Zhang Qiusheng held the nail palladium and dug down at the head of Mucun, just like an old farmer digging the ground, and sang a song in his mouth: "In the spring, there is so a cough, and the people in the border area are talking about it."

Zhang Qiusheng has his left foot in front and his right foot in the back, singing and digging up the nail palladium. It doesn't matter if you sing, it doesn't matter if you dig the ground. The important thing is that the rhythm of singing and digging is not in sync. Or that the movements are not in rhythm.

Not only does it not fit the rhythm, but there is no weight. People sing while laboring, always tapping down and tapping upwards. Zhang Qiusheng is light or heavy, and he has no score at all.

This is a bit like watching a theatrical performance, the dancers on the stage are dancing lightly or heavily, out of tune, and the audience must be awkward. If you have a good temper, you will leave immediately, and I will not watch it. The grumpy will definitely get this actor off the stage.

Zhang Qiusheng, it's impossible to oust him. Throw him down, and you go up and fight? So this awkwardness can only be endured.

The audience can bear it, but Kimura can't. Zhang Qiusheng's palladium nailing has no moves, just a simple digging from top to bottom, just like an old farmer digging the ground. The song was so upset that he was upset. You can only hold the handy shovel with both hands to protect your head, so as to adapt to all changes.

After all, Kimura has such a high cultivation, and he held a convenience shovel to resist a few times, and he knew that it would not work like this. Besides, being completely passive is not Kimura's character. You have to attack, and the best defense is offense.

Zhang Qiusheng usually digs a nail of palladium fiercely, and then digs another palladium high. Kimura spotted a gap, and after just blocking a nail of palladium, he immediately shoveled the moon bud forward, intending to shovel it first. I didn't expect this shovel to have an effect, and Kimura left behind. As long as Zhang Qiusheng avoided it slightly, he immediately turned the shovel head and patted his armpit with a square shovel.

The idea is to play well, and as soon as the shovel comes over, Kimura feels that something is not good. This time, the palladium was not raised high, but flicked slightly on the convenience shovel and fell down.

Of course, if you don't lift it high, then you won't dig it heavy. But how can a man's head touch a nail palladium? No matter how lightly you dig, it will break your head and bleed.

Kimura knew that if he didn't wait for Zhang Qiusheng to be hit by his shovel, he would hit the palladium first, and there was no possibility of losing both.

Kimura fell backwards with his feet in a hurry, followed by a few rolls, which were able to avoid the nail palladium, and quickly raised the shovel to protect his head.

Now it's more like digging into the ground. Zhang Qiusheng bent over, still with his left foot in front and his right foot behind, the virtual and real changed, the left foot became solid when digging, and the left foot became virtual when lifting. The song continued: "In the spring, the mass production is so ho-hey, and the people in the border areas are making a lot of noise-"

The scene is bizarre, absurd and ridiculous. Some of the audience laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their waists, and some couldn't close their mouths with their mouths wide open.

Qu Wuxian and Xu Dahai felt a little comforted in their hearts, Kimura was worse than us. We also fought a few tricks with Zhang Qiusheng, but Kimura only had the ability to parry from the beginning and did not have the power to fight back. Hey, I don't measure myself, I ask for my own hardship.

Li Qiulan's side is still in a stalemate. The ten-zhang long rope points in a straight line to the throat of Wushu. Wushu holds the sword in his right hand, his hands are vertical, and the tip of the sword is facing the ground.

If it is an ordinary martial artist, even if it is an innate martial artist whose true qi can be released, the true qi will not last long if it is permeated with such a long rope.

Wushu had such an idea, and he would attack when Li Qiulan's aura was exhausted and his mana was gone. But after such a long time, Li Qiulan showed no signs of fatigue at all.

There is no time to wait, and he must find a way to change the situation. Martial arts are definitely inferior to her, only with her fighting methods.

Wushu rolled his eyelids and was amused when he saw Li Qiulan watching Zhang Qiusheng digging into the ground. Wushu's left hand immediately pinched the trick. A primordial infant like him, there is no need to chant a spell to cast a spell, just a flash of thought in his heart.

Wushu made an orchid shape with his left hand, pinched his middle finger with his thumb, and as soon as the spell flashed out in his head, his left hand was whipped. The top of Li Qiulan's skipping rope is a knot, which is intended to prevent the skipping rope from falling apart in the fight. But the knot was on the thumb of the unforgiving, and it hurt so much that his whole arm cramped.

Li Qiulan is absorbing the lesson of Sister Ran Ran, and she must not let her opponent cast spells. As for whether the unforgiving spell can hurt himself if it comes out, it doesn't matter, it just can't let him cast the spell.

Regardless of the pain, raise the sword to sharpen while the skipping rope has not yet retracted. Just like last time, the first fifth of the jump rope suddenly became soft. The flying sword was slashed into the air, and Wushu hurriedly withdrew the sword to defend himself. It's a pity that it's late, the jump rope flicks up, bypasses the flying sword and "snaps", and twitches it on Wushu's left cheek.

Forgiveness opened his mouth again, and once again two back molars and blood were spat out. Unforgiving, unable to bear it, the flying sword shot.

Over there, Sun Buwu suddenly shouted: "Lao Zhang, you dig lightly!" Don't break that shovel! ”

Zhang Qiusheng ignored Sun Buwu, he was singing and digging the ground, so busy that he didn't have time to pay attention to the surrounding affairs.

Li Mantun asked: "What, do you like this convenient shovel?" Don't you have a bronze ruler? ”

The copper ruler is not as domineering as this convenient shovel, Sun Buwu said: "This convenient shovel belongs to me!" Later, I will return this bronze ruler to the seniors. ”

Sun Buwu talked to himself, completely ignoring Kimura's feelings, as if the convenient shovel in Kimura's hand was already his.

Seeing that Zhang Qiusheng ignored it, he still dug happily one by one, Sun Buwu hurriedly shouted: "Light, take care of things!" ”

Wushu threw out the flying sword and immediately pinched the sword trick in his hand. His flying sword has a bright hall, which can be divided into three. There have been a few dangerous fights, and Wushu has taken this move at a critical moment, and then turned defeat into victory and killed the opponent. He dared to argue with Jing Yi, and the reason is also here.

But today Wushu is unlucky, and he met a living immortal who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. Although Li Qiulan lacked combat experience, she instinctively preset a plan early on, and with a shake of the skipping rope, a circle with a diameter of about one foot formed at the front end. The speed was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, the flying sword entered the rope circle.

Frightened, he hurriedly changed his sword trick to make it rush out of the rope ring. Wushu sadly found that there was a strong pressure and viscosity in the rope loop, and the flying sword was very sluggish in it, and it was not under his control at all.

This qiē was formed in an instant, and Wushu didn't have time to react more, and the rope loop was wrapped around the hilt of the sword. Li Qiulan shook the skipping rope, and the flying sword turned around and killed Wushu.

Wushu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and used all his mana to command the flying sword to turn around and kill Li Qiulan again.

Li Qiulan shouted: "Everyone get out of the way!" Then with a flick of the jump rope, the flying sword immediately deviated from the direction of flight. Li Qiulan shortened the skipping rope to about three zhang, swung it around her head, and then slashed towards Wushu's thigh with inertia.

The unforgiving sword trick could not overcome inertia, so he could only jump up to avoid the flying sword. Li Qiulan continued to wield the skipping rope, and the flying sword at the top slashed towards Wushu's thigh one by one, and Wushu jumped up again and again, like a rope skipping exercise for elementary school students.

All the cultivators in the area of Bahe Lake came, and the fight of the Yuanying master was rare. The large open space in front of the diving club was surrounded by water.

Regardless of their cultivation, the cultivators were all stunned by this novel fight, and they were all amused. Someone is saying strange things: "Forgive the seniors, what are you doing, learning to skip rope for children?" Others are helping to count: "Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen—eighty-one, eighty-two————"

There are also people who make bad moves: "Hey, Miss Qiulan, you raise a little bit and split his waist." The masses wanted to see how high he could jump. ”

Wushu took the time to stare at this man viciously. He has to remember what this person looks like, and he must take care of it when he has the chance.

Zhang Qiusheng is still digging the ground. It's still digging the ground without rhythm, focus, and skill. It's obviously an old farmer digging the ground, but Kimura just can't dodge, so he can only hold a convenient shovel to protect his head. It's useless to roll, and Kimura doesn't roll anymore, so he just lies on the ground and lets Zhang Qiusheng dig it.

It's not right to say that there is no skill. Zhang Qiusheng specially digs close to his left hand, and most of the force of each digging is borne by Kimura's left arm. This is called concentrating on one point and ignoring the rest.

Kimura gradually couldn't resist anymore, and his left arm was numb and weak. Reiki must be used to repair the paralyzed muscles of the left arm, otherwise you will not be able to grasp the convenience shovel.

Kimura lay on the ground with his back to the sky, resisting the palladium with all his might. Reiki didn't dare to use it indiscriminately. His aura was all concentrated in his abdomen to protect the dantian. Zhang Qiusheng has been digging a shovel until now. But who knows which of his tendons is wrong, and suddenly he digs on the dantian?

Not now, no matter what, you have to share some aura on your left arm, otherwise you won't be able to hold on any longer.

For cultivators in the Jindan period, it is only a matter of a blink of an eye to carry some spiritual energy to various parts of the body. But in the blink of an eye, it almost killed Kimura. As soon as he moved, Zhang Qiusheng dug into his lower abdomen with a nail of palladium. Scared, Kimura immediately tried to protect the dantian.

Zhang Qiusheng suddenly stopped digging again, freed up one hand, bent down and grabbed the shovel. Kimura's left arm was already out of strength, and he couldn't hold the shovel when he was startled just now.

Zhang Qiusheng grabbed the shovel with one hand, and dug into Kimura's right arm with the other hand with a nail palladium. Kimura had no choice but to let go, even if he fought his right arm, he couldn't keep the convenient shovel, why didn't he let go?

Kimura let go of the convenient shovel and rolled a few times in succession. In the rolling, while his back was to Zhang Qiusheng, he took out a small stick that was more than three inches long from his mouth, and a carp stood up, pinched a small stick and turned it into an eyebrow-high purple gold dragon head crutch.

Kimura's set of moves is very beautifully completed. Although he lost a convenient shovel, he finally stood up and was no longer passively beaten.

Sun Buwu took the convenient shovel and ran to Zile's side happily: "Senior Zong, the copper ruler will be returned to you." Sorry ha, thank you ha! ”

Wushu is still playing with skipping rope, and the audience has already helped him count to more than three hundred. Wu Yan suddenly shouted, "Qiulan, give me this flying sword." I've also returned my current handle to I'm senior. ”

Wu Yan paid the money first and then received the goods, and immediately returned the flying sword to Yi Pengya. The two Jindan masters smiled at each other, and were speechless and burst into tears. My magic weapon for many years has finally returned. It came back so suddenly, so inexplicably.