After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 300 Amazing Odds

  The emotions of the audience were suddenly mobilized again.

  The thin man was even busier, but he still had time to ask Sun Fuling: "Do you want to place a bet?"

  He Lingchuan quickly winked at him, but before it was too late, Sun Fuling took out another tael of silver: "Vote!"

  She still has high odds.

   "Grandma, this guy looks less reliable than a wild boar!" Why are you still betting? He Lingchuan pressed the back of her hand, "Do you want to think about it again?"

   "I know." Sun Fuling blinked, "So I only invested one or two silver this time."

   "..."

  She smiled with crooked eyebrows: "It's a little gambling, it's okay."

   Half an hour later.

  Sun Fuling grabbed He Lingchuan's arm, dejectedly: "My money..." wasted.

  He Lingchuan laughed: "One tael of silver can buy hundreds of buns."

   As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Sun Fuling's hands became stronger, from pulling to pinching.

  Smart people will not say “I told you so” at this time, but say: “Forget it, Monsanto will be punished sooner or later.”

   "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, and it's better to be in the present sooner or later." Suddenly another voice answered, He Lingchuan turned his head and saw that it was Xiao Maoliang!

  Hu Min laughed in surprise: "Boss, why did you come here!"

   "The meeting has been going on until now, and I almost missed the show." Xiao Maoliang looked at the ring No. 7, "Is Meng San guarding the ring today?"

   "Yeah, this fellow has already beaten four people." Hu Min shook his head, "I think today's ring 7 will end early."

   Ring No. 7 is an open ring, and the common people can also watch the whole process. As an entertainment program that people love to hear and see, No. 7 Competition is held one day a week, and it may be added depending on the situation.

  There are not many entertainment activities in the city, and Xiao Maoliang doesn't want to miss this kind of fun.

   If no one goes up to challenge Monsanto, and the gap period exceeds half an hour, even if Mengshan succeeds in defending the ring, today's No. 7 ring event will end.

  The thin man came over, bowed his head and greeted Xiao Maoliang. He is still a patrol, and of course he is respectful to the generals of the Gale Army. But he also felt that it was a pity: "It will be good for the two of us to go up again." I haven't made enough money today.

  Xiao Maoliang smiled at He Lingchuan.

  He is usually unsmiling, but He Lingchuan's heart suddenly becomes tense. Why is Commander Xiao smiling at me?

   "Duan Dao, do you want to go up?"

   "Me?" He Lingchuan pointed to his nose, "Now?"

   "You have challenged Meng Shan six or seven times, and you are also the opponent he does not want to meet." After Xiao Maoliang said this, He Lingchuan touched his nose. In fact, Mr. Xiao wanted to say that he is an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, right?

   "I've seen your battles twice, and it's not like you have no chance of winning." Xiao Maoliang pointed to the stage, "Today is a rare opportunity, do you want to try?"

  The two Gale soldiers following behind him also participated in the Battle of the River Valley, and they all recognized He Lingchuan, and had also fought against Meng San. At this time, they all responded: "Yes, yes, break the knife and give us some relief!"

   "Let this fat man know what it means to be someone other than someone else!"

  The thin man's eyes lit up, and he nodded like pounding rice: "You have to get it, and you have a very high odds for breaking the knife. This time I will definitely bet on you!"

  He Lingchuan gave him a blank stare, is this his teammate?

   In the past, when you fought against Meng San in the South Courtyard, you wouldn’t be ashamed if you lost. Anyway, the audience is all Lianjiazi; but this stage is full of civilians.

  Xiao Maoliang patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder: "Practice martial arts for a thousand days, for what? This will always happen."

  Sun Fuling had been listening, and suddenly said: "If you go up to fight, I will bet a year's salary on you."

  Her almond eyes are very bright and bright, showing vitality.

  He Lingchuan looked into her eyes, and suddenly he didn't have so many worries, maybe Xiao Maoliang's words hit his heart.

  He looked at Sun Fuling and said, "I have a condition. If you agree, I will go up and compete."

  Sun Fuling did not hesitate: "Say it!"

  He Lingchuan exhaled, and suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered: "Whether you win or lose, you have to kiss me."

  There was so much noise that almost no one could overhear.

  Sun Fuling's eyes froze.

  But after He Lingchuan said this, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

   I don't know why I mentioned it so smoothly, but I didn't think much of it, so I hit a wall now.

   "That's all, just treat me as nonsense, this condition doesn't count." He waved his hand, "I'm going up."

  Unexpectedly, Sun Fuling suddenly stretched out a fist at him: "Okay, I agree. But you have to win!"

  He Lingchuan was overjoyed, stretched out his fist and touched her lightly: "It's a deal."

  Meng San walked to the corner of the ring, opened his mouth and yawned.

   If no one comes up for a quarter of an hour, another quarter of an hour will count as a successful defense.

   Boring, very boring!

  He was bored here, when suddenly someone jumped up from under the stage.

   Applause broke out all around, cheering for those who are not afraid of death. All those who were beaten down by Meng San were seriously injured, only one breath away from death. Under such circumstances, there are still people who dare to come up, and this courage alone is worthy of applause.

  Monsanto is also sneering:

  Okay, wait for grandpa to see which kid eats Xiong Xinbao and dares to come up to give it...Huh?

Hey?

  how?

  Meng San's face sank, because the person who came up greeted him very familiarly: "Hey, Meng San, we haven't seen for half a month!"

  Break the knife!

   "Are you going to die at this time?" Did this kid pester him seven or eight times? Although he was beaten off every time, Meng San knew in his heart that Duan Dao was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

  The last time he defeated him, Meng San himself was injured, so he simply went home and recuperated for a long time.

  In the huge Panlong City, the last person Meng San wants to see, except for the Red General, is this brown candy-like guy in front of him.

   "I made a bet, and I must win the money back." He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him, "Please."

  Even if he was prepared, when he stood on the seventh ring and faced thousands of enthusiastic audiences, that enthusiasm turned into an overwhelming pressure!

  Thousands of people look at, criticize, and anger all can converge into a real aura.

  He had read in a book before that there was a handsome man who was surrounded by crowds when he went out. Once there were too many people who watched him, and he was directly watched to death. Hmm... What's the name of that weak boy? unimportant.

  He Lingchuan only took that as a joke before, but now he can't laugh.

   If you lose in the No. 7 arena, you will be ashamed and thrown in front of the people of the city, and it may become a topic of conversation and jokes for uncles and aunts in the next half month.

  The pressure is so great.

  He secretly took a deep breath.

  I have walked back and forth on the line of life and death for countless times, are you still afraid of this excitement? Xiao Maoliang was right, sooner or later this would happen.

  Meng San snorted, walked to the weapon rack, picked out a four-foot-long mace with wooden spikes, and a round hand shield.

  People who are familiar with his combat methods all gasped, Monsan doesn't pick heavy weapons anymore?

  Xiao Maoliang wondered: "This guy is quite smart." It doesn't match the appearance.

  The thin man smiled and said: "He has suffered under Duan Dao's hands, so he doesn't intend to use brute force blindly."

  He Lingchuan also walked to the weapon rack, reached out and took off a wooden knife, weighed it, and inspected it carefully. Well, the portion was ok and there were no cracks.

  Even in the No. 7 ring, the quality of weapons is as bad as ever. Fortunately, the material of the wooden knife was not bad, otherwise he was really afraid that it would be broken after two chops.

  Both of them were wearing light leather armor, but against the size and strength of Monsanto, the wooden knife might not be able to break through the defense at all, and might even explode into sawdust.

  The two sides have already played six or seven games, and they know the basics, so there is no need to try it out.

  Usually no one dares to take his attack head-on, and most of them will retreat vertically. Then his foot shaking the ground can make the opponent's foothold unstable.

   As long as He Lingchuan shows a slight flaw, the hand shield will hit it.

  Although this kind of shield is not as heavy as a mountain shield, it is still effective when used to smash people.

  However, He Lingchuan is familiar with his ways and is absolutely unwilling to suffer this loss. When the mace was swung down, he did not retreat but advanced, suddenly accelerated, and slammed into Meng Shan's arms with a knife!

   This style is light, nimble and quick, and it is called "Nuyan throwing forest" in Yanhui body method. The bystanders saw an afterimage passing by, and the blade of the wooden knife directly stabbed Meng Shan in the belly!

   This move was extremely risky, if he was half a second slower, Meng San's big stick would hit him directly on the forehead.

  Xiao Maoliang in the audience let out a "Huh", a little surprised.

  He once fought head-on with Meng San in the Xihe Valley, and he knew that when he started to move, there was a strong aura around his body, which could pull or slow down the opponent's actions. This was also a magic weapon for Meng San to deal with dexterous enemies.

Agile and nimble opponents are mostly thin and small, and they are easily led away by him. Not only the original attack is greatly reduced, but even the movement of the body will be deformed. At that time, Meng San will let the opponent know what it means to be overwhelmed by a mountain .

  But He Lingchuan knows his tricks too well, after all, it is a lesson paid for in blood.

However, no matter how strong the aura is, there will be fluctuations. He practiced swords in the waves today, and felt the impermanence of the water but the tangible mood. At this time, he keenly felt the fluctuation of Meng Shan's aura. There is always a vacuum gap that can be used. He Just cut in from the edge.

  He Lingchuan's strikes were precise, and he also targeted the opponent's diaphragm, trying to make Meng San feel the pain of the wild boar.

  Meng San was exhaling and drinking heavily, his belly was bulging, and he was so uncomfortable that he was thrown upside down by the poke, but his horse stepped steadily, and he didn't even take a step back.

  However, He Lingchuan didn't succeed. The opponent's belly was swollen like a balloon, and it was hard to tell whether it was true energy or fat inside.

  At this time, he missed the Fusheng Dao so much, Meng San's fat body would definitely not be able to hold the sharp point of the knife.

  It's a pity that this is a dream arena, he can't even use Ghost Shadow Cicada Slough—

too expensive!

  However, almost no one noticed that the head of the knife spit out a foot-long gas.

  Monsanto backhand is a hug.

  His strength is stronger than that of a wild boar. If He Lingchuan is hugged firmly, Huang can be squeezed out. He has seen Monsanto break someone's spine alive.

  (end of this chapter)