Everyone was undecided, and suddenly heard the blades intersecting, "dangdang" sounded, everyone turned their heads, and saw He Baoting holding a long sword in his hand, and he was already fighting with Neng. He Zhentian, Master Ming Jing, and all the heroes were concerned about He Baoting's safety and watched the fight.

It turned out that He Baoting could speak disrespectfully and directly denounce himself as a milky child, and this was heard in his sweetheart's ears, how could he lose face? Not to mention that he saw him compete with Xuankong, Xuankong had always been humble, and when he suddenly exerted force, he couldn't resist it. I thought that although he defeated Qingxu, it seemed that Qingxu's kung fu was really not good, but it was not this person's ability, and he thought that he had obtained the true inheritance of his father's martial arts, and if he worked hard, he might not be defeated. It doesn't matter if he wants to compete in one game or several, it is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, holding a sword in his hand, and stabbing it out on the ground.

But no matter how good He Zhentian's kung fu is, He Baoting has not learned a few percent. Although He Baoting has good qualifications, he has been pampered since he was a child, and how much can he learn in just a few years?

Seeing He Baoting's long sword stabbed, he held his left index finger upward, grabbed the plane blade, and waved the knife diagonally, blocking the waist and hitting the blade, "Zheng" sounded, fortunately, it was a sword, although it was not broken into two, but it also shocked He Baoting's tiger mouth numb.

He Baoting was shocked, hurriedly jumped away, and stabbed his back sword straight into the vest, telling him not to pursue. Nengzhi had already expected this move, and he didn't turn his head, and the knife turned around, and he made do with the two strokes, just on the back of the sword, and his wrist turned twice. He Baoting only felt a strong force pressing towards him, if the long sword in his hand wanted to turn along the ring knife, the shoulder bone had to be dislocated, so he had to let go of the sword and jump backwards, but when he saw the long sword flying straight up, the sword light flashed a few times in the candlelight in mid-air, and then it fell.

He Baoting was shocked and angry, although he was bare-handed, he was not afraid, his left palm was in the air, and he had to fight hand-to-hand with him when he opened the fight.

I could squint and see He Zhentian's solemn expression, but I didn't dare to hurt He Baoting, and said in my heart: "It's enough to win here, don't be bored." Although he is not afraid of He Zhentian, he is the master here after all, as the saying goes, the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, just accept it when you see it, laugh at the moment, and arch your hand: "Little brother, please go back, let's only win and lose, not fight for life and death." "It's a lot more polite.

He Baoting's face was shy, and he expected to fight with him empty-handed, but most of the time he would lose even worse, so he had to retreat to the side dejectedly, but he didn't come to his sweetheart. The girl who returned to the martial arts hall with He Baoting hurriedly walked over and said softly: "Brother Ting" He Baoting felt even more ashamed when he saw her coming, and shouted at Nengzhi: "Let's come again!" He Zhentian shouted: "Bao'er, don't mess around!" He Baoting was most afraid of his father, so he had to take a few steps back and look at Nengzhi angrily. Noh nodded with a smile. He Baoting glared at him and turned his head away from him. The girl came over to comfort a few words, he was afraid of the girl's shame, but at this time, he saw that she was wholeheartedly protective, which showed affection, and he felt very comforted in his heart.

Neng Zhi said with a smile: "This competition, naturally, doesn't count." Who wins and who loses, that's not a game, I don't know if anyone present still has someone to teach. In the silence of everyone, Mei Yingsong swung his bamboo stick, strode to the middle, and said: "Under is Mei Yingsong, the deputy leader of the beggar gang, and he can't learn one percent of the dog stick method, so he shouldn't have used it." It's just that you're going to have to taste the taste of beating the dog stick, so I'll hit you a few times. Although Mei Yingsong is the deputy leader of the beggar gang, and he has also been taught a few tricks by the gang leader to beat the dog, he is not a first-class master, and he can sit on the deputy leader of the beggar gang because of the morality and deep connections in the rivers and lakes. Now although the dog-beating stick method has only learned a few tricks, but it has a lot of power, seeing that it can be held less than thirty years old, it is expected that he may not be so deep, he knows that the bitter wisdom and martial arts are strong, and it is difficult for him to win, but this little monk, he may still be able to fight.

At the beginning, he was only afraid of Xuankong alone, and others were not afraid, so he immediately hugged his fists and bowed, and said: "Gang Master Mei, I am fortunate to be lucky." I couldn't have asked you for advice. He Zhentian and the others were secretly anxious for Mei Yingsong, and it was a last resort for him to fight, but whether he could win or not was not the bottom, so he had to let him fight for a while.

At this time, it was getting late, and Ding, the housekeeper and conductor in the Dewei Martial Arts Pavilion, set up four tables in the four corners of the courtyard, which were filled with red candles, shining brightly, like day.

Neng Zhi shouted: "Please!" As soon as the two words came out, the ring knife waved, and a strong wind rushed towards Mei Yingsong, and his left palm followed, and there was a slight fragrance in the wind. Mei Yingsong knew that he had poison in his palm, for fear that the wind would also be poisonous, so he was busy avoiding the crosswind. Can swing a knife out, followed by three sounds of "swish", "swish" and "swish", shaking the wrist, and stabbing the enemy with the knife. Mei Yingsong's bamboo stick was raised, but she ignored his point, and used the word "entanglement" to stumble and pick up. This dog-beating stick method is really ingenious and abnormal, castration is all in the place where others are unexpected, and he can avoid it with a light jump, but he knows that the bamboo stick suddenly flipped, and it has hit his shins. He stumbled and jumped three steps so that he would not fall. The onlookers cheered in unison and shouted: "Hit the dog!" "Let you see how powerful the dog beating stick method is!"

At this setback, Neng's face turned red when he was on the board, he turned around lightly, and struck out with a wave of his left hand. Mei Yingsong flew up with his left foot, the bamboo stick swept, and the shadow of the stick flew when he landed, changing uncertainly. Neng Zhi was secretly frightened: "The dog-beating stick method really deserves its name! This stinky beggar is more powerful than the old Taoist priest!" After all, Mei Yingsong's stick method has not been fully learned, and it has been successful several times, but it has always fallen short. He Zhentian and Mingjing watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but scream: "It's a pity!"

After more than ten moves, the flaws in Mei Yingsong's stick method are getting bigger and bigger. He Zhentian saw every move clearly, and couldn't help frowning secretly. Fortunately, the dog-beating stick method took the lead, and hit the opponent's shin as soon as he shot, so he could be jealous and didn't dare to approach too much, otherwise Mei Yingsong would have been defeated. Mingjing saw that the situation was not good, and was about to remind him, when Mei Yingsong suddenly shook the bamboo stick, and hit the right cheek of the collet with his chuck. But this stick makes it too heavy, lost the lightness, can hold the shyness and pain, reach out and take it urgently, has grabbed the bamboo stick in his hand, no longer have any worries at the moment, Teng's palm, right in Mei Yingsong's chest, followed by a sweep of a leg, "click", Mei Yingsong's foot bone has been broken, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell straight forward. Can hold the intention to fight again, a palm slapped out, the heroes exclaimed, but only heard the sound of "pop", the palms intersected, can hold only a strong attack, the chest was depressed, flew backwards and fell at the feet of Kuzhi, spitting blood from the mouth. Everyone saw that it was none other than Pang Yunshu of the Snow Mountain Sect who saved people.

This time it was obvious that he was not able to hold it lightly, and while cheering, the heroes couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect Pang Yunshu's martial arts to be so strong." Some people who knew him said: "No wonder he is the best among the second-generation disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect, 'Walking on Snow Without a Trace' is really powerful." Some simply shouted: "We won this one!" "The leader of the martial arts alliance is a master of the Great Song Dynasty!" "Tartar lackeys, get out of here, don't come to the Central Plains!"

Seeing that his apprentice was defeated in the hands of Pang Yunshu in an instant, and he had no power to fight back, Ku Zhi was shocked and frightened in his heart, but his face was silent, his eyes were round, and he shouted: "Snow Mountain Sect, what are you doing!"

Pang Yunshu took a step forward, clasped his hands into fists and said: "It's not that I mean to do it, it's really that the situation is critical, and the disciples want to hurt people first, and they are eager to save people's hearts, so it is inevitable that they will shoot hard." ”

Ku Zhi saw that what he said was reasonable and well-founded, and he was indeed able to hurt people first, but he was choked up and speechless for a while. But when I turned my head and looked at Nengzhi lying behind, I saw that Nengzhi was extremely painful, and my heart was not good. Although he didn't say a word of concern, just because he cared about the face of a generation of grandmasters, after all, he loved his disciples and thought about how to avenge Nengzhi. What's more, the purpose of his trip is to subdue Jiangnan Martial Arts, so the two things are added together, "Huo" took a step, and the Demon Zen Staff slammed it to the ground, "Bang Dang" A loud sound, pointing at Pang Yunshu and said: "In this way, today's Snow Mountain Sect is going to be strong for Jiangnan Martial Arts?" Pang Yunshu said: "The contempt faction has a long relationship with Jiangnan Martial Arts, and everyone has the same hatred for the enemy, this is my business." Kuzhi said: "So, then please." As he spoke, he took another step forward. Only after a closer look did everyone understand that it turned out that his Zen staff had concave the ground by half a foot deep.