Chapter 67 Golden Bell Shade and Wooden Sign (Thanks to Summer Snow's Monthly Pass)
Compared to Thunder Tiger, the appearance of this ruined man is much worse, and no one in the audience has heard of his name.
"Isn't he a beggar who is here to cause trouble?"
An inappropriate voice spoke the thoughts of everyone present.
The spoiled man ignored the whispers of the audience and bowed his hands respectfully towards Mei Qinglin, revealing his big, burnt-yellow teeth.
"My dear Liu San, Miss Mei, can you keep your word? If I really defeat you, can I marry you?"
Looking at Liu San's sloppy and ugly appearance, Mei Qinglin couldn't help but frown.
"I always mean what I say. If you can defeat me, why not marry you?"
"Hahaha, okay, then I'll be offended!"
After receiving an affirmative reply, Liu San grinned, put his hands in a strange posture and shouted loudly:
"Golden Bell!"
Golden bell cover? Isn’t this the secret skill of Buddhist warriors?
The warriors looked at the yellow light emanating from the man's body, and all of them were shocked.
This man doesn't look like a monk. Could it be that he learned it secretly?
No matter in the world of spiritual practice or martial arts, stealing master's secrets is a taboo in every sect. If the master knows about it, he will definitely become a deadly enemy.
"Okay, I have long wanted to see the Buddhist Golden Bell. Let me see today whether it is my gun that is sharper or your Golden Bell that is stronger."
When Mei Qinglin saw this, not only was she not afraid, she even showed an eagerness to try.
As she swung her spear, the tip of the spear stabbed towards Liu San.
Facing the sharp spear point, Liu San did not avoid it at all, and still maintained his stance.
clang--
The tip of the iron spear collided with Liu San's chest, making a shocking sound of gold and iron clashing.
One centimeter away from the skin, the yellow light on the body blocked the tip of the gun, preventing it from making any progress.
Mei Qinglin's beautiful eyes moved and she stepped back.
Although he only used 50% of his force in the test blow just now, it could easily pierce through an ordinary one-inch iron plate. However, at this moment, it is completely unable to break through the defense.
This Liu San is a bit difficult to deal with.
"Hahaha, how about it, Miss Mei, can I return this golden bell to your eyes?"
The corners of Liu San's mouth opened wider, and there was an undisguised look of lust in his eyes.
Without too much hesitation, Liu San relied on his invulnerability and took the initiative to attack Mei Qinglin.
Although his martial arts were unstructured, it was like fighting between street gangsters. With a left punch and a right kick, Mei Qinglin could easily dodge.
But Mei Qinglin's attacks were also ineffective against him. Whether they were stabbing, picking, sweeping, or shooting, they would all be blocked by the yellow light on his body.
As she continued to hit, Mei Qinglin noticed that every blow she struck on the yellow light would spread the yellow light away, revealing little bits of jet black color.
For some reason, when she saw this darkness, Mei Qinglin felt slightly dizzy in her mind, as if she had seen something disgusting.
The two of them fought back and forth for nearly five or six minutes. Liu San was panting from exhaustion, but he never suffered any harm.
"Huhu, Miss Mei, please take action. I will stand here and fight you. As long as you can break my golden bell, I will lose."
Seeing that he couldn't hit Mei Qinglin, Liu San simply acted like a fool. He slumped down on the ground and raised his fingers provocatively at Mei Qinglin.
"Hmph, I don't believe I can't break your turtle shell today!"
Mei Qinglin's face was as cold as frost, and she raised her gun and continued to hit Liu San.
At this moment, a blue sword light suddenly shot out from the audience and hit Liu San accurately on the waist.
Ding dong~~
A broken wooden sign fell on the ring, and the yellow light protecting Liu San's body dissipated instantly.
The sword light spun around and fell steadily into the hands of a white-haired girl.
As everyone looked at her, the white-haired girl gently smoothed her hair on her forehead and chuckled:
"It's hard for you to think of pretending to be a Buddhist golden bell in a crooked way."
What a crooked way?!
The words of the white-haired girl made everyone stunned. They didn't expect that Liu San, whom they regarded as a dragon across the river, was actually a despicable villain who used sorcery.
"Look, the protective light on Liu San's body is gone!"
There was an exclamation, and a warrior in the audience took courage, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at Liu San.
boom!
"ah!"
Liu San screamed in pain, and the stone hit him in the forehead. The edges of the stone pierced his skin, and blood surged out for a moment.
"It's really fake! Brothers, smash it to me!"
Seeing the bright red blood, the anger of the people watching was instantly ignited. They felt that this person was treating them as fools and deceiving them. Warriors in the world were most disgusted with rats who used crooked methods to act as masters.
Suddenly, countless stones were thrown at Liu San. Some who couldn't grab the stones took off their smelly shoes. If the guards of Mei Mansion hadn't stopped them in time when they saw that the situation was bad, Liu San might have been killed by the warriors.
Stoned to death with the sound of breaking wind.
Even so, Liu San was still injured all over his body in just a few seconds.
"Ouch, ouch..."
Screaming in pain and covering the wound on his face, Liu San glanced at the white-haired woman angrily, climbed down from the ring dejectedly, squeezed into the crowd of ordinary people, and ran away.
He didn't dare to stay here any longer, who knew these violent warriors would do such crazy things.
Looking at Liu San running away, Chai Jiangcui flicked his fingers slightly, and a faint spiritual power quietly attached to his arm.
After the farce ended, people remembered the white-haired woman from before. It seemed that the sword strike just now could be recalled automatically?
Everyone looked back again, but were surprised to find that the white-haired woman had disappeared at some point.
Only Mei Qinglin, who was standing on the ring, saw the whole process of the white-haired woman disappearing.
She was like a shadow, fading away in an instant. The white-haired woman appeared briefly, but the stunning sword light was firmly imprinted in Mei Qinglin's heart.
Looking at the warriors in the audience again, Mei Qinglin suddenly felt that this martial arts contest seemed a bit ridiculous.
"I haven't asked her name yet."
After murmuring something in a low voice as if she was mocking herself, Mei Qinglin put away her spear and jumped out of the ring.
Seeing the second young lady leaving, the old housekeeper who was left behind to maintain order saw that something was wrong and hurriedly came up with a smile to reconcile with everyone.
A competition to recruit a bride ended inexplicably.
Compared to the heated discussion among the people, Chai Jiangcui and the other three were relatively calm. When no one was paying attention, Di Qingping went up to the ring and picked up a fragment of a wooden sign.
Holding the fragment of the wooden sign in his hand, he stirred it slightly with Wen Qi, and a faint dark ghostly aura suddenly emerged from the fragment.
He raised his hand to disperse the ghost spirit and said with a firm tone:
"The white-haired woman who just took action should be a practitioner."
"This Liu San dares to use evil magic in the city. He is really brave!"
Wang Daoqing waved the folding fan in his hand. Although he had not entered the path of spiritual practice, he still knew a little about the rules.
Chai Jiangcui did not interrupt the conversation between the two, and showed a curious expression at the right time.
"Maybe he's a stupid young man. Let's go, there's no need to watch the Mei family's contest to find a bride. Let's go to Linjiang Tower for dinner. Miss Chai is new here, so she probably hasn't tasted Maple Creek City's special delicacies yet."
On the way, Di Qingping and Wang Daoqing also exchanged words with each other, telling Chai Jiangcui some strange and strange stories.
In this regard, the little white fox, who had just turned invisible and returned to Chai Jiangcui's shoulder, listened very seriously.
Even when Wang Daoqing told the story of the fox fairy, he puffed up his chest proudly.