Online game of short knife

Chapter 722 The Competition Begins

"Have you recorded it? If you have nothing to do, let it out and listen to it. Maybe you can save a lot of training effort." Wei Qingqing said.

I took a serious look at the camera wizard, and it is still in the recording state. If you can really experience the experience of listening to the piano, it will be awesome.

"It's all recorded."

"Let's try it later." Wei Qingqing said.

Nodding in serious agreement, he looked to the side, the princess, Mr. Huang, Yan Ruoxi, and Xiao Ying all had their eyes closed, their expressions fascinated, as if they were reminiscing about the sound of nature just now.

Sensing that Seriously was staring at him, the "white member outside" took a glance at Seriously, his real eyes were like knives, but as soon as he made eye contact, Seriously felt his heart tremble.

Seriously picked up the teacup and sipped quickly to cover up his uneasiness. The old eunuch's martial arts skills are so high, it can be seen that he seems to be completely unaffected by the sound of the piano.

After a long while, the audience burst into thunderous applause, and the sound of praise was endless.

"This song should only exist in the sky, it's rare to hear it in the world." Mr. Huang opened his eyes, and admired from the bottom of his heart, "To hear Master Wen Caiyue show off his piano skills is really a worthwhile trip."

"Are you thinking about Master Wen?" The princess's big eyes showed a sly look, "At that time, you will let her play whenever you want to listen to her performance."

"Your thoughts are so vulgar." Mr. Huang shook his head with a laugh.

Seriously listened silently, with a secret smile in his heart, even if he didn't care about Master Wen Caiyue, he could listen to it whenever he wanted.

"Tch! Men are always duplicity." The princess pouted her lips and said disapprovingly.

"That's a good sentence, I'll pass it on to your elder brother Lun later." Mr. Huang smiled.

"No!" The princess hurriedly stopped.

"Hahahaha!" Mr. Huang laughed triumphantly.

There was a thunderous roar in the courtyard.

"The opportunity to meet with Master Wen Caiyue is decided by my master!"

Following this roar, a figure flew out from the pavilion on the right, somersaulted three times in the air, covered a distance of several feet, and landed on the stone platform. It was a burly man named Zhuang Yong, with a lion nose and a wide mouth. , looks very fierce.

This silly X, really has strong limbs and a simple mind, doesn't he know how to hit the head with a gun?Seriously sneered in his heart, rushing forward in such a hurry, he still hasn't been beaten to death by others.

The rich middle-aged man who had appeared before had just stepped onto the stone platform with a look of embarrassment on his face. Before he came up to talk about the rules and announce the start of the martial arts competition, someone came on the stage, and he had no choice but to step aside resentfully.

"Who is that?" Mr. Huang turned to Bai Yuanwai and asked.

"Glorious King Kong Zhuang Yong, he's practiced kung fu all over his body, so he can see through it." Bai Yuanwai finally spoke, his voice was old but feminine.

Mr. Huang nodded. With the level of martial arts of "Bai Yuanwai", it is not easy to get a reasonable evaluation from him. Zhuang Yong's horizontal kung fu should be quite good.

Seriously looked towards the pavilion on the right, but saw a young man in brocade clothes leaning against the wooden railing with his forehead aching and sighing, he should be the one who recruited Zhuang Yong.

"I'll meet you!" A thin man slid down the stone platform.

Without waiting for Zhuang Yong's answer, he attacked. His body was very agile, and his legs were also very fast. His legs were like the wind, and he kicked more than a dozen kicks in an instant. Zhuang Yong didn't dodge or dodge. The shadows of the legs that kicked at many vital points were ignored and let the kicking beating, the big hand like a cattail fan stretched out, grabbed the hem of the man's clothes, and slapped him with the other hand.

With a crisp sound, the man's nose was slapped to the side, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he passed out.

Zhuang Yong threw him on the ground and laughed wildly, "Who else!"

Even after being hit hard, he didn't shake his body, but there were many footprints on his body.

A few more people entered the stage, and it was indeed as "Bai Yuanwai" said, this Zhuang Yong's horizontal training skills are very good, the sword is hard to hurt, the few people who went up did not hurt him at all, they just messed up his clothes It was tattered, attacking his eyes. Zhuang Yong closed his eyes and slapped him. He has a strong body, but his strikes are surprisingly fast. He can't break the defense, and the person caught by his slap But it was very hard, and I don't know how many bones were broken.

A Wudang player who knows how to stretch palms also ran up to challenge, but it also didn't end well. Zhuang Yong's horizontal kung fu practice seemed to have cultivated his inner organs, and he was slapped several times without incident.

Seriously, there are many ways to deal with him, but I haven't planned to make a move so quickly. If I want to win the championship, I just need to defeat the last one.

A figure flashed, and a person appeared on the field. It was a player in a brown suit. This person was serious, but he knew him. He was the newly acquainted running tauren. He didn't wear the official uniform today.

How could he, a member of the six doors, come and get involved, which made Seriously a little bit astonished.

Zhuang Yong still played the old way, let the opponent attack first, and then counterattack unexpectedly. The running Tauren flew like a crutch, and in the blink of an eye, Zhuang Yong was hit several times on the chest and abdomen, but this time Zhuang Yong did not fight back. , a strange look appeared on his face, he fell straight on his back, stiff on the ground, motionless, his eyes widened, his face full of horror.

"This man's kung fu is not bad." Mr. Huang said with a smile.

"The meridian-cutting stick method, Zhuang Yong made a big mistake in allowing him to attack." Bai Yuanwai said coldly.

"Why did you come here?" Seriously sent a voice transmission to enter the secret.

"I'm here to earn extra money. I finished my daily routine today. It just so happened that the young master of Shaoqing's family in Dali Temple issued a mission to find a thug. I'll follow along. Are you too?" The running tauren looked around with a smile, and saw Seriously on the balcony of the middle pavilion, he raised his diamond iron crutch and waved it.

"End of the competition so early, if you will be challenged by others in turn, you will not have the strength to withstand it." Seriously.

"I didn't intend to win the first prize. Every win counts as money. If Mr. Jiang didn't let me play so quickly, I would have already played." The running tauren replied.

Seriously stunned, why the task I took was not such a good thing, the princess only let herself win the championship, and treated differently.

While speaking, another NPC jumped onto the stone platform to challenge, and the running tauren rushed up waving the diamond crutches. After a few moves, the NPC was knocked to the ground.

The running tauren has won several games in a row. Both players and NPCs have it. Seriously, you can clearly see that the running tauren's stick technique has several special effects, such as dizziness, paralysis, slowness, depression, and iron crutches are originally unique weapons. , and his stick technique is very peculiar, making it impossible to guard against.

A figure flitted out like a ghost, and floated onto the stage. The person who came was a middle-aged NPC. His face was powdered, pale as paper, and the femininity between his brows was evident.

　Thanks to the book friends for looking at her and thinking about her, fighting freely and freely, and dichlorvos for their love~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)