The crowd scattered to the side, waking up their companions who were sleeping soundly on the ground, and helping them aside. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info such a comical scene may be far from what Jerusheru originally expected. A contest held in the name of the Khitan Khan in the name of the Emperor of Weiwei would fall into such a situation.

Princess Liu Ge followed everyone and quietly stepped aside. This martial arts competition was nominally for her to choose a husband, but at this moment, it seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her, and gradually lost its relationship with her. And she herself was just a reward for the one who won the first place by the Khitan Khan.

She felt a little cold on her body, and seemed to be in her heart, so she wanted to stand closer to the bronze horse, maybe she could take this opportunity to ask him how his injuries were. However, the admiring gazes cast by many martial arts people firmly bound her like ropes and spider silk, making her dare not act rashly.

The bronze horse crouched on the ground with a knife in his hand, and wiped the blade with a clod of earth picked up from the ground. The fine sand was a great material for sharpening the blade, something he had discovered since he was a child and had never told anyone else. He lowered his head from beginning to end, polishing the blade of the knife, as if he had never noticed Brother Liu's gaze.

Brother Liu stared blankly at his figure squatting on the ground, and suddenly grinned, revealing his white teeth like shells. Ten years have passed, and the copper horse is still the same, just like the boy who liked to squat on the ground and wipe his knife ten years ago. She smiled with a spring breeze and warm eyes.

Suddenly, a teardrop slipped down the corner of her eye, she took out a handkerchief embroidered with bisi mandarin ducks, wiped it slightly at the corner of her eye, and sighed, the wind in this grassland is too strong!

Just as she was distracted, the old man with seven injuries walked past her, quietly poked his thin ten fingers, and wanted to touch her honey buttocks under the silk dress.

The bronze horse was polishing the knife, but suddenly stopped, and held the handle of the knife with his right hand.

Princess Liu Ge woke up suddenly, and hurriedly blocked the horsewhip in her hand in front of her, stopping this person's disgusting behavior, "Seven wounded seniors, what are you trying to do?"

She deliberately said the word "old-timer" very seriously, reminding this person not to be disrespectful to the old.

The old man of the Seven Injuries didn't care when he heard this, he grinned, "The old man wants to tell you that after this martial arts competition is over, you will be my person." What's the difference between letting me touch it early and letting me play later!"

Princess Liu Ge forcibly suppressed the disgust in her heart, saluted him, and said, "Then it will be until the Seven Wounded Seniors win the first prize in this martial arts competition, and then the Great Khan will personally issue an order before it can be counted." ”

The old man retracted his hand stupidly, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the old man is going to meet that kid." ”

Not far from him, the bronze horse buried his head again and continued to wipe his knife.

Under the attention of thousands of people, the old man with seven injuries walked straight towards Liu Yu, who was standing in front of him, and he didn't notice the cold gaze cast by the real person of Yuhe behind him.

Liu Yu watched from afar as this thin old man walked towards him, he had heard Master Lu Shengyan say that the Seven Sorrows Fist was a unique evil skill in the rivers and lakes.

This practice is extremely difficult, but the rewards are also great. Whoever practices this practice will go mad at the slightest mistake, lose his sanity, and become insane. But if you can succeed in cultivation, you will definitely be able to occupy a place in the rivers and lakes, and even the famous Taishan Beidou in the martial arts does not dare to despise it.

He put on a posture and greeted the old man who was slowly walking towards him with a style of "ten thousand streams return to the sea". I saw that the old man with seven injuries didn't seem to be in a hurry, and every step was slow, as if he was not angry, and even Yeluxuan, who was watching the battle, looked a little impatient, "Old man with seven injuries, are you competing or walking?"

The old man grinned, did not reply, and still went his own way. He tucked his two fists into his sleeves, and his steps seemed to be deliberately slow.

Liu Yu kept an eye on his pace, in case he rushed over and attacked at any moment. After staring at them for a long time, they began to feel a little dizzy. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, not knowing where the dizziness came from, but he always felt that it had something to do with the steps of the seven-wounded old man's feet.

I saw that the pace of the old man with seven injuries was fast and slow, one step was slow and then three steps were fast, and one step was fast followed by three slow steps. This unusual footwork rhythm can have an impact on people's minds, just like the hypnotism of the Western Regions.

The people present who felt dizzy were by no means the only ones who felt dizzy. Those men who were already drunk were competing to vomit at this time. The ground was in shambles, and it stinked for a while. Even those who did not drink began to sway, feeling dizzy and unsteady on their feet.

Yuhe Zhenren stretched out his hand to hold the poisonous sword on the ground, and then he barely stood firm, and said secretly in his heart: "What an evil kung fu!"

There was a faint hint of bad meaning in his heart, it seemed that this old man with seven injuries had been hiding his strength, and his real kung fu was far above Liu Yu.

This person did not show his true martial arts in front of everyone before, because the more arrogant he was, the more everyone felt that he was vain, so that few people believed that he had real skills, and even Yuhe Zhenren only used him as a stepping stone to consume Liu Yu's strength.

"What a pig and a tiger!" he Yuhe Zhenren secretly scolded in his heart.

Liu Yu watched the old man with seven injuries getting closer and closer, and he wanted to take his eyes off him, but he felt as if his eyes were locked and couldn't move at all.

In the competition of masters, the slightest difference will break the embankment for thousands of miles, and it will be out of control from then on. Now he can't even take his eyes off, how can he observe the way of the opponent's boxing, it can be regarded as a loss before a fight.

Besides, this old man with seven injuries was full of malice towards him as soon as he came up, and when he saw that he was at a disadvantage, how could he not be willing to die!?

He sighed in his heart, "Could it be that I died so inexplicably today?" ”

He originally wanted to have a big battle with the martial arts heroes, even if he died, he had to die vigorously. But he didn't expect that he would lose so much in front of this inconspicuous old man with seven injuries.

He only felt that the flowers were getting more and more in front of him, and gradually he could only see a white expanse. He felt a wave of tiredness hit his head, and he wanted to sleep. Faintly, he seemed to feel that the old man with seven injuries was walking towards him, but he couldn't raise the spirit to deal with it anyway.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a clear roar from behind the crowd not far away, "The spiritual platform is clear and shining in all directions, and the soul is open." ”

The voice was loud and uplifting, and after hearing this, he suddenly felt that his consciousness was clear, and he opened his eyes sharply, just in time to see the old man with seven injuries waving his palm towards his head.

In a hurry, he no longer concealed his kung fu and resorted to a "solitary raft". (To be continued.) )