black-faced man was the first three fierce moves, and then he plummeted for thousands of miles. Hmph, it's nothing more than a foolish person who has no ability, but today I want to give you some color to see, so that you know what it means to be high and thick.
With a slight movement under his feet, Luo Yinshan had already flashed behind Zhang Fei with flexible footwork, picked up the iron whip and smashed it at the back of his head.
"Shaft dares!"
There was a burst of applause, but he saw a white-robed queen rushing into the ring, and Luo Yinshan was swept away with one shot.
This person is naturally Zhao Zilong.
As soon as he appeared, the audience cheered in unison, and some young ladies kept flattering him.
Tut!
Sure enough, appearance is justice, Zhao Zilong was born really handsome, and the white robe and silver gun are outrageous. For example, Zhao Zilong's appearance can make a girl promise each other, and like Zhang Fei, she can only be exchanged for being a cow and a horse in the next life.
"The third brother is watching the battle from the sidelines, and this person is handed over to me. ”
Zhang Sanye was shocked into a cold sweat, thanks to Zhao Zilong's timely appearance, if he dared to be whipped, his life would be surrendered here.
Luo Yinshan won, and suddenly he was a little arrogant, and said to Zhao Zilong: "Where did the doll come from, it is the same color as that black-faced man." Grandpa sees that you are young and doesn't want to take your life, so get out of here. ”
"Zilong, don't spare him, give him some color. Zhang Fei suffered defeat and shouted in the audience.
Zhao Zilong raised his eyebrows, and the spear poked out, he was dressed in white, like a golden dragon going to sea.
"Good!"
Most of the applause from the audience was shouted from the mouths of the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law. Luo Yinshan was startled, what is this doing, they are all crazy.
Cheng Dalei is also like seeing fans of some idols in his previous life, they ...... Why is it excited.
With the help of countless cheerleaders, Zhao Zilong was like a god, and the iron gun was used in his hand. But Luo Yinshan was demoralized, and he was deflated in a row, and was overturned by Zhao Zilong with a move to turn over Qinglong within 20 rounds.
Good!
Luo Yinshan didn't think that he would lose, and the defeat came so quickly, and when he fell to the ground, he didn't understand what was going on. When he came back to his senses, he only saw a cold light piercing towards him.
"No...... Don't!"
Wipe!
The tip of the gun stabbed into Luo Yinshan's forearm, in exchange for a terrible scream, he has become famous for his iron claw skills, and he is famous for his iron claw eagle, this time his forearm was broken, even if he can catch it again, his kung fu will be greatly reduced.
Lying on the ground, his hands covering his arms, staring at Zhao Zilong with vicious eyes.
Good!
The audience was boiling like boiling white porridge, and the women who were young took off the sachets on their bodies and threw them on the stage, and Zhao Zilong was bathed in a rain of sachets in an instant.
Legend has it that there is a beautiful man Pan An, who walks on the street, and the flowers and melons and fruits thrown by the girl can fill a cart. Looking at this scene, Cheng Dalei secretly sighed: Pan An is reincarnated, and that's it.
In other words, there is no gap between his appearance and Zhao Zilong, in general, it is comparable, why haven't I encountered this situation.
Tsk, it seems that there is also a problem with the aesthetics of Yangzhou City.
Zhao Zilong picked up the two hundred taels bounty in the ring and jumped off the stage and handed over the silver to Cheng Dalei.
But I could hear the chaos around me, and those big girls and little daughters-in-law were all rushing here, with expressions on their faces as if they were going to devour Zhao Zilong alive.
"Everyone, calm down, he's still a child, don't ...... like this"
Zhao Zilong is only fifteen years old this year, and according to Cheng Dalei's concept, he is a child.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am his agent, can you tell me if you have any requirements, he is tired and needs to rest. ”
No one paid attention to Cheng Dalei, these women rushed here like crazy, but this scene frightened Cheng Dalei and the others.
He grabbed the silver burden in his hand, waved it away, and the broken silver fell like rain.
"Lord is happy today, rewarded. ”
The crowd came around, some were grabbing silver, and some were rushing for Zhao Zilong, huddled together. In this way, it also separates the people of the Golden Dragon Dart Bureau.
"The big boss, the wind is howling. ”
", blah, blah. ”
Cheng Dalei took advantage of this opportunity to quickly slip away, not knowing how far he ran away, and he was relieved to see that no one was chasing after him.
Cheng Dalei ran out of breath and patted Zhao Zilong on the shoulder: "I didn't expect it, you have the potential to become an idol." ”
"What is an idol?" Zhao Zilong looked confused.
"Uh......" Cheng Dalei pointed to himself: "Someone like me is an idol." ”