Geng Hu couldn't stand the spitting of the visitors, and scolded with a red face and a rough neck: "What's wrong with persimmon yellow hair? Yes, my fighting is called Persimmon Yellow Hair! But Persimmon Huangmao has no opponent on the stage and still dominates the king, he ...... Why didn't Wang Xi dare to sprinkle the chicken? ”

Geng Hu was obviously red-eyed and angry.

The gambling energy in Liu Debao's heart was suddenly instigated, and he was about to scatter chickens with his sleeves and fists, but Wu Laoqi hurriedly grabbed him.

I saw Wu Laoqi holding a dry tobacco pouch, staring closely at the persimmon yellow hair on the stage, and said word by word: "I can't fight!" ”

"Why can't you fight? Although the drunken chicken fought twice in a row, his fur was undamaged, and his surname was also prosperous, and Geng Hu's persimmon yellow hair was vulnerable even to laymen, could he be afraid of him! No wonder people get older and more timid. Shi Kai, who was following behind Wang Xi, said with all his breath.

Wu Laoqi shook his head: "I don't think Geng Hu's fighting is a real persimmon yellow hair!" The real persimmon yellow hair is colorful, the feather color is heavy, and the tail color is light, and the feathers of this fighting are extremely pure from root to tail, and the black and purple intervals are orderly. Moreover, the eyes of this chicken seem to be colorless, as if they are not blind, but occasionally at a glance, they are shining and bright; Also, although its legs are thin, they are covered with large scale flowers in the bud valley, and the large scale flowers are pressed against the small scale flowers, which are clearly full of tendons, this kind of leg is called cow tendon legs, and the strength is also very large, probably no less than the heart-eroding legs of drunken chickens. And the drunken chicken has fought twice, and the vitality is consumed too much, and the first two plates can still be supported, but I am afraid that the residual plate will be difficult to support! If you want to fight, let's stay in the coming year! ”

Wu Laoqi and Wang Xi's head-to-head behavior did not escape Geng Hu's eyes, he sneered, and shouted in a strange tone: "Hmph, I remember that twenty years ago in the cockfighting ring in Jinan, there was a cockfight surnamed Wu who hugged a fighting named Golden Legs, won two games in a row, and was about to take the golden plaque away, but in the third game, he was fanned off the stage by a fighting called Flower Peacock with a trick 'Haidilao Moon'!" Haha......"

Wu Laoqi's face was blood-red, his teeth were clenched, and the green tendons on his forehead were bursting out. Obviously, the surname Wu that Geng Hu said is Wu Laoqi. Wang Xi once heard Wu Laoqi talk about the only duel he had with Lu Shumin, and he was defeated by a fraction of a second, and was exposed by his opponent in public, which is a great shame in the cockfighting arena! Wang Xi saw Wu Laoqi's appearance, thinking that Wu Laoqi had made up his mind to fight cocks, and as soon as his hand was released, the drunken chicken, which was already impatient, flew to the cockfighting platform! Wu Laoqi was about to stop him, but it was too late, and cold sweat "brushed" down!

The smoke rose, and the two fighting cocks looked at each other hesitantly, and they both saw from their eyes that the other party was not an ordinary person. No longer tempting, no longer hesitating, the two fighting cocks jumped up with their paws at the same time, fighting fiercely together, obviously wanting to "cut the mess quickly".

Sure enough, as Wu Laoqian expected, Persimmon Huangmao is extraordinary, pecking and stretching out his claws, one move and one style are very neat, and for the heart-eroding leg of the drunken chicken, it seems to know that it is powerful, and it is not hard to touch, but the body is slightly biased, and the wing root is stressed from the side, and the huge force of the heart-eroding leg is skillfully resolved.

After a stick of incense, the drunken chicken is not cheap at all! Catching a glimpse of Geng Hu's smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, Wang Xifang realized that things were not going well-he had fallen for Geng Hu's agitation! On the contrary, Wu Laoqi calmed down, pushed away the chicken guy, picked up the fighting, and made water for the drunken chicken by himself, and the water mist sprayed was very careful and even, and a pair of big hands kept massaging and rubbing on the drunken chicken, so that the drunken chicken could recover his strength as much as possible.

In the middle of the battle, the drunken chicken's movements were not as fast as before, and he still whispered "cooing" in his throat from time to time, as if he had doubts about his ability. Persimmon Huangmao saw that the opponent's confidence was shaking, and immediately accelerated the pace of the attack, and after a few rounds, he took a small advantage and pecked on the head of the drunken chicken, and blood immediately gushed out. Unexpectedly, under the stimulation of blood, the drunken fought again, it shook its head, and attacked with persimmon yellow hair.

Suddenly, the two chicken shadows on the cockfighting platform met at the same time, flying up and down, rolling around like wheels, pieces of feathers swirling, and the wind stirred up by the wings blew on the faces of the visitors near the stage, and it was cold and swishing!

The two fighting cocks were mixed together and entered a state of hand-to-hand combat. Wang Xi breathed a sigh of relief: hand-to-hand combat is a drunken chicken's forte, as long as there is a leg on the head of the persimmon yellow hair, it is enough for it to drink a pot!

Unexpectedly, the persimmon yellow hair foot method is extremely sharp, every time the drunken chicken wants to lift its feet, the persimmon yellow hair that gets out of the leg faster will hit its claws back to the same place halfway, and it has become the nemesis of the drunken chicken. A good drunken chicken, hurriedly took two steps back, persimmon Huangmao thought that there was an opportunity, and quickly followed up. The drunken chicken turned sideways, turned to the side of the persimmon yellow hair, kicked his legs, swept the persimmon yellow hair's neck, and then jumped up, gathered enough strength, and made up for it - this leg will definitely break the persimmon yellow hair's neck!

Wang Xi was about to applaud, but saw Persimmon Huangmao fall suddenly, dodging the fatal blow of the drunken chicken, twisting his neck, and pecking at the left eye of the drunken chicken with a long and sharp peck. The drunken chicken hurriedly changed his tricks, shrank his head, and with a "bang", the long peck of the persimmon yellow hair hit the drunken chicken's beak.

Wang Xi was shocked to see it, and even exclaimed that it was dangerous: thanks to Wu Laoqi who taught the drunken chicken the trick of dodging and protecting his eyes!

Persimmon yellow hair sneak attack failed, a straw turned over, volleyed up in the air, from the drunken chicken straight down from the front of the straight down, just like a flying eagle fighting rabbit, the drunken chicken raised his eyes to see what was going on, but only felt that the left eye was painful, and couldn't help screaming, and a red bead burst out of the left eye!

Suddenly the audience boiled, and under the uncontrollable forgetfulness, the spectators ignored the rule that no noise should be made in the war, some applauded, some clapped, and some stamped their feet to feel sorry for the drunken chicken--everyone knows what it means to fight a that has lost one eye!

Wang Xi sifted the chaff all over his body, and Wu Laoqi's dry tobacco pouch was also shaking, and there were no fireworks in the smoke pot for a long time! On the stage, the drunken chicken whose left eye has become a black hole and whose right eye is also blurred by blood is only pecked and kicked. Although the drunken chicken fought to the death and did not retreat, he recognized the direction from the sound of the persimmon yellow hair, and from time to time he took a kick from the cold shovel, but after all, the direction was difficult to discern, and he was gradually forced to the edge of the stage, and he was about to fall off the stage in one step.

At this time, a gong sounded, the second incense burned out, and Wu Laoqi flew onto the stage with an arrow and held the drunken chicken tightly in his arms!

Geng Hu was elated, and the folding fan shook loudly. And the spectators all looked at the drunken chicken with sympathy. The flesh and blood on the drunken chicken's head were blurred, and his whole body was shaking from the great pain, pecking widely, and muttering non-stop. With tears in his eyes, Wu Laoqi first smeared the powder to stop bleeding for it, and then sucked its right eye to suck off the blood clots that had already congealed.

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