No swords, no swords, no swords, no flying swords, no sand and stones, no summoning spells...

You slapped you, I knocked you out with a kick, and the fight was over. Unlike what I expected, there was nothing exciting at all, of course, except for the conversation between the two sides before the fight...

Now think about it...

"It's all pretending..."

Li He, who was behind the crowd, was born as a gangster. When I used to mix in the streets, I used to get into fights. Compared to today's fight, there is no comparison with their previous use of sticks and using whatever they pick up as weapons: "At least, we fight, and we still look very hot-blooded..."

The people who were looking forward to it were all very disappointed, and when Sun Wei stood up, everyone thought he was a master. After twenty-four years of cultivation, even if he hits the opponent with one palm, it is difficult for the opponent to get up.

But Zhang Daokun didn't give him a chance...

At this time, Zhang Daokun also felt very depressed, and he was extremely cautious at first. I'm afraid that Sun Wei will slap his palm on himself and shatter his bones... But now.

"I thought you were a king, but I didn't expect you to be a bronze..."

Inexplicably, such a sentence popped up in Zhang Daokun's heart.

"This is a typical practice of martial arts, but he has never practiced fighting against attacks at all..."

Zhang Daokun touched his nose and stepped back silently.

"Zhang Daoyou, you are a black hand... You didn't give Sun Wei a chance to open up the stance... It's completely unfair for you to fight..."

Sun Haiming looked at Youyou and woke up, but Sun Wei, who was full of confusion, said with dissatisfaction in his tone.

The surrounding group lost their voices, looked at Sun Haiming incredulously, and forgot to complain.

Immediately, the people around reacted and looked at Sun Haiming with strange eyes.

Zhang Daokun felt speechless, touched his nose, and said, "If Daoyou feels unfair, how about we have another one?"

This kind of losing, but still unwilling to admit it, is a scoundrel in itself.

For example, during the Anti-Japanese War, Jiang's generals were all habitually arranging troops, and the position had not yet been opened here, but the shells had already landed, and there were countless casualties. When Jiang was reproached, the general said confidently: "The art of war is cloudy, arrange the troops, open the posture, arrange each army, and then attack each other... However, the enemy was cunning, and while our army was not in a good position, he began to attack... It's called cunning, it's not war!"

However, this kind of rhetoric was praised by Jiang someone, and in the end he only scolded a sentence of stuffed Xipi...

Compared with Jiang's generals, Sun Haiming is as good as he is... The two sides opened up a fight, Sun Wei had already attacked, and Poor Dao couldn't fight back?

"Uncle Shi..."

Sun Wei came to his senses, but stood up brightly: "Losing is losing, the disciple is not ready..."

Saying that, Sun Yi made a joke: "Zhang Daokun Daoyou, the channel was negligent for a while, let's have another game?"

The faces of the people around him are even more weird, is this a fight?

Zhang Daokun was about to refuse, but Zhang Daoming smiled: "Quanzhen, can't you afford to lose?"

Sun Haiming exploded in an instant, don't look at his age, it seems that the older he gets, the greater the accumulation of anger: "Who can't afford to lose? Two wins in three games, this is the rule! You dragons and tigers, do you dare to do it again?"

Sun Haiming moved his liver fire, and the whole truth around him glared angrily one by one, and he actually took a step forward with a brush: "Do you dare to do it again?"

"You can't afford to fight alone, and you want to fight in a group?"

Waving his hand to stop the Taoist priest beside him, Zhang Daoming smiled: "Quanzhen, there is only such a little measurement?"

Sun Haiming's face was cloudy, and he waved his hand to let Quan Zhen beside him retreat: "Two wins in three games will be two wins in three games, if you don't fight, Quan Zhen will naturally not admit defeat!"

Playing scoundrels?

Easy to do... Anyway, Lao Dao has lived for decades, and his face and everything are long gone.

"It doesn't matter if you admit defeat or not, anyway, there are so many colleagues around, as well as villagers, naturally they all look at it..."

Zhang Daoming waved his hand indifferently: "If you can't afford to lose, don't fight..."

The dragon and tiger in Laoshan have been fighting for thousands of years, and the grudges accumulated from generation to generation have not been pleasing to each other, not for a day or two. Sun Haiming didn't squeak, but just asked Sun Wei: "The enemy has a black hand, are you convinced?"

Sun Wei nodded, and shook his head again: "Uncle Shi..."

Twenty-four years of hard work, under the hands of others, one move failed. Sun Haiming may not be convinced, thinking that he did not open the stance. But Sun Wei knew very well that he had done his best.

The reaction of the body, the conditions in all aspects, in addition to the benefits of his hands, the overall fighting experience, he is really not as good as Zhang Daokun.

"Forget it, if you lose, you lose, win or lose, what does it matter now?"

Sun Wei retreated silently, he knew that he had lost face, and even Quanzhen was affected.

Sun Haiming was still unconvinced: "Lao Dao has also practiced kung fu, Zhang Daoming, do you dare to compete with Poor Dao?"

"Huh..."

At this time, in the crowd, I don't know who it was, it didn't seem to hold back, and laughed out loud. And it's just a matter of laughing, it seems that he still wants to cover it up, deliberately trying to cover up this sound, but he deliberately wants to make it accessible to everyone.

"Which Taoist friend thinks that what I said is not true, you can stand up and discuss the Tao with me in a fair and honest manner... Laughing at others behind your back is not a gentleman's doing. ”

Sun Haiming was a little annoyed, he had really lost face, but now he was being ridiculed, and endless anger welled up in his heart.

In the crowd, Zhang Yifang glared at Cheng Yiyan fiercely: "You will cause trouble..."

"Senior brother, didn't I hold back?"

Zhang Yifang passed on the secret, but Cheng Yiyan was undisguised.

Zhang Fang felt helpless and walked out of the crowd. raised his hand, and was just about to say hello to the surroundings and reveal his identity, Sun Haiming looked at Zhang Fangfang, his face was still a little annoyed, and he was full of doubts.

Zhang Fangfang's face, he seemed to feel familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this face.

"This little friend, what kind of sect are you, and you are actually laughing at others behind your back?

Sun Haiming's tone was not good, although he was trying his best to suppress his anger, he still showed it. Zhang Fangfang is too young, and at first glance he is a disciple of which sect.

Quanzhen is in northern China, with a very high status, and there are many sects, but they believe in Quanzhen. Sun Haiming has this kind of confidence, except for the island in the middle of the lake, he really doesn't take any sect in his eyes. In addition to Songshan and Dragon Tiger, Sun Haiming also has a high reputation.

Zhang Fangfang shook his head: "Zhang Fangfang, the eldest disciple of Zhang Zhenren on the island in the middle of the lake of the Poor Dao, this is the third junior brother and the fourth junior brother of the poor road. Poor Dao is here today, if there is any place to offend you, please Haihan..."

"Poor Dao is ordered by his family teacher to come here to advise you not to fight. On the eighth day of the second month, the Three Qing Guan Guru will preach again and formulate rules and regulations to restore the prosperity of the monastic world......"

There was a dead silence all around, except for the villagers of Lizhuang Village who knew Zhang Fangfang, but not many people had seen him. But Laoshan Quanzhen Sun Haiming was full of surprise: "It turned out to be a high-level apprentice of Zhang Zhenren on the island in the middle of the lake......"

The fire dissipated, the prestige of the island in the middle of the lake was rising, and no matter how arrogant Laoshan was, he also knew how many catties and taels he had.