Lonely and unbelieving:

Talking happily with Jing Kui, they watched the beautiful scenery of the morning sun together until the sun was completely bare above the horizon, and the two left home one after another.

Back in the house, his uncle Wei Qing had already finished the routine court meeting and came back.

"Go sick, why did you come back so late today, there was no accident on the way!" Wei Qing asked me blankly.

Thinking about learning martial arts with Jing Kui today, should I tell my uncle the truth, he is most afraid that I will cause trouble. "Uncle, during today's morning exercise, I found that I could shake out nine regiments of spear flowers, which is a lot more refined than before, so I practiced for a while!"

My uncle looked at me in amazement, nine spear flowers, and the most ten of the martial arts practitioners who have used guns throughout the ages. For example, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, a spear that breaks the formation of an overlord, is an invincible opponent all over the world, and it is ten groups of guns.

Historically, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, once defeated more than 500,000 soldiers and horses of Gaozu Liu Bang with 30,000 troops in the Battle of Pengcheng. It is precisely with Xiang Yu, the output point with the greatest force, that the soldiers of Western Chu can be given greater encouragement, but the coalition soldiers under Gaozu Liu Bang will be stunned in place.

Wei Qing couldn't believe that his nephew could shake out nine spear flowers. Although it's just Huo Quai's words, thinking about it, he can also use seven spear flowers, and he knows if what he said is true!

So Ji Itch said to his nephew Huo Quai, "Go to the sick, why don't we come to learn and communicate, my uncle wants to see if the power of Jiuduo is as powerful as the legend." “。

Lonely and unbelieving:

"Ah, uncle, you 。。。。。。." Huo Quzhi was stunned by Wei Qing's thoughts, and said four words in a hurry.

"What are you afraid of, my uncle is not an embroidered pillow, and he also has a little experience in gunmanship, are you afraid of hurting your uncle?" Wei Qing pouted self-deprecatingly and said to Huo Quzhi.

"Uncle, you know that the sick child didn't mean that, he deliberately teased me." I made some jokes with Wei Qing, my heart was very sweet, and I was already very content to be able to laugh with my uncle like this.

"Let's go, go to the backyard Bibi, since I went out on the battlefield, I have never used the cold scale gun again, today is used as a warm-up for it, and at the same time, my uncle is also familiar with marksmanship, and I haven't practiced for a long time." Wei Qing was already a little impatient, so he walked to the backyard and pulled me to me.

My uncle took his cold scale gun from his jacket and came with me to the backyard. I saw the cold-scaled gun, the body of the gun was carved with fish scales and flower-like lines, and it was very stable in the hand and not slippery. The blade of the spear was shining with cold light, and there was a layer of invisible mist on it, and the black and red wolf cloth crawled on the head of the gun, which was also murderous. I don't know what the gun is made of, and it doesn't look much better than mine.

"Boom," said the uncle, who was already shaking himself three times there, grinning.

The gun is one foot seven inches long, weighs sixty-nine pounds, and is forged with sterling silver mixed with the best black iron of Liangzhou's specialty. The tip of the spear is sharp and hard, enough to penetrate rocks, the blade is one foot three inches long, and the tail is decorated with a white dragon carving. Under the illumination of the sun that had already risen, it was like a white dragon swallowing clouds and spitting mist, breaking through the sky.

I hurriedly picked up the golden-scaled spear in my hand, and with a move of "immortal guidance" to meet the spear of my uncle Wei Qing, the sound of "chi" sounded. The two spears collided together, and the black and white wolves fluttered in the air with the vibration.

Lonely and unbelieving:

With a strong arm, he withdrew from the temporary stalemate, and the first round with his uncle Wei Qing fell.

Lonely and unbelieving:

In the first round with his uncle Wei Qing, he faced off at home, and it ended simply and easily.

"Sick child, this is the beginning of the warm-up, are you ready, meet the second move." Wei Qing looked at me with a somewhat comfortable expression and said very dissatisfied.

"Uncle, let's see the real chapter under our hands today, and accompany my uncle to practice hard today." The more I talk, the more proud I become, my kung fu is taught by my uncle Wei Qing, and I have never thought of competing with him, and today is the fulfillment of my and Wei Qing's respective wishes.

If you want to surpass your uncle Wei Qing in kung fu, the blue is better than the blue, Wei Qing has a light on his face and teaches well, this is my only thought, it is very simple and pure, and there is nothing else.

Wei Qing thought that it was time to knock Huo Qu sick, and now he was a little floating. When people say that I am his uncle, the final decision is in the hands of the emperor, this brother-in-law emperor. Just like the old general Li Guang, he has been loyal and patriotic all his life, and he has been pressed to the position of general and has not been crowned a marquis until now, you kid can't be pampered and proud. Besides, I haven't been a little rusty with the Cold Scale Gun for many years, so I'll brush it up now that I'm proficient.

"Go to the sick, you can show your skills today, let your uncle appreciate the 'power of nine flowers', and see the moves..."

I can't bear it, a set of pigeons turned over and dodged, and before they could stand firmly, they stabbed diagonally, Wei Qing's spear blocked the "bang" sound, and I was numb to my mouth, I put away the light and waited carefully.

"Huh~".

"Wow~"

Lonely and unbelieving:

The silver light of Wei Qing's spear flashed, and he was dazzled by a stormy attack on the upper, middle and lower roads of Huo Quai.

The two exchanged guns and fought fiercely for fifty rounds, and the victory was indistinguishable, but it seemed that Wei Qing had the momentum of becoming more and more courageous, and from time to time he roared and roared, like thunder. It's like pouring all the power and speed that haven't been used in all these years into this exciting showdown.

And over the years, Huo Qubing has never really competed with others, nor has he experienced that kind of life and death moment, let alone fully integrated his marksmanship. The momentum and number of paths that he had practiced on weekdays and fought on the battlefield were completely different, Huo Quzhi's heart was cold, and he felt that he had overestimated his martial arts, and the movements in his hands slowed down.

"Rainstorm pear blossoms, flying eagles and tigers!"

After fifty rounds of fighting. Wei Qing caught an obvious flaw in his eyes, and with a tiger roar, the silver shining cold scale spear was raised high, and he slashed down towards Huo Quai. He used his most powerful killer move - Flying Eagle and Catching Tiger!

"I'm in the way!"

Huo Quai's sharp energy had been lost, his reaction became sluggish, and it was too late to dodge, so he could only snort, exert all his strength, and raise the golden scale gun to parry.

I only heard the sound of "bang", the golden scale gun in Huo Quai's (me) hand. But Wei Qing's cold scale gun also deviated from the direction, and with a blow to Huo Quzhi's head, it fell on his cheeks and hit Huo Quzhi's shoulder heavily. Fortunately, Wei Qing finally collected ninety percent of his strength, otherwise Huo Qubing would have been broken by Wei Qing's blow today.

Although Wei Qing collected ninety percent of his strength, this blow was more than a thousand blows, and when he hit Huo Quai's shoulder, the pain was unbearable, he felt that his shoulder was red and swollen, his arm had no strength, and the golden scale gun in his hand also fell to the ground.

Lonely and unbelieving:

If Wei Qing didn't retract his strength, Wei Qing's blow would not be enough, Huo Quzhi's shoulder would have broken bones, his internal organs would suffer heavy damage, blood would spurt out, and he would fall to the ground with a bang.

Huo Quzhi had a cold face, knelt on the ground, and did not move.

"Defeated, I was defeated." I felt sick for a moment and fell asleep.