"Lord Qi, the second senior brother is our senior brother's second junior brother."
"Well……"
Saying this means not saying it yet.
Just when Qi Yu was about to abandon this illogical topic, he suddenly heard the young man's voice change and he said proudly: "Second senior brother is not only the senior brother's junior brother, but also his biological brother."
Why did it involve the senior brother again?
"Who is your senior brother?"
"He is a great hero in our Qiongzhou army! A great hero."
What? A hero in the government army?
Who is he?
Upon hearing this, Qi Yu's curiosity was immediately aroused.
"Our senior brother does not have a decent name, he only has a nickname that is very affectionate, and it is called Da Gou Sheng!"
"Big dog leftover? Oh..."
Suddenly, Qi Yu suddenly recalled a past event.
I remember that during the Sarawak landing battle in the early days of the Nanyang War, Xiaotong brought a trustworthy confidant. Later, he died heroically when detonating the gunpowder magazine, and this person's name was surprisingly Da Gou Sheng.
Unexpectedly, he actually has a younger brother living in Qiongzhou.
The brothers and sisters of martyrs must be treated kindly.
For this reason, Qi Yu specifically inquired about the relevant details of this 'second senior brother'.
The young man told him that the second senior brother's nickname was Xiaoxiaosheng. Later, Miss Qi thought that this name was too indecent and might affect his future marriage, so she gave him the surname "Qi" and his first name was "Qi".
It's Qingyun.
Qi Qingyun?
Although this name is pretty decent, it sounds easy to pronounce.
good!
The young man also said that Qi Qingyun's martial arts skills were partly inherited from the eldest lady. Coupled with his continuous hard training in recent years, he had barely become a master.
Master?
What is the evidence?
He said that in the competition between him and Master Huang Fei last year, he could perform a hundred moves without falling behind, which shows that his martial arts attainments are high.
"Not bad. He can actually catch Brother Huang's hundreds of moves. It's not an exaggeration to say it as a master. With him leading this competition, it should be the same..."
After understanding the details, Qi Yu dismissed the young man.
Turning around, he said to Yu Hai who was listening: "Master Yu, what do you think our chances of winning are in this competition?"
The latter replied with a wry smile: "Yu is a civil servant, how can he know the rules of martial arts?"
That's true!
Isn't this the case for me?
Every other line is like a mountain!
I have always advocated not fighting uncertain battles, but this time, I am afraid that I will have to take a gamble as if it were fate!
The two laughed at themselves for a while, then rode on again, heading towards the east of the city.
On the way, I met a lot of people watching the excitement, and the closer I got to the ring area, the busier the crowd became.
In the end, the two had to dismount their horses to avoid bumping into the people passing by.
In order to keep a low profile, Qi Yu specially bought a sun hat and put it on his head to avoid being recognized and causing unexpected commotion.
If something is good from above, it will be followed by everyone below.
Naturally, Yu Hai imitated his example and deliberately covered it up.
This is... wearing a hat to hide one's face in the busy city?
It seems so.
Because the crowd was so crowded, the two of them had to put down their identities and push forward with the crowd.
Basically everything went smoothly, and it only took less than half an hour for the two of them to get to the first row under the ring.
Looking up, he saw that the couplet "Punching the tiger of the Mobei and kicking the dragon of the South Sea" was extremely eye-catching. The big characters were arranged in vertical rows and hung high on both sides of the ring.
Under the stage on the left side of the arena, there is a square table covered with red cloth. In front of the table, two officials from the provincial government's ceremonial office are sitting. This is the place where the two sides of the competition sign a life and death contract.
Qi Yu held up his bamboo hat and continued to watch.
At this time, two warriors in full attire suddenly walked up to the table, picked up their pens, and started writing. After writing, they signed and pressed their fingerprints.
After everything was settled, the two of them walked to the center of the ring.
Due to the close distance, Qi Yu could see the general appearance of the two of them very clearly.
One of them has high cheekbones and a thin face, a slim waist and a narrow back, and looks relatively majestic. However, his face is full of arrogance, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
People around him told Qi Yu that this person was Wang Zhifan, the champion of martial arts who set up competitions all over the country.
With his character, he is not a good person at first glance!
Tell me, how could His Majesty choose such a person to be the leader of martial arts?
It’s really puzzling!
Looking at the other person, he has a strong build and a strong back. At first glance, he looks like a very powerful person. However, his demeanor seems too rigorous, and he is slightly inferior to the other person in terms of momentum.
Who is he?
Yu Hai hurriedly said: "Just now, I made some special inquiries and learned that this person's name is Fan Yao. It is said that he has been carefully taught by Da Gou Sheng, and he is quite successful in martial arts..."
He turns out to be a strong man!
I can rest assured that!
Qi Yu stroked his beard and the tension in his heart eased slightly.
At this time, the two people on the ring began their first interaction since facing each other.
Fan Yao clasped his fists and said: "Your Excellency, writing this couplet, is a little too arrogant, isn't it? Although I am not a martial artist in Qiongzhou, I am not a place that can be bullied. If you arrogantly say that you want to kick the Nanyang Canglong, I don't know your kicking skills.
, are you worthy of this half couplet!"
Wang Zhifan snorted proudly, looked at him sideways and said, "As for whether he is worthy or not, you will know after the comparison, right?"
"good!"
"If you have any skills, just come and use them!"
Whoosh!!
The wind of the fist howled softly, Fan Yao seized the opportunity and took the lead to strike.
It can be seen that his punch was powerful and heavy, almost like a tiger coming out of its cage.
However, Wang Zhifan lifted his legs with his hands behind his back and easily deflected his blow.
Finally, he turned his nostrils to the sky and said: "Since you just mentioned that you want me to show you my footwork, then I will do as you wish! In the next battle, I deliberately held back my hands and only used my footwork to catch you.
Attack, what do you think? I hereby promise that as long as I use my hands, I will lose this competition!"
Is this overconfidence?
Or is it arrogance without any bottom line?
Or rather, both?
Seeing that he was so underestimated, Fan Yao's anger was like white phosphorus poured with gasoline, burning up as soon as it hit the ground.
Bang bang bang!
Next, Fan Yao continued to attack with punch after punch, and his momentum was like the waves of the South Sea, surging and continuous.
What is surprising is that his attack seemed fierce, but in fact it was in vain.
No matter how he changed his moves, he couldn't suppress it effectively.
Wang Zhifan took off his left foot and landed on his right foot, as if in a calm cloud and wind, he defused Fan Yao's fierce attack. Moreover, from beginning to end, he adhered to his promise and never used his own hands.
The strength is truly remarkable!
After another dozen moves, Wang Zhifan suddenly laughed and said: "The monkey walk is over, it's my turn to fight back!"