As soon as Ah Qing left, Yang Miaozhen came over: "Song Gongzi, it seems that you have a good relationship with Ah Qing." ”

Song Qingshu unexpectedly glanced at the heroic woman in front of him, and smiled slightly: "General." ”

Yang Miaozhen smiled, he was going to come to probe the mouth, who knew that he actually didn't leak, thought about Yang Miaozhen's eyes, and continued to probe: "I heard that after the battle just now, the odds of Miss A-Qing have plummeted, almost one to one, and the odds of these of us are almost a loss of dozens, it seems that this time the Golden Snake King is not a girl A-Qing."

"Really?" Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly called Zeng Rou on the side, "Rourou, go and take out the silver ticket in the box in my room and put it all on me." ”

"Huh?" Zeng Rou's mouth opened wide, "Full pressure?" "That's not a small amount.

"Of course, all pressure, such a good opportunity to make money is not made in vain. Song Qingshu hurriedly urged.

"Uh, okay. Zeng Rou left with a puzzled face, wondering if he should ask the Ninth Princess first, otherwise Brother Song would be impulsive, and the Ninth Princess would not be allowed to drink the northwest wind after him?

However, when Zhu Yujiao heard her words, her eyes also lit up, and she took out a delicate small box from the back room and stuffed it into Zeng Rou's hand: "This is some of the dowries I have saved over the years, you help me put it in, by the way, if you have private money, remember to invest it, there are not many good opportunities like this." ”

Seeing that the eyes of the ninth princess who admired in her heart bloomed with silver light, Zeng Rou was suddenly shaken into a messy wind......

"Song Gongzi is so sure that he can win?" Yang Miaozhen looked at him incredulously.

"It should be ......," Song Qingshu showed a shy smile, "It's okay." ”

Yang Miaozhen was puzzled all of a sudden, was he playing tricks or was he really confident? Is it to disturb my mind later?

"Since Song Gongzi said this, do you think that you will be able to win the little sister later?" Yang Miaozhen stared at his eyes tightly, trying to see something different.

"The fourth lady has excellent marksmanship, Song has always admired it very much, how can there be a reason to win. Song Qingshu said modestly.

Yang Miaozhen hated it so much, although Song Qingshu said it modestly, but that look almost said that you are not my opponent.

"I'll look good for you later!" Yang Miaozhen forcibly suppressed the depression in her heart and was about to leave, but suddenly found that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu Yujiao, who had been with Song Qingshu, were not there now, and couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "I don't know why Master Zhou and the Ninth Princess are not here?"

"They're going to have something to do for the time being. After speaking, Song Qingshu closed his mouth and refused to reveal a word.

"What could be more important than being by your husband's side at this time?"

Yang Miaozhen was even more puzzled, but she also understood that she couldn't hear anything valuable if she stayed any longer, turned around and walked a few steps, and suddenly stopped and said a ghostly sentence: "Now people in the rivers and lakes are talking about Song Gongzi's good fortune, and he can get the favor of two fairy-like girls, and the little sister is very curious about how Gongzi makes them like sisters?"

"Wouldn't the four ladies know that they became their sisters?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but joke.

"Phew!" Yang Miaozhen couldn't help but take a sip, in fact, a beautiful woman like her was mixed in the bandit group all day long, and she had to be teased by those men in various ways, but she has always been fierce, and she usually choked back directly, plus she has strong martial arts, but she has never suffered any losses.

It's a pity that now that she met a Song Qingshu whose skin was thicker than the city wall and whose martial arts were not under her, Yang Miaozhen found that she had nothing to do, so she had to stomp her feet and flee and turn away.

An hour's break passed quickly, and Huang Rong announced the official start of the third round of the competition, the first of which was Song Qingshu against Yang Miaozhen.

Yang Miaozhen stood upright in the corner of the ring, the spear in her hand was quietly clubbed on the ground, she could feel that her spirit had reached the peak, and her state was a little better than when she competed with Shi Potian before.

This time she didn't continue to approve the big red cloak, although this cloak can also be used as a weapon, but it is okay to deal with ordinary small soldiers, and to deal with a master of Song Qingshu's level, such a wide cloak can be said to be a fate.

Looking at the woman standing opposite the ring, Song Qingshu almost couldn't help but whistle, Yang Miaozhen was tall, without a cloak to block it, and her fiery figure was visible at a glance, as if a proud rouge horse was standing there, waiting for the destined knight to conquer it......

"Bah, bah, when has this been, still thinking about these haves and not!" Song Qingshu himself was a little disdainful of himself.

Yang Miaozhen's eyes lit up, she had already keenly noticed Song Qingshu's distraction at this moment, she scolded herself, grabbed the spear and waved it forward, and the stone slabs laid on the ring were brought up by an invisible force, and they smashed them all at Song Qingshu.

Looking at the stone slabs coming from the sky, Song Qingshu's eyes froze, and he didn't dodge, he stretched out his hands and pressed them forward, and those flying stone slabs seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and they were motionless in mid-air.

At this moment, the slate moved extremely quietly, and many people under the ring who were not strong enough were annoyed and disgusted when they saw it, and they were shocked, Song Qingshu's weight was like a light block, and it was impossible for a non-great grandmaster realm to do it.

Among them, the expressions of those who knew Song Qingshu were different, Yu Wanting and Wen Tailai, who had a deep hatred for him, had slightly pale faces, obviously hating and fearing in their hearts; Mu Wangfu and Wudang faction, who were friends with him, showed joy on their faces; Shaolin Chongyang, who had a holiday with him, had a solemn face......

Huang Rong glanced at the figure in the field, her eyes were extremely complicated, and she couldn't help but start thinking about a question, and she didn't know who was higher in martial arts between Brother Jing and him......

Thinking of the situation in the cave that night, Huang Rong sighed faintly and looked away unnaturally, but suddenly found that the daughter next to her was looking at the man with bright eyes, and couldn't help but be surprised: Fu'er obviously didn't deal with him, why did she look at him with such eyes?

There were all kinds of beings in the ring, but only a moment passed in the ring, and the stone slab that was still in mid-air shattered in the next second, and a brilliant pear flower spear bloomed, and Yang Miaozhen's entire body spiraled and stabbed towards Song Qingshu.

Yang Miaozhen's marksmanship was originally as fast as lightning, but now with the blessing of spiral strength, not only is the speed faster, but the power is also doubled, Song Qingshu did not dare to hit his front directly, his steps were shaky, and he avoided the past dangerously.

Yang Miaozhen seemed to have expected it, the spear in his hand sank down, and stabbed directly into the ring, with the help of the shock force from the earth, the whole body directly turned in a circle, and the two straight long legs stabbed at Song Qingshu's neck like a real pear flower spear-

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