The reason why the name "Bu Chenfeng" was reported was because Chen Qianfeng said that Bu Chenfeng was one of his opponents. Su Ping was not very clear about the specific opponent. In short, he felt that Chen Qianfeng disliked that person very much. Moreover, Chen Qianfou also As I said before, Bu Chenfeng's martial arts skills are comparable to his.
"That's all, Mr. Hu doesn't have to say good things for him anymore. I see that his face is pale, he must be scared out of his wits. Such a coward has no place on the stage."
From questioning to provoking the general, and then from provoking the general to outright ridicule, it only took a few sentences. Wu Dinghou Tangning looked contemptuous, waved his sleeves, and motioned to Lin Tong and Zhang Hu to take Su Ping down.
Of course, Tang Ning didn't really want Su Ping to quit. He just wanted to anger the young man with his contemptuous expressions and sarcastic words. But Su Ping didn't get angry, his face didn't change, his heart didn't beat, and he planned to bow and leave. Lin Tong was a little confused. In a hurry, he grabbed Su Ping's arm, frowned and asked softly: "Brother Baoyu is unwell?"
Su Ping replied in a low voice: "I think Brother Kangnian has also heard that the Sixth Miss doesn't want to see me, and I don't intend to stay here. In this case, why should I risk working for her Tang family? Look at that Khitan warrior His martial arts skills are tyrannical and his methods are cruel. When he is defeated, everyone is seriously injured. Gao Zhun and others are injured, but there are still people taking care of me. But if I am beaten by him and my bones are broken, who will take care of me?"
Lin Tong sighed: "Brother Xian, can't you trust Brother Yu?"
Lin Tong straightened his back and said loudly: "Don't worry, dear brother, if you are really injured, I, Lin Tong, will be responsible to the end!"
Lin Tong's words seemed to be addressed to Tang Ning and Tang Mei.
Tang Ning didn't say anything, she just sat there with her eyes narrowed.
At this time, a voice came from the female family members, and the voice was as cold as a glacier: "All the real masters of my Tang family were taken to Chang'an by my father, which is why we are in such adversity. It's a pity that I, Tang Mei, am not a man, otherwise I would have been on the stage to compete. Even if Even if you are defeated, you can't be stabbed in the back. Su Baoyu, if you are still a man, you will go on stage. Not to mention the injuries, even if you are paralyzed, I will support you!"
Listening to Tang Mei's screams, Su Ping remained still. After all, Su Ping is not a young boy, but a middle-aged man with a calm mind. What he has to do is to assess the situation and not be swayed by emotions. From the current situation Judging from his judgment, there was no need for him to risk being maimed just because of the Tang family's reputation.
Tang Ning frowned when he found that Su Ping was not moved by his words. As the Minister of the Ministry of War, he knew people well and saw Su Ping's extraordinary side. If Su Ping was his son, not only would he not be concerned about Su Ping's performance If you are angry, you will focus on cultivating him. I can't help but make a comment in my heart: This kid is very able to keep his temper and is a great talent.
But Su Ping was not Tang Ning's son, but Tang Qiong's uncle. Tang Ning was not in the mood to cultivate him. Instead, she hoped that he would be expelled by Tang Mei as soon as possible, or that he would be maimed and disabled by the Khitan warrior on stage.
Suddenly, a thought entered Tang Ning's mind, and she added fuel to the fire: "How can such a despicable person be worthy of my uncle-in-law of the Tang family? If you were to back down like this on the battlefield, I would definitely kill you! Let's see today. For the sake of my niece, I will spare you. But I cannot condone your behavior. In my opinion, your father, Lord, should be deposed. You are a coward and do not deserve to have a title."
Su Ping smiled bitterly in her heart, saying that Tang Ning had a dark heart.
Perhaps because she was so angry that she didn't see her second uncle's true intention, she just thought that she was being punished by Su Ping for being cowardly. Tang Mei felt that her face had been lost and she was so angry that she tore off the hairpin from her head and threw it away. Xiang Su Ping.
Forget it, the purpose of coming here is to protect the young and old of the Su family. If this causes my father to lose his lordship, it will be difficult for me to gain a foothold in Chang'an. I glanced at Tang Ning and said in my heart: Older people are still hotter.
Su Ping waved his robe sleeves and jumped into the air. Before Tang Mei's hairpin fell to the ground, Su Ping had already dodged several times, and with some impoliteness, stepped on the gaps around the noble ladies and jumped directly from the stands to the ring.
With such exquisite qinggong, many spectators did not see clearly where this person came from. It was as if he had grown directly from the ring, or as if he had fallen from the dark clouds.
Su Ping's unique way of appearing also stunned the Khitan warriors on the stage. The Khitan warriors, who had just been arrogant, now became cautious, guarding their hearts with big fists, frowning and looking up and down. Seeing Su Ping's figure.
He was much the same as those people just now, but he became arrogant again and whistled at the bottle with his bar teeth, which was quite provocative.
Just now on the high platform, Su Ping suppressed an evil fire in his heart. Now he came to the ring and no longer had to contain it. Seeing the provocation from the Khitan warriors, Su Ping didn't say anything. He exerted force under his feet. He only heard the sound of the wooden planks of the ring.
He quickly approached the Khitan warrior, then turned sideways and raised his thigh. His calf was whipped out like a whip, drawing a fan-like arc and hitting the left side of the Khitan warrior's face, exploding with a splash of light. There was a "pop" sound.
There was a crisp sound, and the Khitan warrior's head, along with his huge body, rolled down the stage.
There was silence all around the arena.
Dark clouds were pressing overhead, and a strong gust of wind blew by. The men's hair on the temples and the women's filaments were fluttering in the wind.
After a few heartbeats, the audience slowly woke up from the electric scene. The crowd was boiling. Whether it was the nobles on the terraces or the spectators in the south, they were suddenly agitated. There were those who were excited and could not suppress their emotions.
The fire in my heart roared, I clapped vigorously and cheered loudly. The ceremony official holding the gong struck the gong fiercely. The sound of the gong seemed to be broken into pieces. Listening to the buzzing sound of the drum again,
It should have sounded before the action was started, but now the banging sound was heard only as an afterthought. The drummers were so excited that they beat the drums happily, and the red tassels on the drumsticks flew up and down.
"Oh my god, he is such a god!"
"Whose family does this belong to? How come I haven't seen it before?"
"This is Miss Sixth's newly adopted son-in-law. I just said that ordinary people cannot enter the Duke's mansion."
"This is my good brother, Wuwei Su Ping Su Baoyu!"
"Baoyu, mighty!"
Hearing the voices of Lin Tong and Zhang Hu in the crowd, Su Ping turned around and saw them dancing on the high platform. Hearing the explosive cheers of more than 300 people from the audience, Su Ping turned around.
, saw the cheering crowd, waving, stamping their feet, clenching their fists and shouting.
But there was no big change on Su Ping's face. He still had a calm and free expression. But the evil fire just now rolled down along with the Khitan warriors rolling down the stage.
Perhaps out of politeness or instinct, he hugged his fists to the audience, then waved his robe and prepared to leave the stage.
In this case, Tang Ning would no longer say anything about backing down, and he would have no reason to punish the Su family. And Su Ping was not in the mood to fight the other two Khitan warriors again.
By the way, the Khitan warrior had won six battles in a row, consuming most of his physical strength and quite underestimating the enemy. Otherwise, he would not have been defeated by Su Ping with one move. But the Khitan warrior was really strong and was hit hard but not seriously injured. Standing
The people in the audience bared their teeth and screamed. I couldn't understand what he was saying. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he was being attacked and stepped off the stage before he was ready, so he felt dissatisfied. He was eager to try and come up again.
Contest.
Just as Su Ping was about to step down, a Khitan translator with dreadlocks ran up to the stage and shouted excitedly: "According to the rules, you beat the drum first and then compete in martial arts. The Central Plains is known as a land of etiquette, why don't you follow the rules?"
Tang Ning said loudly: "My son-in-law just arrived and did not hear the rules of the ring that were announced earlier, so he lost his way. How about this, this competition will not count and let the Khitan warriors rest for now and fight again later."
Hearing this, Su Ping frowned slightly. It was clear that the Khitan warrior had already set up a posture and took the initiative to provoke him, so how could he talk about a sneak attack? Now that he was about to lose, it would be fine if he refused to accept it. How could Tangning still turn his elbows outward and adjust his cannon to hit him inward?
As if he wanted to understand something, Su Ping smiled bitterly in his heart and said: You're so old Tangning. Speaking like this not only reflects the demeanor of a great official, but also puts me in danger again.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Su Ping stood on the stage, pointed at the Khitan warrior and said, then returned to the stage and stood with his hands behind his back.
Thick dark clouds were rolling in the sky, but not a drop of rain fell. People just sat there quietly, looking at the son-in-law standing on the stage facing the wind. They were busy with the excitement before and did not take a closer look at the young man. Now that they looked carefully, they felt more and more like
This man is a good-looking man. There are some girls in the audience, and the young women can't help but feel their stomachs heat up, and then their faces turn red and feverish.
Not long after, the Khitan warrior was gearing up and walked onto the stage with a sinister look in his eyes. He once again clenched his fists and protected them in front of him. His posture was almost exactly the same as before, except that he lacked the provocative whistle.
Su Ping sighed, shook the hem of his robe, wrapped it around his waist, tightened his belt, stood up straight, and raised his fingers sideways at the Khitan warrior: "You take action first this time."
The warrior couldn't understand what Su Ping said, but he could understand the gestures. He roared, dwarfed his body, and rushed over with blazing eyes. In Su Ping's view, this burly man with a curly beard who was more than two meters tall was
, is just a ferocious tiger. If caught by him, the consequences would be disastrous. Instead of confronting him head-on, he would rely on his physical strength to move quickly on the ring, causing the roaring beast to chase him in circles.
The Khitan warrior suddenly lunged forward, but Su Ping suddenly dodged, pounced, and dodged again, but did not fight with him.
If Su Ping had behaved like this as soon as he came on stage, he would have been considered timid. But with that wonderful kick just now, everyone had different opinions.
In the eyes of everyone, Su Ping was playing tricks on the Khitan warrior, so there was loud laughter from the audience. Especially when Su Ping suddenly dodged the Khitan warrior's attack, people laughed even louder.
Someone inserted their fingers into their mouths and blew a whistle. The whistle sounded in a cadence, which made the Khitan warriors even more angry. Under the background, Su Ping became more ethereal and agile.
In fact, Su Ping was not as relaxed as he appeared, and he could already feel his heartbeat speeding up significantly. Su Ping's martial arts seemed to Lin Tong and Zhang Hu to be good, but he was not a real master. At least he couldn't do it yet.
"Raise your hand as a sword." If you meet the four great masters, you may not be able to withstand ten moves. And the disciples of the four great masters also have some extraordinary talents, and their martial arts are superior to Su Ping.
On the other hand, this Khitan warrior not only had a very strong physique, but also had the foundation of boy's skills in him. Su Ping did not dare to neglect him, so Su Ping did not mean to play around like this, but wanted to knock him out.
This was not Su Ping's impromptu idea, but was taught to him by Su Ping's master, an old monk whose age and name were unclear. This move was specially designed to deal with those who were strong and slow in movement.
Su Ping turned in a big circle, and the Khitan warrior turned in a small circle. When Su Ping felt a little dizzy, the Khitan warrior must have been very dizzy.
Su Ping suddenly leaned closer and kicked out. This move was like lightning. In people's eyes, Su's son-in-law flashed his figure and kicked the Khitan warrior over. The warrior rolled up and got up, feeling
The world was spinning, his feet were not obeying his orders, and he was stumbling on the stage. Su Ping continued to attack, whipping his leg with the left and making a false punch with the right. The Khitan warrior dodged left and right, but was finally punched by Su Ping.
On the face, the Khitan warrior's face was out of position and deformed. His teeth spit out saliva for more than a foot, and he fell headlong onto the ring.
After falling to the ground, his reaction was slow, but he did not forget to kick his feet and grab his hands, but he could not touch Su Ping. On the other hand, Su Ping was like kicking a ball, kicking him left and right, and brought him to the edge of the ring.
He kicked him out with all his strength, knocking him off the ring and throwing him into the crowd on the south side of the ring.
The crowd screamed and dispersed, and the Khitan warrior fell to the ground with a "thud", slumped to the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and refused to move any more. Maybe he didn't faint, but just didn't want to open his eyes again. He didn't want to see those swarming people.
The crowd who came shouted at him and even spat at him.
The etiquette officer hurried over and drove away the booing people. The medical officer followed closely behind him with a medicine box on his back. After a while, he called for a stretcher to be taken away.