Ximen Feiyang guessed: "Xiao Song, did you come back this time to find the chief catcher Jin Jiuling?" ”

"Exactly. Pen % fun % pavilion www.biquge.info," Song Yu said.

Mei Jingjing joked: "Ximen catches the head, and he deserves to be the three famous catchers of Wei. Just guess it! ”

The young man came to the old man's side, and the old man whispered in his ear.

The young man's expression was sometimes surprised, sometimes realised, sometimes sneered, sometimes serious.

"Huh! From such a distance, we couldn't hear it at all. What did the old man say to the young master? Mei Jingjing became more and more curious about this old and young.

A thought flashed through Song Yu's mind, a little vague: "Oh! ”

"What's wrong? Xiao Song! Simon Feiyang put away the folding fan and asked.

Song Yu didn't answer, and shouted to Fang Shu, "Little brother, can you come over for a while?" ”

Fang Shu turned around and walked to the steps of the "Farewell Pavilion" and asked, "Song Daxia, what's the matter?" ”

"Little brother, will you go all out in this competition?" Song Yu looked at him with eyes and asked seriously.

"Actually, I just want to warm up this time, not desperately, in case of serious injury, it will affect the selection in five days." Fang Shu confessed.

Song Yu smiled and said, "Little Brother Fang, I hope you will do your best to defeat that little young master." As long as you win, I guarantee you to enter the Praetorian Guard. ”

"Really?" Fang Shu muttered in his heart: Song Yu is the great apprentice of the sword god Li Liushui, and his name moves the world, I can trust him.

Ximen Feiyang interjected: "Brother Fang, I can also guarantee it!" ”

"Good!" Fang Shu made up his mind: "I will do my best!" ”

After the old man finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand.

The young man handed the "black iron rod" in his hand to the old man.

After the old man took the "black iron rod", he sat down on the stone again and looked at the "farewell pavilion".

The boy pursed his lips and walked step by step to where he had been standing.

Simon Feiyang saw that the young man was actually competing with the disciples of the King of Fighters with his bare hands, and thought to himself: Isn't this an egg hitting a stone? What medicine is sold in a gourd?

Mei Jingjing asked, "Yulang!" Why doesn't that little young master use weapons? ”

Song Yu changed the remnant blood knife in his left hand to his right hand, took a deep breath, and said, "I don't understand either, let's wait and see!" ”

Ximen Feiyang unfolded the folding fan, handed the "Jiaxuan Long and Short Sentences" to Mei Jingjing and said, "Miss Mei, help take it down." ”

Mei Jingjing took "Jiaxuan's Long and Short Sentences" and put it into a pink bag on the left side of the willow waist.

Fang Shu's fists clenched, and he also walked step by step to the place where he was standing just now.

The young man was walking, and suddenly jumped up in the air, like a great peng spreading his wings, and kicked Fang Shu's head with his right foot.

Fang Shu "babbled", and his right fist blasted out a "Thunder Fist", the air shook, and the fist surged towards the young man like a mountain of fists.

The young man was not kicked, he was hit by the force of his fist, and his body was like a defeat, and he involuntarily floated towards the old man.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man stretched out his crutches and gently touched the young man's back.

The boy finally stood firm.

Fang Shu took a few steps forward, stood still, and looked at the young man.

Mei Jingjing said: "Ximen catches the head, it seems that Brother Fang has the upper hand." Your word has been saved. ”