Chapter 398: A Mess (1)
The young man shook his head and said, "No. All things are born to restrain each other, although these drugs are highly toxic, put together, the toxicity dissolves each other, but it becomes non-toxic, brother Tai does not have to worry. β
The fat black man said: "I don't need your elixir, I still slaughtered this despicable villain, get out of the way." Just as he was about to bypass, the young man sent the pill to his mouth and persuaded: "The medicine is bitter, so brother Tai should take it." β
The fat black man closed his mouth tightly, his face was angry, and he waved his palm to push the young man away, and the young man was a few feet behind him, shouting: "Brother Tai must not be moved, your ancestors are in my hands." He reached into his arms, took out a folded paper ball, and shook it.
The fat black man said angrily: "Fart, how can my ancestors be in your hands?"
The young man said, "Don't you believe it?" He unfolded the paper ball.
Everyone in the audience was curious, and they all looked at it, but they saw a turtle the size of a basin painted on the big rice paper, probing the brain, and looking naΓ―ve. Everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter, and the Marquis of Jinzhou and other high-ranking officials and nobles laughed even more heartily.
Wei Wensheng frowned, turned his head sideways and said to the ghost: "This young man is weird, staring at him." The ghost replied with a sad voice.
The drill mountain rat sneered coldly: "Black pig, I only said that you are a descendant of a wild boar, but I didn't expect that there is also the inheritance of Wang Ba, no wonder I still dare not marry a wife." β
The fat black man roared, pounced in front of the young man, and grabbed it with both hands. The young man didn't seem to expect him to attack violently, and with a bang, he was firmly choked by the opponent's iron hoop hands. The fat black man turned, bent over and bent his legs, and an over-the-shoulder throw threw the young man to the ground.
Many of the heroes exclaimed, thinking that the thick figure of this fat black man was very inconsistent with his agile movements. Although Lu Xiaoyuan saw that the over-the-shoulder fall was not light, he was not worried about the young man, he vaguely felt that the young man would not have an accident.
Sure enough, the young man's back was not yet close to the ground, and he supported it on the ground with one hand, and flew out lightly, stepped on the field with both feet, raised his body, and stood up steadily. He arched his hand and said, "I have convinced you, and I will not accompany you." He turned and ran into his seat.
The black fat man was still angry and wanted to arrest him, but the referee said: "The personal grudge between the two, I'll talk about it later, the hero has delayed a lot of time, please hurry up and compete." β
The fat black man snorted, turned to the drill mouse, and shouted, "Lao Tzu killed you!"
The burrower leaped nimbly, and the steel cone thrust towards the black fat man's head. This time the force was not light, and the fat black man also knew that his steel cone was a sharp weapon, so he did not resist, but jumped backwards.
With a snort, the earth and rocks flew, the steel cone was inserted into the ground, and the energy attached to the cone collapsed in an instant, shaking out a hole in the field, and the body of the drill rat was submerged in it, and the black fat man punched out, and a ball of black gas rushed into the hole, making a muffled sound, but the drill rat jumped out.
He had known each other for a long time, and the two sides knew each other's routines, so they rushed forward at the moment, and as soon as their bodies moved away, the Drill Rat broke out of the ground from where he was standing, and saw the black fat man attacking with his fist, and once again submerged in the hole.
His name is the Drill Mouse, and his earth-walking skills are really exquisite, but seeing his sturdy figure flashing around on the field, rubble flying, no one can guess where his next direction is.
The black fat man's body was not as good as his opponent's, and he didn't take the initiative, so he gradually fell into a disadvantage, and was almost hit by a steel cone a few times.
Everyone thought that it was only a matter of time before the drill rat won, but they didn't know that the black fat man drew a circle with his arms, and his body was wrapped in a cloud of purple and black gas.
About half a pillar of incense passed, the field was covered with purple gas, and there were dozens of them at the entrance of the cave, which was a mess. At this time, everyone found that the movement of the drill rat was much slower, and it was expected that it was caused by the poisonous gas of the black fat man.
The referee had long since withdrawn from the field of play to avoid being gassed.
"Bang", the drill rat attacked from the right side of the black fat man, the black fat man dodged to avoid, and then there was a move "wind blade", the blue air blade quickly cut out, the drill rat couldn't dodge, was cut by the air blade, and fell to the ground.
The fat black man let out a strange roar, and his fat sleeves suddenly burst, revealing two strange arms. The burrower called him "Scissorhands", and everyone did not know the origin of this name, but when they saw his arm, it became clear: he had a long blade-like limb on each wrist, attached to the forearm, and with a flick of both arms, the long limb made a 180-degree turn, and stretched out to the front of the hand.
The scissorhands staggered their arms, and their two long limbs were placed on the shoulders of the mouse, like a pair of scissors, and with a slight twist of his arms, the mouse's neck was cut.
The referee shouted, "Don't hurt anyone!" took out three wishful rings, and was about to throw them out, but saw the drill rat leaning back, the scissors were wrenched, he sent the steel cone forward, stabbed into the lower abdomen of the scissorhands, and blood gushed out.
Scissorhands roared angrily and slashed down, but was dodged by Scissorhands, and he could no longer support it and fell to his knees.
The drill rat wiped the blood from the steel cone and sneered, "I said a long time ago, you stupid pig is so stupid that you are no match for me at all. We have been friends for many years, and your foundation has been clearly touched by me, but you may not know all about my attainments in poison skills, otherwise you wouldn't be naΓ―ve to think that poison traces can help me, haha. β
When he was proud, his smile suddenly froze on his face, his body shook twice, trying to stabilize, but his mind was white, his mind was blurred, and his body shook even more.
Everyone said in their hearts: "It seems that the poisonous cultivation of these two people is half a catty and eight taels, although the drill mountain rat can temporarily resist the opponent's poisonous gas, it still can't support it after a long time." β
The scissorhands were furious, and their long limbs were like arrows off the string, piercing into the lower abdomen of the drill mouse, and then stabbing out from the back, he hissed and laughed, and his arm turned, and the intestines of the drill rat were stirred with severe pain, and his eyes rolled and he fell to the ground.
Seeing that there was a lot of trouble, everyone looked at each other and talked about it. Wei Wensheng frowned and said: "Scissorhands kill people, according to the rules of the competition, they will not be hired for life." He summoned two doctors and said, "Heal his wounds, and then drive him out of the city." β
A hook-nosed official said disdainfully: "Why save this murderer? Just throw him outside the city and leave him to fend for himself." β
Wei Wensheng ignored him. He also felt that wasting medicine for a useless reckless man was a bit worthless, after all, he couldn't be too cold-blooded in front of many martial artists who came to vote.
At this time, it was equivalent to an ownerless Holy Grail, and the white-clothed Xiushi flew in, sat on the chair, and glanced at Lu Xiaoyuan, with a provocative meaning.