In the audience, Du Fantian saw the key. Master Fang Jing behind him smiled slightly and remained silent.
Xia Liyuan was a little curious and turned his head to ask Master Fang Jing behind Du Fantian, "This bull's dash is a bit like the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt of Shaolin Temple? Although it has not been refined to perfection, this kind of
He's not a disciple of the sect, but he's already very good. If both sides don't use swords, this battle will be a tough one!"
Master Fang Jing smiled, "I was lucky enough to teach General Niu a few tricks back then... But that was all a long time ago..."
Xia Lishuang looked at Wen Ranran's martial arts skills and couldn't help but curl her lips.
"Don't worry, she won't be defeated that easily. Although the opponent's martial arts are domineering and fierce, they are not dexterous enough. As long as the opponent is exhausted, there will be a chance!"
Xia Liyuan was stunned and suddenly couldn't figure out Wen Ranran.
Of course he knew that Wen Ranran studied under Wang Shujun and was good at martial arts. Wang Shujun told him more than once that Wen Sheng's talent and perseverance were as good as his own, or even better than his own.
But now it seems that what Wen Ranran used was not Wang Shujun's martial arts, but also mixed with some other techniques. The moves were weird but frequent, and there was no feeling of exhaustion at all.
One word, weird!
It was only then that Xia Liyuan suddenly felt that Wen Ranran seemed a bit strange. He had always regarded protecting her as his own duty, and wanted to focus on snatching her back from Xia Lishuang and protecting her for the rest of his life.
But now...looking at Wen Ranran heading south, with such a vivid and clear appearance, Xia Liyuan suddenly felt that his previous thoughts were wrong.
Because, it seems that I have never really understood the other person.
My mind was in chaos, but in this chaos, two voices were fighting with each other.
Vaguely, Xia Liyuan only realized one thing. If Wen Ranran liked him, it seemed that he would never be able to make her so fresh and bright...
This realization made Xia Liyuan a little depressed.
The competition on the stage is still going on. Wen Ranran performs Qinggong, which does not consume a lot of energy. On the other hand, Niu Daben, because the punches are carried with strong wind, but the punches fail. Under Wen Ranran's teasing, his physical strength is gradually exhausted.
stand up.
In fact, the opponent's physical strength should not be depleted so quickly, but as he gets older...aging and slow reaction are inevitable.
Wen Ranran sighed and looked at the opponent's condition. He suddenly exerted his strength, flipped the dagger in his hand, and quickly struck the opponent's elbow and the numb areas in his waist and legs with the handle.
Hearing a loud bang, Niu Daben, who had lost his fighting ability due to paralysis, suddenly gasped for air and knelt down on one knee, already covered in cold sweat.
"General Niu, should we still fight?" Wen Ranran put away the dagger and said with a smile.
Niu Daben suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Ranran's smiling expression, unable to say a word.
The current situation in front of him told him that this little girl had already won. If she had held an edged weapon in her hand just now, he would have broken several tendons.
How did such a little girl, who looked like she was in her early twenties,... come up with such weird steps?
Niu Daben still felt incredible, but he could only smile bitterly.
"Your Highness the Saint is amazing! I lost!"
"The first game! The Light Sect and the Saint of Dark Smoke win!"
As Qiu Nan's rough voice fell, Wen Ranran smiled. The heart that had been lifted just now did not let go as the game ended.