From Feng Qingyun's method of activating the Nine Turns of the Cloud Dragon to holding the ghost monkey, it was just a breath of time.

Those businessmen outside the camp only felt as if they had seen a few afterimages like white smoke, and the next moment, the winner of this first game was decided?

Everyone was stunned for a moment!

It's all happening so fast, is it haunted?

Or is it that ghost monkey playing a match-fix?

In any case, these businessmen who saw the wind and steered the rudder suddenly felt that the bet they had placed was in danger of not being recovered, and they immediately shouted loudly.

All kinds of ugly shouts and insults began to reach the ears of the Qualers.

At this time, the ghost monkey had a sharp pain in his shoulder, his face was blue and white, and he gritted his teeth, knowing that he couldn't get rid of it, so he could only shake his hands and beg for mercy loudly:

"This little fairy, such a clever light body kung fu, my ghost monkey is willing to bow down, please let go of the young man." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone outside the camp quieted down.

Feng Qingyun didn't say much, still refused to let go, turned his head and smiled at Quale, and said:

"Young Sect Master, everyone has heard the words of this ghost monkey. I won the first game, and I laughed at the white python boots. ”

Qualer, who was sitting under the canopy, stood up, seeing that the ghost monkey reluctantly took off the white python boots on his feet and handed them to Feng Qingyun, and in extreme anger, he smashed the armrest of the chair with one hand.

But for the sake of face, he still had to maintain the expression on his face, and for a while, the whole face was stiff and terrible.

"Young Sect Master, this competition can't be blamed entirely on the ghost monkey, this kid is too treacherous, and he has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

In the previous competition, it was obvious that a set of phoenix-based light skills were used, but at that moment just now, a set of cloud-like weird light skills were used, which was unexpected, not to mention, I think the grade of the light skills is extremely high, and it is really much stronger than the ghost monkey. ”

Jia Lao, who was beside him, saw that the young sect master of Quale had a wrong look, and hurriedly said a few words of comfort.

"Don't worry, Jia Lao, I won't be angry with the ghost monkey, in the final analysis, his skills are not as good as others. It's just that this first battle was plotted by this little Taoist, and this second game must not be lost again, otherwise we would really capsize in the gutter. ”

Qualer values the old swordsman Jia beside him, not only for his superb swordsmanship, but also for his rich experience in the rivers and lakes, which can also listen to advice, but this heart uncontrollably rose a burst of worry.

"Young Sect Master, rest assured, since the right to choose the test method is in our hands, in the next battle, the old man has his own way to deal with his light skills. ”

As he spoke, Na Jia Lao turned his head to look at Feng Qingyun, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Then it's up to Jia Lao, you must win this game. As he spoke, Qualer could only suppress the chaos in his heart and sighed.

At this time, the ghost monkey was barefoot, listening to the bursts of boos and counts coming from outside the camp, and he was really ashamed and irritable.

On weekdays, he relied on his light achievements, and with the protection of the Bihu Sect, he was rampant and domineering around this water village, and he offended the guards and bosses of some caravans.

Today, in front of so many people, the shoes that lost are gone, and in the future, these people will not know how to spread their jokes on the rivers and lakes.

He only felt that he was embarrassed and thrown to his grandmother's house, and as soon as he returned to Young Master Quale, he knelt down without shame.

The qualle snorted, looked at him condescendingly, and ignored the monkey, and let him kneel, and hated his incompetence more and more.

If it weren't for the fact that in front of so many people, Young Master Ben would have slapped you to death with a slap in the face.

Seeing this situation, Jia Lao didn't dare to intercede for him, and sighed in his heart, ghost monkey, you ask for more blessings, then turned around and walked to the center of the camp, and said politely to Feng Qingyun:

"This little Dao immortal, light skills are really superb, he has such cultivation at a young age, dare to ask Gao's surname, which sect is a high disciple?"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, Feng Qingyun, a disciple of Shangqing Sect in Lingnan, is known as the embodiment of wisdom and chivalry in the rivers and lakes, the representative of chic and merry, a pear flower pressing a begonia, and the handsome and invincible Xiaodaojun is also. ”

Since Feng Qingyun's reincarnation, it was the first time that someone greeted him in such a pompous tone, and he was in high spirits for a while, and he opened his throat and blew nonsense, eager to let the people outside the camp hear it clearly.

Suddenly hearing such a shameless name, even an old man like Jia Lao couldn't help but be stunned on his face, and wondered when such a thing happened in this Jianghu.

But he still had to have a smile on his face, and said:

"This has been admired for a long time... I have heard a little, since Feng Shaoxia won the first competition with light skills, then let's change things for the second game, I think that since Feng Shaoxia can get a red sword divine weapon, he must also be a swordsman with superb swordsmanship, so how about we compare swordsmanship?"

Feng Qingyun squeezed out a faint smirk on his face, but he scolded in his heart.

This old thing, but he can speak, and he praised me so much, just to praise me flutteringly, and promised him to compare swordsmanship, really when I was young and foolish.

"Senior Jia, it's serious, this is a literary fight, not a fight against each other, this sword has no eyes, and it is inevitable that you will be injured when you really fight. Besides, you can't let each of us dance a set of swordsmanship, it can't tell the difference. ”

I thought in my heart that this old Jia must be very superb in swordsmanship, and he really only relies on swordsmanship, Feng Qingyun felt that he was still a little weak-hearted, so he naturally started Tai Chi with him between words.

"Hey... Feng Shaoxia is right, he said that he is good at fighting with Wendou, how can he fight, in fact, this swordsmanship also has a method of fighting with Wendou, let's draw a two-zhang circle on the ground, tie a sheep intestine bubble to each other, and fight each other with swordsmanship, as long as you puncture the opponent's sheep intestine bubble, even if you win. ”

Na Jia Lao drew a circle in the air with his finger and said.

As soon as these words came out, the discerning people present saw the trickiness in them.

The two-zhang wide circle is not as big as a room, and this move basically wiped out Feng Qingyun's light skills and fighting methods, forcing him to face the enemy head-on.

Tie a sheep gut bubble to each other, it seems like a sword fighting game, and they will not greet their bodies, but this kind of comparison is a winning situation for Jia Lao, who has studied swordsmanship for decades.

This old thing, what a deep calculation!

Before Feng Qingyun could reply, Tuerdan on the side was in a hurry, ran up and whispered:

"Little master, it can't be compared, this old Jia swordsmanship is like a god, he was quite famous in the land of Sichuan and Shaanxi in the early years, and later took refuge in the Bihu Sect, it is said that even the old sect master of the Bihu Sect, the light wheel swordsmanship can't beat him. ”

Feng Qingyun turned his head and rolled his eyes at Tuerdan, do you think I don't have a heart? You fool can see it, I can't see it with my eye strength, this old thing is cheating.

Jia Lao, who was at the other end, saw that Feng Qingyun bowed his head and was silent, and said excitedly:

"Feng Shaoxia is not afraid, if you feel that your swordsmanship is not very good, it is okay to admit defeat in this game, I think these friends from all over the world will not laugh at you. ”

Hearing this, the corners of Feng Qingyun's mouth raised an evil arc, deliberately pretending to be young and angry, stomping his feet hatefully, and shouting:

"Who said that they dare not compare! I just think this is more than a swordsmanship, and it's not archery, why do you draw a big circle more than two zhang wide, I think one zhang is enough, whoever is out of the circle loses. ”

Seeing that the treacherous plan had succeeded, Na Jia Lao smiled for a while, and said: "Hahaha, since Feng Shaoxia is so confident in himself, listen to Feng Shaoxia, come on, measure the length of a zhang in the center of the camp, and draw a circle!"

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Just as Tardanla, with a sad face, commanded his men to measure the distance and draw a circle with white stone powder.

That Feng Qingyun clasped his hands into fists, wandered around the edge of the camp, boasting to a group of businessmen, talking and laughing.

"All the big bosses from all over the world, did you just see my light skills that are unique in the world?"

"Remember that the martial arts of my Lingnan Shangqing Sect are authentic, and I have cultivated a strong and invincible character like me at a young age!"

"I have sealed Qingyun's handsome and invincible Xiaodaojun's name in the rivers and lakes, have you remembered it? When you go back to the south and the north to do business, you must praise it more. ”

"I have beaten the invincible opponents of the younger generation in Lingnan, and this time Miao Jiang will also make a name for himself, everyone will take a look!"

These businessmen, on the surface, talked and laughed, and politely accosted him, but in fact, they had already scolded their mothers angrily in their hearts.

We bought the handicap of the young sect master of Qual, and these hundreds, thousands of taels of silver were invested, and we thought that it would be a safe deal.

It's good for you to slap your face like this, and after a while, you won a game, and you came to show off with us.

I really hope that in your next competition, you will be poked to death directly by Old Swordsman Jia!

Seeing Feng Qingyun showing off on the side, promoting his name everywhere, Quale's eyes showed a trace of contempt, if he won a game, he didn't know how thick the sky was, Jia Lao's swordsmanship was that he couldn't resist himself, and you still dared to draw a circle that was only one zhang in size.

In this circle, there are two people standing in it, and you can poke the opponent's body by taking two steps casually with a sword, and you don't even have room to dodge and move, you little Taoist is simply looking for death.

Of course, Feng Qingyun wouldn't care about these thoughts, he already had his own calculations at this moment.

"You old thing, if you start a good fight with me, just rely on the Xiaocheng swordsmanship of the system, I am really a little false to you, when you can't find death by yourself, and draw a circle?

But it's about the master's plan to make a fortune, and I have to make sure that nothing goes wrong, it seems that this good thing can't be kept, and it has to be paid to pay off. ”

Thinking about it, when he turned his back to everyone, Feng Qingyun quietly reached out and took out an intermediate martial arts comprehension scroll, selected a technique in his mind, and gently triggered the effect of this prop.