When Wang Xi and the others came to the cockfighting platform, they saw that Geng Hu and his chicken herd had been waiting for a long time.

"To the chicken!" Seeing this, Bao Daya struck a gong.

Wu Laoqi took the drunken chicken from Wang Xiaosan's arms, patted its small round head, and as soon as he let go, the drunken chicken walked around the stage in a majestic manner, and another tall child flew into Wu Laoqi's arms, which was quite like a general who dismounted to inspect the terrain before the war, which attracted a round of applause from the audience.

Geng Hu's chicken herd also hugged the cockfight, and when everyone saw it, they couldn't help but smile: it was still the poinsettia that was almost defeated last year!

Wang is not puzzled: the imperial calendar of the next year cannot be turned over, and the most taboo in the cockfighting arena is that the opponent will find out the details of his cockfighting, because the opponent will come up with a trick to defeat the enemy, could it be that Geng Hu is dizzy?

Sure enough, Wu Laoqi gently patted the wings of the drunken chicken, and stroked its legs, and the drunken chicken had realized the master's intentions, stretched out his neck, and spread his wings.

"Chickens!" Bao Daya sounded another gong.

The drunken chicken, who had been impatient for a long time, descended the mountain and occupied the center of the stage, and then launched a stormy attack on the poinsettia. At first, Poinsettia was able to confront the drunken chicken head-on, but after being pecked a few times by the drunken chicken, it was already timid, blindly dodging and dodging, barely supporting the headplate. After making the water and then coming to the stage, the drunken chicken used his trick, knocked Poinsettia with one wing, and then did not allow Poinsettia to stand firm, and swept his legs out of the air and swept towards Poinsettia's head. Rao is poinsettia dodged quickly, dodged his head but his chest was already on his chest, and with a muffled "bang", he collapsed to the ground, and struggled to get up with two rolls.

Bao Daya slapped his hands and counted: "One, two, three......" When the seventh shot was reached, Geng Hu's chicken herd threw a white handkerchief onto the stage - throwing the white handkerchief on the stage was a sign of admitting defeat.

Finally won Geng Hu and took back the cyclamen, Wang Xi was not to mention how proud, but there was no regret in his heart: he didn't expect the drunken chicken to win so easily, so there was no wonderful fighting scene!

Geng Hu stared at Wang Xi coldly and said, "Brother Liu, do you dare to fight continuously?" I'll put those hundreds of acres of fertile land on again! ”

Fighting? Wang Xi was stunned.

"Hold the big dragon flower!" Geng Hu waved his hand, and the hensherd under his command had already brought out another fighting.

I saw that although this fighting was slightly smaller than the drunken chicken, it was strong, with a tall and long neck supporting a nimble little head, round black bean eyes shooting a cold cold light, and a golden neck and white sand tail, and the feathers were very bright and dazzling - no wonder it was called "big dragon flower".

"Annam chicken!" Wu Laoqi whispered, and then squinted his eyes to observe the big dragon flower pacing on the stage, and the drunken chicken in his arms saw the big dragon flower on the stage, raised his neck and kicked his legs, and kept grunting in his throat.

"Senior Wu, why hesitate here? The drunken chicken fights better than poinsettias, it doesn't take any effort at all, the fighting spirit is being stirred up, and he will definitely be able to win this big dragon flower again! ”

Wang Xi was eager to try. Wu Laoqi finally made up his mind and nodded, but his arms tightened the drunken chicken, and his hands stroked its wings back and forth, obviously reminding it not to be impatient.

Sure enough, after Wu Laoqian touched it dozens of times, the drunken chicken was much quieter. Wu Laoqi just let go.

The two fighting cocks did not fight as soon as they came to the stage, but stretched their necks and confronted each other in a circle, you stared at me, I stared at you, and their claws turned with the rotation of each other's necks, both probing, provoking and looking for the best time to attack.

When the incense burned to the half-burnt, the two fighting cocks rose into the air and strangled in the air. The big dragon flower posture is extremely flexible, when left and right, jumping freely, making it difficult for the drunken chicken to get out of the legs, its fighting method is even more tricky, or show weakness to attack, or feint to defend, advance and retreat are well-founded, if it is at a disadvantage, it will be neck and drunk chicken in one place, the sharp nail mouth but from time to time to peck on the machine, can be described as a stalker.

The drunken chicken fought against the onslaught when he fought with the poinsettias, and held the three-foot table under his claws, and patiently dealt with the big dragon flower, and resolved the big dragon flower's hidden killing tricks one by one.

Wang Xi in the audience saw the doorway, and secretly admired Wu Laoqi's extraordinary vision: if you let the drunken chicken fight with the impatient mentality of eager to win, I am afraid that I have already fallen into the way of the big dragon flower and will be defeated!

After two sticks of incense, Wang Xi saw that Wu Laoqi had raised the dry tobacco pouch unhurriedly, and suddenly knew that the victory was in his hands.

Sure enough, after the remnants began, the drunken chicken was no longer entangled with the big dragon flower, but consciously pulled away from it, and after a peck, quickly retreated, followed by a sudden attack from a long distance, or turned to the flank to attack it unprepared, wide open, big ups and downs. Da Longhua is not used to it now, and after more than a dozen rounds, he was pecked and hit by a drunken chicken, and he was not supported. The drunken chicken's mouth is getting faster and faster, and it is getting more and more ruthless, and after a while, the big dragon flower has been pecked to the skin and flesh, and blood is sprinkled on the ground. After holding on for a while, Da Longhua finally suffered the pain, hooked her head and tail, no longer responded, and lay on the ground and wailed.

A gong sounded, and Bao Daya announced loudly: "The big dragon flower is negative, and the drunken chicken wins!" ”

There was a roar of applause from the audience. Wang Xi was extremely excited: the family business left by the ancestors was finally recovered!

The spectators saw that this year's "Two Treasures" cockfight had ended, and they were shouting and preparing to leave, and the people in the outer circle had dispersed; Only Tang Tingshi still bowed his head to taste tea and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Seeing this, Bao Daya ordered the chicken guy to carry out this year's bonus gold plaque, and Wang Ximei stretched out his hand to take it.

"Slow!" Geng Hu shouted, tilted his head and stared at Wang Xi defiantly: "Do you dare to have a three-in-a-row?" ”

"Three in a row? Are you crazy? Wang Xi, who was unprepared, shook his head again and again.

Geng Hu was anxious, and took out another fighting from the arms of the chicken herd behind him, and threw it to the cockfighting platform: "I still have a fighting, and I want to fight with your drunken again." I bet all my property, and please bet all your property, and completely end the grievances between you and me in the past few years, depending on whether you have the courage to gamble! ”

As he spoke, Geng Hu took out a stack of deeds from his arms and threw them to Bao Daya.

Wang Xi looked at the stage, and saw that Geng Hu's fighting skeleton was not small, but the legs were not thick, as thin as a scale rod, and they were also watery and white-eyed, but they collapsed from time to time, and they were covered with feathers that were not red or yellow, and there were a lot of black and purple feathers in the middle, which was ugly.

When the spectators heard that they were going to fight three times in a row, they had reunited in the audience, and when they saw the fighting on the stage, they were in an uproar.

"Ah, it turned out to be the most ineffective persimmon yellow hair! Three-year-old children all know the jargon of 'only feed green red and purple soap, not white persimmon yellow hair'. ”

"Hey, there's a jargon called 'squinting eyes, weighing pole legs, up to a dozen mouths'."

"Wang Xiaoer's New Year, every year is not as good as a year. I think Geng Hu's cockfight is a chicken is not as good as a chicken! ”

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