As soon as he said this, the heroes looked at him sideways.
Not only acquaintances but also strangers cast unkind glances at him. Even those in the Taoist sect had complicated expressions, both shocked and surprised.
Yang Zhaoxi obviously didn't realize this. His sudden move coincided with the previous leader of Jingyun Temple, Shi Xiaoren. This made all the knights look at him gloomily, and even many fellow Taoists also expressed their displeasure.
He scoffed.
He only clearly remembered in his mind what his master had said to him not long ago: "A young man should be like a sword, upright and sharp. The blade has two sides, shaped like a standard. He not only possesses the virtues of a gentleman, but also practices the righteousness of a chivalrous man."
You must be true to your words, and your deeds must be fruitful. You must be true to your promises, but you do not love your body; you do not care about your abilities when you solve people's difficulties. You may not be successful in the country, but you will keep justice in your family."
This statement was simple and spoke to his taste. That's why he deliberately tried to be new and different to get the unnecessary limelight, so that knights from all over the world would remember his name as Chong Lingzi. Looking at it now, this move really worked.
Under the attention of all the knights, Yang Chaoxi calmly took out an arrow and took a look at it. It was the word "五二" scrawled in red sand. He immediately looked at the Zhike monk on the side who was responsible for recording and saw him nodding.
, and then returned with the arrow.
When the other knights saw this, they stepped forward one by one to cast lots and take the arrows. The Zhike monk recorded them one by one and then returned home.
The Xiangshan Temple warrior monks holding eyebrow-level sticks did not move away at this time. Instead, they formed a line with horizontal sticks in front of their chests, "confining" these hundreds of knights who were either single-handed or selected.
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After the drawing of lots was completed, a few Zhike monks led more than a hundred knights to a specially opened space in front of the camp gate and asked the knights to rest for a while.
More than a hundred futons have been placed on the open space, one for each person, and there are still some leftovers. They are obviously used for the knights to sit cross-legged and wait. There are also monks who have picked up the cooked mung bean soup, and are holding wooden trays and coarse porcelain cups.
The monk Zhike of the bowl cooperated and provided the soup to the knights. The soup received rave reviews.
At this time, the red sun was in the sky, and the sky was blazing, like a huge charcoal basin, constantly scorching the mountains, rivers, and people.
Zen Master Lingzhen of the Xiangshan Temple had already led two teams of warrior monks and two teams of heroic military guards to form an eight-character formation under the camp gate. Zen Master Lingzhen held the purple gold bowl in his left hand and suddenly flicked his fingers with his right hand, emitting a long and sweet sound.
The sound: "Zhengbong~~~~"
When all the knights were attracted by the voice and followed the sound, Zen Master Lingzhen shouted loudly: "Good! Good! Please invite the two knights with the number '1' to come on stage to compete in martial arts."
Down!"
After the voice settled down, two women suddenly stood up among the knights.
The woman from the north has lightly swept eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a pair of lying silkworms, a slightly red nose, crimson lips like cherries, and two dimples on her face lined with pear dimples. Her hair is combed with double buns tied with alder yarn, she is really beautiful.
.However, under the pink neck, there are the limbs of a bear and the buttocks of a horse, the back of an ape and the waist of a wasp, muscles and joints, cast iron and copper, even if it is covered by a skirt and embroidered rut, it cannot stop the majestic appearance.
The woman was burly, more than eight feet tall, with delicate features and beautiful eyes. She chewed a large piece of roasted lamb leg as if no one else was around. The knights on all sides were intimidated by her power, and both men and women all stepped back a few feet, which made her even more attractive.
Stand out from the crowd.
The woman from the south is graceful in appearance, with thin eyebrows and eyes, a high and strong nose, and slender red lips. Beyond her pointed chin, there is a goose neck that is as white as snow. Brown leather animal boots under her feet cover half of her calf. The woman is tall and thin, not inferior to others.
He was an ordinary man with a breathtakingly broad chest. His long hair was tied behind his head and tied into a ponytail shape by a leather rope, which made him appear somewhat fresh and capable. However, there was a chilling look between his brows, which made people shudder.
This woman was dressed in a lapel-collared coat, with a thin-edged scimitar as white as frost and snow in her right sleeve, and a feathered arrow in her left hand. Judging by her appearance and temperament, it was obvious that she was from the same clan as the Uighur swordsman Tongluo Absi.
The two girls went to the camp gate together and handed the arrows in their hands to the Yingwu army guards and the Xiangshan Temple monks for inspection.
After confirming that it was correct, Zen Master Lingzhen immediately followed the martial arts competition protocol and asked in turn: "Name? Sect? What kind of weapons are used? You must tell the truth, and you can't hide anything."
The woman from the north smiled and said: "Zeng Xiaoli from the slave family is a disciple of the Yehe Sect in the Yuhuang Lake of Baiyun Mountain. He calls himself 'Iron Bone Zhengzheng' and has never practiced weapons. The master only gave me a pair of mail iron gauntlets for personal protection."
The woman from the south glanced at the chainmail-like glove, which covered almost the entire forearm from fist to elbow. She couldn't help but curl her lips slightly. Then she turned to Zen Master Lingzhen, folded her arms and said coldly: "Tongluo Hui
Qisi, in the tent of the Tongluo Khan of the Uighur Khanate, is good at using the falcon-feather scimitar and the wolf-tooth dagger. A cup of tea can kill two sheep, so he is the 'Desert Butcher'!"
A monk next to him looked up and down for a long time, swallowed his saliva and asked: "Butcher, where is the dagger?"
Tongluo Huiqisi rolled her eyes at him, raised her left leg halfway, waved her hand, and a bright wolf-tooth dagger fell between her long white fingers, spinning and jumping, which was shocking.
Zeng Xiaoli's smiling face also showed a bit of solemnity. Sun Tzu's Art of War says, "Every warrior relies on harmony and wonder to win. Therefore, those who are good at striking surprises are as endless as heaven and earth, and endless as rivers and seas. Miracles and righteousness complement each other.
If the cycle is endless, how can anyone be so exhausted?"
Although the woman in front of you is very beautiful and charming, the short blade of the wolf fang is hidden between the boots, which is obviously used to win by surprise. The long knife and short blade, the combination of magic and right, is an extremely clever way of attacking and killing.
.If these monks and soldiers had not chosen their methods clearly, I am afraid that many good soldiers would have been plotted.
When all the knights in front of the camp saw this scene, they couldn't help but praise in secret.
When Prime Minister Yuan Zai divided the teachings just now, he clearly stated that "all soldiers are not allowed to use concealed weapons." Therefore, people who are not good at concealed weapons have hidden worries in their hearts. At this time, I saw the monks and guards led by Zen Master Lingzhen.
Everyone had to show their horses and carriages before they were allowed to go on stage, and my heart was instantly relieved.
On the other hand, the "Six Sisters of the Tang Clan" and the "Eight Heroes of Weizhou", these knights who like to use hidden arrows to hurt people, are very unhappy. They wish they could use all the hidden weapons in their hands to attack Zen Master Lingzhen.
The two women verified themselves and showed their respective weapons. They immediately stepped across the plank road one after another and stood on the left and right sides of the square platform.
Zeng Xiaoli raised his arms and said with a sweet smile: "Xiao Nizi, my sister's 'Splitting Peak Palm' is not a trick. Are you sure you want to fight me?"
"Stop talking nonsense! My aunt is older than you, why are you pretending to be old-fashioned?"
Tongluo Huiqisi raised her slender eyebrows, and the falcon-feather scimitar had already made several staggered arcs above her head. The blade was green and cold, and it was also a rare sharp weapon. "If you want to do it, just do it."
Come here with your horse, don't bluff! There is no one among me and the children of the Luo tribe who is timid!"
"Hum hi!"
Zeng Xiaoli shouted loudly, stepped hard with his embroidered feet, and suddenly rushed out, as if he had a critical moment! An iron palm struck straight from the palace, and hit Tongluo Huiqisi's stomach. If this palm hit truly,
I'm afraid I'll have to vomit out the last night's meal.
Tongluo Hui Qisifeng glanced at him, with three points of coldness and seven points of murderous intent, the falcon feather scimitar in his hand spread out an arc of light and wiped it towards Zeng Xiaoli's pink neck.
"Dang~~~" Zeng Xiaoli's palm power did not decrease but increased. Another iron palm was already blocked in front of him, and was chopped off by the falcon feather scimitar, bringing out a string of white sparks. The palm that was blasted out earlier , but was sideways avoided by Tongluo Hui Qisi.
Tongluo Huiqisi did not give in at all. She had raised the dagger in her left hand and stabbed Zeng Xiaoli under the arm, intending to destroy her arm on the spot. Zeng Xiaoli immediately changed the shooting to holding, and wanted to use the dagger. She was captured. Unexpectedly, the stabbing was actually a false move. The dagger was bent midway, but it was pointed towards her lower abdomen!
"Bah! Ding ding ding!"
Tong Luo Hui Qisi raised both blades together, and arcs of light flew around, quickly intertwining into a dangerous net, and hooded Zeng Xiaoli. Zeng Xiaoli's palm wind roared, fierce and fast, and it was leak-proof!
The two palms and the double blades were fighting each other close to each other, with dangerous moves. All the knights looked at it, and they were all on tenterhooks, as if they were on pins and needles, as if the iron palms and frost blades were about to hit them at any time. They thought that the two women would be like this. The costume is just a gimmick, but the skill is actually not bad at all!
Even some knights have made up their minds: No matter who wins the final battle between the two women, if they are lucky enough to survive the first round, if they bump into one of the two women in the second round, they will immediately clasp their fists and admit defeat, lest they He was beaten half to death and his face was disgraceful...
At that time, Zeng Xiaoli saw that he had finished a set of palm skills without taking any advantage, and a little anger finally appeared on his pretty face.
Tongluo Huiqisi's sword power remained unabated, and she waved the dagger continuously, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of her mouth: "Barbarian girl! You have no brute strength, but you dare to fight with others? If my aunt hadn't shown mercy just now, you would be like this I’m afraid that all the flesh on my body has been shaved off by Karwan!”
"Xiao Nizi, who are you calling cool?!"
Zeng Xiaoli suddenly became furious. He immediately clenched his palm into a fist and punched it violently. He shouted, "Sister, I hate these two words the most in my life! I wanted to make you lose your dignity, but now it seems that there is no need! Look at the fist——!" "
As she screamed, the iron fist of her right arm quickly enlarged in Tongluo Hui Qisi's eyes, reaching her face in an instant, which really shocked people.
Tongluo Huiqisi was not in a hurry, gathered strength in her palm, and made a vertical slash with great force, hitting Zeng Xiaoli's fist. She used 80% of her strength on this sword, and with the sharpness of the sword, it was a wild blow. The wolf's head can also be split in half. It's easy to cut through the glove and slice open Zeng Xiaoli's right arm.
Unexpectedly, it was "Dang!" There was a sharp sound, which made Tongluo Huiqisi's ears buzz. The falcon feather scimitar had been knocked back, and the tiger's mouth was sore and painful, and she almost let go.
Zeng Xiaoli's fist was blocked by the scimitar, and it immediately deflected a few inches downward. However, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and he hit Tongluo Huiqisi Xuanji's two acupuncture points. The huge force immediately knocked her down. He flew out with a knife and didn't fall to the ground until he was about ten feet away.
Tongluo Hui Qisi's eyes blurred, her breath was suffocated, and she couldn't regain her breath for a long time. The falcon feather scimitar and the wolf fang dagger both fell to the ground not far away from her, but her arms were supporting the table. Just coughing and wheezing.
Zeng Xiaoli raised his eyes and chuckled: "Xiao Nizi! Aren't you going to admit defeat? With a body as weak as yours, you really can't even take a punch from me! If you take a few more punches, will you still be alive?"
Tongluo Hui Qisi took a deep breath and felt that her breathing was smooth, then she pulled her collar open, revealing a piece of snow-white. The sight made the hearts of all the knights pound, and their tongues and mouths went dry. However, in the white of snow, there was a mark printed on it.
The bright red fist prints are mottled and knotted, as broken as flowers.
After listening to Zeng Xiaoli's strange and angry remarks, how could Tongluo Hui Qisi not be angry?
Immediately, he jumped up with a "carp kick", hooked and stepped with his feet, picked up the scimitar and dagger back in his hand, pointed at Zeng Xiaoli and said in a cold voice: "What kind of boxing is this? You might as well give me a name."
Because once my aunt breaks your throat, there will be no chance again!"
As he spoke, his slender body leaped up, and the scimitar was slanted towards his neck. As expected, the wolf-tooth dagger was thrown by the jade hand and flew out. The blade was directed at Zeng Xiaoli's knees.
"Shameless talk!"
Zeng Xiaoli snorted coldly, but did not dodge. His left fist came out horizontally and hit Tongluo Huiqisi's right ear. His right fist was raised upwards and went straight to Tongluo Huiqisi's lower abdomen. Both fists attacked.
At this time, he still did not forget to rebuke,
"I don't want to use this 'Mountain Shaking Fist' easily for fear of killing someone. Since Xiao Nizi can't open her eyes, I have no choice but to destroy it with my own hands!"
Tongluo Hui Qisi saw Zeng Xiaoli coming first and was about to hit her right ear. She immediately turned her head to dodge. The scimitar turned and turned into a stab, hitting her left rib. At the same time, she turned sideways to avoid the blast.
A punch to the lower abdomen; his left hand moved to the side to miss the blow, and the dagger that spun around on its own caught it. Then he steadied his body and retorted:
"That's a coincidence! My aunt's 'Gayang Knife Technique' can cut you into a plate of fresh meat!"
Just two sounds of "Dang! Dang!" were heard. Although the falcon feather scimitar struck Zeng Xiaoli's ribs, she blocked it with her fist. Although the wolf-tooth dagger followed closely and stabbed Zeng Xiaoli's right chest, she still punched him.
It was scattered by the hammer, flew several feet away, and was nailed to a railing with a "Duh!"
Tongluo Huiqisi's right arm was sore and numb, and she was very surprised: What did Zeng Xiaoli eat to grow up? He was born with such brute strength! The iron fist hit the blade, like a copper hammer and a giant axe, which is the habit on the grassland.
A strong man who can fight with horns may not have the strength like her...
As her mind raced, Zeng Xiaoli's iron fists were like hailstones, coming towards her head and face. Tongluo Huiqisi waved her knife to block and dodged left and right, but she was still forcing her to retreat.
There was a burst of cheers among the heroes, all of whom were disciples of the Yehe Sect. Some were dressed elegantly, but their looks were unbearable, and some were unkempt and unkempt, but their faces were very handsome... Looking at them, they all had strange and unimaginable shapes.
, once you take one look at it, you will never forget it!
Zeng Xiaoli was greatly encouraged and beamed with joy. He made a "whooshing" sound with his fists, which was quite powerful like wind and thunder: one moment it grazed the table and plowed a shallow ditch, the other moment it broke the railings and sent sawdust flying...
Tongluo Huiqisi already had a falcon feather scimitar in her sleeve and ran around the square platform, not daring to confront Zeng Xiaoli again.
Zeng Xiaoli chased and fought fiercely, refusing to give up, and kept shouting: "Little girl! If you have the guts, fight me for another 300 rounds... What does it look like to be like this? It's better to admit defeat."
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Although Tongluo Huiqisi knew that she was incapable of defeating her, she refused to lose ground and kept shouting: "Manniu! Manniu! If you can catch up with my aunt, I will give you a taste of Tongluo's food."
Gayang sword technique'..."
The two women chased and escaped, but they were tireless.
The knights who were a little closer felt dizzy and drowsy after watching for a long time. Some of them could not bear their temper and stood up from the futon, urging the two girls to fight quickly and not to delay.
The people behind him who competed on stage.
At this moment, Tongluo Huiqisi seemed to have made a mistake, and was actually forced to a corner of the Sifang Terrace by Zeng Xiaoli. The iron fist was about to come in front of him, and Tongluo Huiqisi could not avoid it, and there was a panic on his face.
When there was no time to strike, he had no choice but to use his last strength and jump up. Then he stepped lightly on the railing with his right foot, avoiding Zeng Xiaoli's attack. The iron fist hit the railing, and it immediately broke into two pieces, opening a gap.
Tongluo Huiqisi was hanging in the air, but her face looked happy, and then she "turned over like a kite" and came down, just before Zeng Xiaoli's back. She pushed hard with both hands and feet, and Zeng Xiaoli's body was immediately unstable and strong.
His huge body fell towards the green Yishui.
"Plop——!"
With the loud sound of water, the winner was finally decided.