Chapter 294: Beating the Golden Branch
"Knock knock!"
The gong rang three times.
"The eighth round of the fight has officially begun, do you dare to challenge it?" Liu San'er asked loudly.
Because it's a wheel war, I don't pay attention to whether I sign up or not, and I can go on it if I have the ability, which is simple and rude.
There are a few men in the audience who are leggings and waists, but look at me, I look at you, everyone wants to wait for the man in black to run out of strength and then defeat him in one fell swoop.
"What? Didn't anyone dare to challenge me on stage? The man in black provoked the audience.
"I'm coming!"
Let's listen to a coquettish shout.
A man in white jumped into the ring.
That's him.
"Hey, why is it him again? We really have a relationship with him tonight. Jiang Yuntian exclaimed.
Song Che and Liao Heng looked at each other, shook their heads, and smiled.
"What? Is there no man in Suzhou anymore? There's a kid up. β
The man in black mocked loudly: "Little brother, your fists and feet have no eyes, even if you reach the point, you may be injured, in my opinion, you should go down, this game can not be counted." β
"You don't want to look down on people, take it!"
The man in white jumped up and kicked the man in black with a flying kick.
The man in black blocked with both hands and took the blow hard, who would have expected that this inconspicuous little Langjun would have such a powerful kick that the eight-foot-tall man in black retreated several steps in a row.
"It turned out to be a practitioner! Now that's interesting! β
The man in black rushed like a bull, and took the initiative to rush towards the man in white, with his fists and strength.
The man in white does not take hard punches, and dodges left and right with a flexible body, which is also very easy. Only hold the gap before counterattacking.
Although the man in black was burly, his body was flexible, and the man in white blocked several attacks.
can be so entangled, it is more beneficial to the man in white, and the man in black has dominated seven rounds in a row, and his strength is no longer as good as it was at the beginning, and he has been punching in the air for several rounds in a row, and his speed has obviously slowed down a lot.
The spectators in the audience bet on the man in black to win, and they were all cheering for the man.
Jiang Yuntian clenched his fists, and when he saw the situation in the ring, his face became more and more bitter, and he looked at Song Che: "Brother Song, can you still refund the money now?" β
Song Che squinted and smiled: "If you buy it and leave, how can you return the money?" β
Liao Heng accosted: "This is called 'there are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains', if you don't listen to your brother, you have to lose money." β
Sure enough.
The man in black was overwhelmed and gasped for breath. Seeing that the other party was weak, the man in white began to turn defense into offense, attacking the road, laying down the road, making it difficult for the man in black to defend up and down, and the last slap slapped the mask on the face of the man in black.
The man in black was stunned for a moment on the stage, gritted his teeth, and sighed: "I shouldn't despise you, this time I lost." β
There was a sigh in the audience.
Geneva, get your money back! Refund!
The man in white picked up the mask that had been knocked off, patted the dust and handed it back to the man in black, "You are very powerful, if it weren't for a few battles in a row, I wouldn't be able to win you, so I agreed." β
The man in black took the mask, clenched his fists in thanks, and turned to walk out of the ring.
Song Che poured a cup of hot tea at the handicap, and stepped forward with a smile and handed it to the man in black: "Xu Dutou, happy New Year?" β
Yes, this guy is Xu Xiao.
Xu Xiaoxian was a little ashamed, he was an errand boy, but he came to participate in the fight, then smiled bitterly, took the tea and drank it all, "Brother Song, happy New Year......"
Song Che said with a smile: "In today's fight, you won seven rounds, one round of thirty taels, that is more than two hundred taels, which is much higher than your salary." β
I remember Xu Xiao said that he only paid three taels of silver a month, and the money he won tonight was enough for him to save for six years without eating or drinking.
"Don't wash me."
"Tell me about my wife, uncle, I'm not bad for money."
"Go, go, go......"
"You caused me to lose ten taels of silver!" Jiang Yuntian came over to complain, but with laughter.
Liao Heng held nearly eighty taels of silver in his hand and said with a smile: "But it helped me win a lot." β
The four laughed.
Song Che introduced each other to each other, and they were all good brothers with true temperament and uprightness.
The champion re-switches, and in the next game, the odds of winning and losing are 1 to 1.
Most gamblers, after seeing the strength of the man in white, chose to bet on him to defend successfully.
"Brother Jiang, this time you go on stage to play with him." Song Che said.
Jiang Yuntian hurriedly waved his hand and refused, "Forget it, forget it, if I go up, won't I bully him?" Look at his waist, it's not as thick as my arm, and he won't be able to win it. β
Xu Xiao said seriously: "You don't have to look at his femininity, he is ruthless and sufficient, obviously he has practiced internal skills, and he should not be underestimated." β
Jiang Yuntian smiled but did not speak.
"Oh, I told you to go, brother, when did I pit you? I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised when you take off his mask, and you'll come back to thank me. β
"Knock knock!"
"This little brother in white is really a dark horse, but what good man dares to challenge in the ring?" Liu San'er rang the gong.
"Go, it's your turn, remember to be gentle, you straight man."
Song Che pushed Jiang Yuntian to the ring.
"Oh, don't push me, I'll go myself."
Jiang Yuntian jumped lightly and jumped into the ring.
The man in white looked calm, stared at Jiang Yuntian, and said softly: "You are really here."
Jiang Yuntian raised his eyebrows: "Are you waiting for me?" β
"Why did you give me a golden fan and a golden peony?" The man in white spoke in a serious tone.
Jiang Yuntian shrugged: "I don't care about that thing, besides, your poems are indeed very good, and you sacrificed yourself on the street to save others, which can be counted as a reward for you." β
"I'm not rare if I didn't win it, you can take those things back."
"Okay, if you beat me, I'll take it back."
Jiang Yuntian put his right hand behind his back, and only used his left hand to make a "come" posture.
The man in white clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "With two hands, I don't need you to let me!" β
Jiang Yuntian smiled: "I'm not letting you, but dealing with you, one hand is enough." β
"Hey! You still can't fight? I'm going to flirt and go home! β
The audience didn't buy it.
"Teach you a lesson tonight, you arrogant!"
The man in white was the first to attack.
Jiang Daxia is really strong, ordinary people really can't compare, don't say that it is to let one hand, that is, let two hands and one leg, the man in white can't win him.
This competition is very boring, the man in white attacked the whole way, gentle, ruthless, all the moves were used all over again, but he couldn't stand Jiang Yuntian.
The more he fought, the more panicked he became, the more anxious he became, and in the end, Jiang Yuntian didn't make a move, so he messed up, mixing his front feet with his back feet, and stabbed himself into the ring.
Jiang Yuntian hurriedly stretched out his hand to support his waist, but before he could hug him for a moment, the man in white looked back and sneered:
"You've been tricked!"
He took advantage of Jiang Yuntian's flaw in the rescue and grabbed Jiang Yuntian's face with his backhand.
Jiang Yuntian held it with one hand and the other behind his back, even if he let go of his left hand to defend, he couldn't dodge the sudden blow of the man in white, but if he drew his right hand to defend, it would be a break of his promise to others.
However, it would be naΓ―ve to see Jiang Daxia as an ordinary person.
"Whew!"
Jiang Yuntian was wearing half of the mask, and his mouth was exposed, he didn't dislike it at all, and took the white and slender hand of the man in white in his mouth.
In that slurred colloquialism:
"Little brother, Nong doesn't talk about martial arts."