"Uncle Shi has so much strength!" Jian Long smiled and said, the iron rod was pressed and moved down inch by inch, and Jian Long's body also squatted down inch by inch. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wu Biao said in a rough voice: "You have such little strength, you still have to go on stage to compete with your uncle." Didn't your master let you eat before the game? ”

"Because I have to ask my uncle for advice, I don't dare to eat too much!" Jian Long's voice was relaxed and pleasant, and he didn't even breathe, it seemed that although his iron rod was heavily pressed by Wu Biao's knife, he didn't seem to feel a lot of pressure.

After the two were in a stalemate for half a quarter of an hour, Jian Long's arms suddenly exerted force, lifted upward, and flicked Wu Biao back two steps.

"Looks like you still have two pounds of strength!" Wu Biao said, taking the knife and slashing at Jian Long. This time, Jian Long didn't use a stick to block it, but threw his body into the air, and the blade slashed two inches below his feet.

As soon as Wu Biao's wrist flipped, the blade turned from the spot and slashed into the air, if the blade was slashed, I am afraid that Jian Long would also be split in two.

Jian Long made a 180-degree turn in mid-air, his feet up and down, and he raised his stick with both hands to meet the slashing blade in the posture of fishing for the moon in the water.

It's "Click!" again. With a bang, the blade slashed at the stick, almost the opposite of the posture just now.

Jian Long was bounced two or three feet high by the rebound force of the collision of the knife and stick.

"Good!" There were warm cheers and applause on the stage.

"Jian Long, this kid is not simple!" Song Qi turned his head to Mingyu and said, "Could it be that the Sword of the Brave will finally fall into the hands of this descendant?" ”

"What's wrong with that?" Mingyu asked quietly, "As the saying goes, blue is better than blue, and it is said that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves." ”

Song Qi seemed to be a little worried and said: "Uncle Shi can't beat his nephew, how can this make so many uncles embarrassed?" ”

Mingyu shook his head and explained in a low voice: "Don't worry, those people of the senior uncle generation are not so fragile. Besides, among the characters of the uncle's generation, Wu Biao's martial arts are not the highest. Mao Yong, Feng Dan, Ao Bao, and their martial arts are far above Wu Biao. ”

As they spoke, the game on stage changed somewhat.

"Uncle Shi, you have already made three moves! Now it's time for the nephew to make a move! Jian Long's voice came from mid-air, and then he made a seven-hundred-twenty-degree flip in the air. It immediately drew a round of applause and cheers. Immediately, his stick slashed into the top of Wu Biao's head from mid-air with the momentum of Mount Tai's top.

Wu Biao dodged the stick, and then the knife in his hand slashed diagonally upward.

At this time, Jian Long's stick had touched the ground, and with the stick as a support, he directly made a pole vault in the air, and his body lightly crossed the top of Wu Biao's head and landed behind him.

Wu Biao turned around quickly, and the knife swept sideways. Jian Long took the stick vertically to block, and with a "click", the knife slashed on the stick, and both of them took a step back. Not because this time the impact was more powerful than the previous two, but because this time both men were on a shaky footing.

Jian Long squatted on the spot as he retreated, and the stick swept against the ground towards Wu Biao's ankle. Wu Biao hurriedly jumped up.

Jian Long's wrist flicked, and the stick changed from sweeping to stabbing, directly stabbing Wu Biao's stomach. Wu Biao's body is huge, and he can't do front and back flips in the air like Jian Long. When he saw the stick coming, he hurriedly took the knife to block it.

The block was blocked for him, but the force from the stick made Wu Biao, whose entire body was still in mid-air, drift back for more than ten steps, and fell to the ground with a bang, making the entire platform tremble heavily.

"Wow." After Wu Biao landed, he staggered and continued to fall backwards, and finally pounced and knelt on one leg to stop the fall.

"Uncle Shi, you can't afford such a big gift!" Jian Long carried the stick on his shoulder, a teasing smile on his face.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"You kid dare to laugh at the elders, see if I don't teach you a good lesson!" Wu Biao was annoyed and ashamed, and after getting up from the ground, he picked up his knife and rushed towards Jian Long, slashing frantically.

Jian Long used a stick to block the knife cut by Wu Biao left and right, and the sound of clanging was endless.

After resisting about a dozen times, Jian Long suddenly stopped blocking, but supported the stick with both hands, his body rose in the air, and his feet kicked diagonally towards Wu Biao's chest.

"Bang! Boom! With two sounds, Jian Long's feet kicked Wu Biao's shoulders and chest successively, and Wu Biao was kicked back seven or eight steps.

Wu Biao's heels hadn't yet stood firm, and he didn't even have time to change his breath, then Jian Long came to a pole vault again, and his sturdy figure flew seven or eight steps in mid-air with the support of the stick, his feet retracted in the air, and when he was about to reach Wu Biao, he attacked with both feet at the same time, and kicked violently at the chest that Wu Biao had just been kicked.

"Bang~Bang~" twice, Wu Biao's huge body was kicked like a tall tree with its roots cut off, and it quickly fell backwards. At the same time, with a "poof", Wu Biao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and bright red blood rain sprayed on the stage, spraying everywhere.

Since Wu Biao's last foothold just now was on the edge of the platform, he had nowhere to retreat, but he couldn't hold his feet, and his huge body fell to the edge of the platform, and his feet were up and his head down helplessly and quickly fell to the ground below the platform.

"Ah~" let out a cry of regret from the audience's mouth. If you fall upside down and fall to the ground, even if you don't fall to your death, you will break your head and break your bones.

More surprised and worried than the audience was Song Qi. In the past few months, Wu Biao has followed Song Qi almost every day, although the relationship is not as close as Mao Yong's relationship with him, but they have also established a brotherly relationship. If Wu Biao had three long and two short, Song Qi would definitely feel guilty for the rest of his life...

At this critical moment, Song Qi's eyes flickered, only to feel that a white shadow flashed on the stage, and when he rubbed his eyes and looked again, Wu Biao reappeared on the stage, and next to him stood the heroic Hua Meng.

A heart hanging in Song Qi's throat finally let go.

Hua Meng frowned and reprimanded Jian Long sharply, "How can you be so rude to Uncle Shi!" ”

Jian Long hurriedly put down the iron rod, walked quickly to Wu Biao, fell to his knees with a thud, and said tremblingly: "The junior doesn't know the severity, I have offended my uncle, please punish my uncle!" ”

Wu Biao gasped, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and showed a hideous and terrifying smile on his face, and said: "Little Dragon Boy, how can you blame it, you can only blame Uncle Shi's skills are not as good as you!" He turned his head to Hua Mengpi and smiled without smiling, "I can't even beat your apprentice, I'm ashamed!" After saying that, he covered his face with his hands and staggered off the stage...

(To be continued.) )