The audience's emotions were suddenly aroused again.
The thin man was even busier, but he still had time to ask Sun Fuling: "Can you place a bet?"
He Lingchuan winked at him quickly, but it was too late. Sun Fuling actually took out another one tael of silver: "Put it in!"
She still beats the odds.
"Auntie, this guy looks even more unreliable than a wild boar!" Why are you still betting? He Lingchuan pressed the back of her hand and asked, "Do you want to think about it again?"
"I know." Sun Fuling blinked, "That's why I only invest one tael of silver this time."
"..."
She smiled so hard that her eyebrows curled up and she said, "It's okay to gamble a little for pleasure."
Half an hour later.
Sun Fuling grabbed He Lingchuan's arm and said dejectedly: "My money..." was wasted.
He Lingchuan laughed: "One tael of silver can buy hundreds of steamed buns."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Sun Fuling's hand became stronger, from pulling to pinching.
A smart person would not say "I told you so" at this time, but would say: "That's it, Mengshan will get his comeuppance sooner or later."
"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it, and sooner or later it's better to be now." Suddenly another voice answered from the side. He Lingchuan turned around and saw that it was Xiao Maoliang!
Hu Min laughed in surprise: "Boss, why did you come here!"
"The meeting has been going on so far, and I almost missed the show." Xiao Maoliang looked at the No. 7 ring, "Is Meng Shan defending today?"
"Yes, this guy has already defeated four people." Hu Min shook his head, "I think today's arena No. 7 will end early."
The No. 7 Arena is a public arena, and ordinary people can watch the whole process. As a popular entertainment program, the No. 7 Arena is held one day a week, and may be opened more depending on the situation.
There are not many entertainment activities in the city, and Xiao Maoliang does not want to miss this kind of fun.
If no one goes up to challenge Mengshan, and the gap period exceeds half an hour, even if Mengshan succeeds in defending the ring, today's event on Arena No. 7 will end.
The thin man came over, nodded and bowed to say hello to Xiao Maoliang. He was still a patrolman, so of course he was respectful to the generals of the Gale Army. But he also felt it was a pity: "It would be nice if we could just go up there with two more people." He hadn't earned enough today.
Xiao Maoliang smiled at He Lingchuan.
He was usually stern and serious, but He Lingchuan's heart suddenly became tight. Why did Commander Xiao smile at me?
"Duandao, do you want to go up?"
"Me?" He Lingchuan pointed to his nose, "Now?"
"You have challenged Mengshan six or seven times, and you are also the opponent he least wants to meet." After Xiao Maoliang said this, He Lingchuan touched his nose. In fact, Boss Xiao wanted to say that he was an invincible Xiaoqiang, right?
"I have watched your battle twice, and you have no chance of winning." Xiao Maoliang pointed to the stage, "Today is a rare opportunity, do you want to try it?"
The two Dafeng sergeants following him had also participated in the Battle of the River Valley. They both recognized He Lingchuan and had fought against Meng Shan. At this time, they all agreed: "Yes, Broken Sword, go up and give us some vent!"
"Let this fat man know what it means to be alone!"
The thin man's eyes lit up and he nodded like rice: "If you win, you have a very high odds with Broken Blade. I will definitely bet on you this time!" If you win, just wait and count the money!
He Lingchuan gave him a look. Is this his teammate?
I used to compete with Meng Shan in the South Courtyard, and there was no shame in losing. The audience was all practitioners anyway; but this stage was full of civilians.
Xiao Maoliang patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder: "Practice martial arts for a thousand days, for what? This will happen."
Sun Fuling had been listening, and then suddenly said: "If you go up to fight, I will bet my entire year's salary on you."
Her almond eyes are very bright and full of vitality.
He Lingchuan looked into her eyes and suddenly no longer had so many worries. Perhaps Xiao Maoliang's words touched his heart.
He looked at Sun Fuling and said, "I have conditions. If you agree, I will go up and compete."
Sun Fuling did not hesitate: "You say it!"
He Lingchuan breathed out and suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered: "Whether you win or lose, you have to kiss me."
There was so much noise all around that almost no one could overhear.
Sun Fuling's eyes narrowed.
But after He Lingchuan said this, he suddenly felt embarrassed.
I don’t know why I mentioned it so smoothly, but I didn’t even think about it, and now I hit a wall.
"That's all, just think I'm talking nonsense, this condition doesn't count." He waved his hand, "I'm going up."
Unexpectedly, Sun Fuling suddenly stretched out her fist towards him: "Okay, I agree. But you have to win!"
He Lingchuan was overjoyed and stretched out his fist to touch her lightly: "It's a deal."
At that moment, Meng Shan had already walked to the corner of the ring, opened his mouth and yawned.
No one comes up for a quarter of an hour, and it will be considered a success in another quarter of an hour.
Boring, very boring!
He was feeling bored here when suddenly someone jumped up from under the stage.
Applause broke out from all around, cheering for those who were not afraid of death. All those who were beaten by Mengshan were seriously injured and were only one breath away from death. Under such circumstances, there are still people who dare to come forward. This courage alone is worthy of applause.
Mengshan is also sneering:
Okay, let grandpa see which kid dared to come up and give it away after eating Xiongxinbao... Huh?
Why?
How?
Meng Shan's face darkened, because the man who came up greeted him familiarly: "Hey, Meng Shan, we haven't seen you for half a month!"
Broken knife!
"Are you going to die now?" Did this kid pester him seven or eight times? Although he was kicked off every time, Meng Shan knew in his heart that Broken Sword was getting more and more difficult to deal with.
The last time we defeated him, Mengshan himself was injured, so he simply went home to rest for a long time.
In the huge Panlong City, the person Meng Shan didn't want to see the most, apart from General Red, was this brown candy-like guy in front of him.
"I placed a bet and I have to win the money back." He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him and said, "Please."
Even though he was well prepared, when he stood on stage seven and faced thousands of enthusiastic spectators, his enthusiasm turned into overwhelming pressure!
What a thousand people look at, a thousand people point out, and a thousand people are angry about can all be combined into a substantial aura.
He had read in a book before that there was a handsome man who was surrounded when he went out. Once there were so many people watching that they stared at him to death. Hmm... What was that weak boy's name? It doesn't matter.
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If you lose in the No. 7 arena, you will be embarrassed in front of the whole city. It may become a topic of conversation and a joke among uncles and aunts after dinner in the next half month.
It's so stressful.
He took a deep breath secretly.
I have been on the line of life and death so many times, why am I still afraid of this excitement? Xiao Maoliang is right, sooner or later this will happen.
Meng Shan snorted, walked to the weapons rack, and picked out a four-foot-long mace with wooden spikes, and a round hand shield.
People who are familiar with his combat methods are surprised. Mengshan doesn’t choose heavy weapons anymore?
Xiao Maoliang said curiously: "This guy is quite smart." It doesn't match his appearance.
The thin man smiled and said: "He has suffered losses at the hands of Duandao, so he doesn't plan 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 weight was okay and there were no cracks.
Even in Arena No. 7, the quality of the weapons was as poor as ever. Fortunately, the material of the wooden knife was just okay, otherwise he was really afraid that it would break after two chops.
Both of them were wearing light leather armor, but against the size and strength of Meng Shan, the wooden sword might not be able to break through the defense without using tricks, and it might even explode into sawdust.
The two sides had already fought six or seven times, so they knew the basics, and there was no need to test them. Meng Shan strode forward, swung a stick, and then stamped on the ground.
Usually no one dares to directly receive his attack, and most of them have to retreat backwards. Then his kick will shake the ground and make the opponent's footing unstable.
As soon as He Lingchuan showed any weakness, the hand shield would hit him.
Although this kind of shield is not as heavy as the mountain shield, it is still effective when used to hit people.
However, He Lingchuan was familiar with his ways and would never suffer such a disadvantage. When the mace was swung down, he advanced instead of retreating. He suddenly accelerated and crashed into Mengshan's arms with his knife!
This move was light, swift and skillful, and was called "Breast Swallow Throwing into the Forest" in the Yan Huishen Technique. Bystanders only saw an afterimage passing by, and the head of the wooden knife stabbed Meng Shan directly in the belly!
This move was extremely risky. If he had been slower for half a second, Mengshan's big stick would have hit him directly in the head.
Xiao Maoliang in the audience said "Huh", a little surprised.
He had faced off against Meng Shan in the Liu Valley, and he knew very well that when this guy started to move, he would have a strong aura around him, which could pull or delay his opponent's movements. This was also Meng Shan's magic weapon against clever enemies.
Most of the opponents who are agile and flexible are thin and small. If they are easily led astray by him, not only the original attack will be greatly reduced, but even the movement and movement will be deformed. At that time, Mengshan will let the opponent know what it means to be overwhelmed by a mountain.
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But He Lingchuan knew his tricks very well, after all, they were all lessons learned through blood.
However, no matter how strong the aura is, there will be fluctuations. He was practicing swordsmanship in the waves today and felt the impermanent but tangible state of water. At this time, he keenly felt the unevenness of Mengshan's aura. There was always a vacuum crack that he could exploit.
Just cut in from the edge.
He Lingchuan's attack was precise, and he also targeted his opponent's diaphragm, trying to make Mengshan feel the pain of the wild boar.
Meng Shan was exhaling and shouting violently, his belly was bulging, and he leaned back after being stabbed. It was very uncomfortable, but the horse's steps were steady and he didn't even take a step back.
However, He Lingchuan didn't succeed either. The opponent's belly was bulging like a balloon. It was unclear whether it was infuriating energy or fat. In short, he played Q very well and it was difficult to apply force with the wooden knife.
At this time, he really missed the Fusheng Knife. Meng Shan's fat body would definitely not be able to bear the sharp tip of the knife.
It's a pity that this is a dream arena, and he can't even use the ghost shadow cicada to shed——
too expensive!
However, almost no one noticed that the blade of the knife exhaled a stream of gas that was more than a foot long.
Mengshan's backhand was a hug.
His strength was greater than that of a wild boar. If He Lingchuan was held firmly, Huang could be squeezed out. He had seen Meng Shan crush someone else's spine alive.