Chapter 17: The Lion King's Gold Medal
Liang Kuan suddenly said, "Ah Qi, you go in and help Master...... And Uncle Shi, we don't have to protect. ”
Wang Bo couldn't help but show a smile on his face when he heard this, and glanced at the past, this was the first time that Liang Kuan took the initiative to call him his uncle, and it seemed that he really accepted his identity.
Ghost Foot Qi thought for a while, nodded heavily and said, "Okay, Brother Kuan, don't worry, I will do my best to help Master and Uncle." He turned his head, "Uncle Shi, let's get in quickly!" ”
Wang Bo put away his smile, nodded, and once again held the lion's head and rushed into the lions in the chaotic battle on the field.
Liang Kuan's voice came from behind him: "Oh, Ah Qi, why do you still carry such a big flag?" No experience is no experience......" The tone was full of disappointment that rotten wood could not be carved, and he did not forget to teach people a lesson when he was injured. It's a pity that Ghost Foot Seven ran fast behind Wang Bo, and where could he hear his shouting.
Without Li Yaqiang's drag, Wang Bo no longer had any scruples, his feet flew and kicked out, dozens of lion heads were kicked one after another and flew into the sky, he easily killed a bloody road all the way to the sky, so that the ghost foot seven who was holding a big flag behind him was amazed and admired.
After rushing for a while, Wang Bo shouted loudly: "Ghost foot seven, there are too many people in front, jump up and step on the lion's head and rush in!" ”
"Yes, Uncle Shi!"
The two jumped up, stepped on the lion's head in front of them, and flew into the high platform in the center. After a while, seeing that he was about to get close to the high platform, Wang Bo flew a little under his feet, flew in mid-air and continued to flip, and then held the lion's head in one hand, stretched out the other hand, and climbed on the high platform to hang up.
At this time, the high platform was already full of all kinds of lion heads, and there were people who were holding lion heads in one hand and desperately climbing up with one hand and two feet. As soon as Wang Bo climbed on the high platform, he immediately felt that the high platform could not stop shaking, and he looked crumbling.
The weight of the high platform is limited, these hundreds of people climbed up together, and the combined weight can crush the high platform, Wang Bo looked up at the big red lantern floating in the sky, and thought: "You can't climb up anymore, otherwise, before you can climb up, the high platform will have collapsed." ”
But I heard the ghost foot seven standing on the ground shouting: "Uncle Shi, my master is here!" ”
Wang Bo glanced around, and soon saw Huang Feihong stepping on the lion's head from the left rear side and rushing to the high platform. He shouted loudly: "Senior brother, there are too many people, this high platform can't bear it and is about to fall, let's get out of here!" ”
Huang Feihong was startled, carefully inspected the high platform, and glanced at the people around him who were still climbing up, frowned, thought for a while, and said: "You go first, if you don't take the gold medal, these people won't go, I want to hurry up and take down the gold medal, and these people will leave." ”
Wang Bo thought to himself: "It is worthy of being a generation of grandmasters whose heart is overflowing, and at this time he is still thinking about saving people, this is feeding the tiger with his body and using himself as bait!" ”
His mind turned, thinking that he was higher than Huang Feihong in terms of martial arts and body skills, and he couldn't let Huang Feihong take this risk, this kind of selfless grandmaster was too rare in the world, if he was killed because of his own people from the outside world, although this is a fictional character plot, he always can't bear it.
Thinking of this, he slapped the crosswood built on the high platform in his hand, connected the dots under his feet, and came to Huang Feihong's side with a few "clicks", and said, "Senior brother, I'll rush up, wait for you to give me a ride." ”
Huang Feihong guessed that Wang Bo didn't want him to take risks, and said quite movingly: "Senior brother, you ...... Good! Then you be careful, this high platform is too big and too high, if it really collapses, the scene is chaotic, no matter how high your martial arts are, it will inevitably be smashed. ”
"I know, after I go up, you hurry up and leave with Ghost Foot Seven, I'm afraid the high platform won't be able to support it for long!" After that, Wang Bo kicked his feet, and the huge force suddenly broke the horizontal wood under his feet, and his body was suddenly raised and flew into the sky.
Huang Feihong saw that his rising speed slowed down, and shouted, "Ah Qi, you catch the lion's head!" ”
Ghost Foot Qiying said, "Yes, Master! ”
Huang Feihong threw the lion's head down, picked it up with his feet, picked up the two broken pieces of wood that Wang Bo stepped on, flew out, and kicked the bottom of the two broken logs one after another with his feet, and the two broken logs shot out like sharp arrows when they landed.
Wang Bo, who was flying in the sky, had already paid attention for a long time, and when the cut wood arrived, he immediately stepped on the surface to continue to rise, and when the castration was exhausted, he stepped on another broken log, and borrowed two times in a row, and his whole person had been pulled up to the top of the high platform, and a somersault made him stand on a protruding wooden stake at the top of the high platform with one foot, and put on an independent posture of a golden rooster to stabilize the swaying body.
At this time, the wind was whistling in the sky, Wang Bo's clothes were swaying in the wind, his clothes were fluttering, and the whole person looked like a phoenix standing tall above him, standing out among the crowd below.
The lions on the ground, the ministers of various countries on both sides, Li Hongzhang and others on the stage only watched in amazement, and shouted repeatedly: "Good skills!" Wonderful! ”
Wang Bo reached out and grabbed the red ribbon that tied the red lantern, quickly pulled it down, and soon saw a palm-sized and one-foot-long gold medal hanging under the lantern.
His face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly grabbed it in his hand, but when he heard the "ding" in his head, Xue'er's voice suddenly rang out: "Congratulations master, you won the title of 'Lion King' in the Lion King Competition, completed task two, and obtained a reward of 3,000 energy points." ”
Wang Bo was even more overjoyed when he heard this, he completed one of the system tasks, and the other task could be completed immediately as long as he wanted, but not now, because once the task is completed, he will return to the real world, these two tasks are too easy, and the rewards are too small, he feels a little unwilling, he wants to find out the hidden task that Xue'er has mentioned, and get more rewards.
The gold medal in his hand is cold and hard, and when he turns to the front, he sees that the top is carved with a lion head with teeth and claws, and the two big characters of "Lion King" are engraved in the middle of the card.
At this time, the system task has been completed, and the gold medal has lost its use value to him, so he thought about it, and pulled it off, and at this moment, a burst of firecrackers sounded under the red lantern.
But listening to the strange sound of "bang" between the sound of firecrackers, Wang Bo's heart sank, he fired countless guns, and instantly heard that this was the sound of guns, and suddenly sounded the conspiracy of the Russians to assassinate Li Hongzhang, in order to find out the hidden system tasks, he has set a lot of plans, most of which are related to Li Hongzhang, but the Russians can't be killed.
Quickly let go of his hand, let the red lantern float away, and hurriedly turned his head to look in the direction of the pointer's platform, but saw Li Hongzhang leaving his seat, leaning his head sideways and whispering to an official next to him, but the person seemed to be unharmed. (To be continued.) )