Chapter 123 Fighting
" Fighting? Me?"
When he heard Su Yupan's request, Qin Lang sneered:
"No Go or not..."
"Why not?"
Su Yupan said sternly:
“Qin Lang, you are a young young man who once wielded the Blood Sword Sect Master. It was just when you were full of pride that you saw this opportunity to compete on the same stage. Do you really not want to try your skills? "
To be honest, as Su Yupan said, Qin Lang at this age, especially since he has practiced the complete "Mu Xin Jue" and has golden inner strength, In fact, I also want to find some equally matched opponents and have a few fun games.
But...
“I think the ring is too formal, it’s always uncomfortable to fight, and there’s no motivation.”
The people in the ring are shouting about the generous bounty. If Qin Lang had just come down from the mountain, he would have been excited, but now...
Now Qin Lang only has the bounty for killing Xue Gui and has not spent it yet. After all, don’t mention that you are also relying on Tianhe Sect and Princess Qingli. No matter how you look at it, you won’t be short of money in the future...
Huh?
No...
I don’t want to know, but Qin Lang’s heart suddenly skipped a beat when he thought about it.
What do you mean by relying on Tianhe Sect...and Princess Qingli and so on...
Isn't this just a soft meal? ? ?
Qin Lang is an upright man. His senior sister has taught him since he was young that he should not eat soft food. The kind of man who "has breasts is his mother" is not a man at all!
Of course, except for eating senior sister.
Qin Lang should have kept this in mind, but now he discovered that he seemed to have fallen into the "soft rice trap" unintentionally.
Although he also knows that if he is serious, he will definitely not be able to earn a huge amount of wealth on his own in his lifetime that is comparable to the royal family or the Tianhe Sect.
But as a man, you must at least show a certain ability to support your family.
The extent of this ability varies from person to person.
For Qin Lang, the requirements may be larger.
So, Qin Lang, who had never thought about competing in the arena, actually asked passers-by about the details of the arena after realizing this.
"This young hero wants to fight?"
"Well...just asking..."
"It seems that the young hero is not a local, right?"
"Yes, People from Qingzhou.”
“No wonder it’s so far away...”
...
You wouldn’t know it if you didn’t ask, but it turns out that this so-called “Heaven and Earth Competition” is quite famous in Yangzhou. It is held once every month every year, and it has become a fixed local program.
The organizer behind it is actually the Yangzhou Prefecture.
......
"State capital? Is this the official arena?"
"Yes, the magistrate has great ambitions and cherishes talents. The purpose of setting up the arena is to reward capable warriors in the world. Not only that, during New Years and holidays, he also organizes some poetry gatherings to reward literary talents. . ”
He values both martial arts and literature.
Not only did Qin Lang click his tongue when he heard this, the empress on the side also nodded secretly, thinking that the Yangzhou magistrate is really a cutting-edge person who cherishes talents.
……
“That…”
After understanding everything, Qin Lang also asked for everyone's opinions:
"...Do you support me in this challenge?"
"That's right!"
Su Yupan was the first to speak, and then changed his words angrily under Qin Lang's strange eyes:
"I...I support..."
"Jin'er?"
"A hidden edge is not a sharp blade."
Gu Jin nodded, the high ponytail on the back of her head bouncing:
"Walking in the world, there are few For those who have never been in the ring, there is no harm in sharpening your skills or improving your knowledge. Your martial arts is not weak, but there are mountains outside the mountains, so be careful."
"Yes."
Qin Lang smiled, thinking that every time the girl cared about him, she would always talk more than usual, and his heart suddenly warmed up, and he couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek.
"Cough!"
Su Yupan frowned immediately, and the pink color on Gu Jin's ears disappeared in a flash, and she subconsciously bent down.
"Hey...what's wrong?"
"No...it's nothing."
Qin Lang quickly held Gu Jin's arm with quick eyes and hands, but Gu Jin didn't know how to explain.
You can’t say that you are not happy to hear that the Holy One is unhappy, so you are going to kneel down on one knee to apologize, right?
Fortunately, I didn't have time to say "Your Majesty, please calm down"...
"Yin Ping and Jin'er are both supportive now, where are you?"
Qin Lang lowered his head, He rubbed a certain sect leader’s little head.
Zhuo Beibei jumped on her feet and looked left and right along the way. Compared to fighting or something, Mianren and Tang Hua were obviously more attractive to her, so after simply confirming that there was no one around the ring who could fight, she decided decisively. He dropped the word "whatever".
The dignified Tianhe Sect Leader is not interested in this kind of playing field. ...
In this way, Qin Lang, who had received the support of everyone, decisively squeezed into the crowd of onlookers and wrote his name at the registration desk.
"Mrs."
Looking at his back, Gu Jin couldn't help but say:
"This arena..."
"Don't worry, I've already explored it."
Su Yu Pan's judgment was basically the same as that of a certain sect leader, and he said quietly:
"Based on your previous descriptions and his performance yesterday, it seems that if his kung fu is really good enough, in this arena today, The third prize is decided.”
"Tanhua..."
Gu Jin was shocked:
"Isn't that third? What about first and second?"
"First and second...we have no chance with him. "
Su Yupan knew it well and looked at the two strangers standing by the ring:
"Those two middle-aged men are as strong as half-step masters. After all, Qin Lang is too young and has no time to fight so deeply. He will definitely be defeated... But this is only for him. With me and San... there are With me and Tianhe Sect Master here, it will be easy to protect him from injury at critical moments."
"..."
With Su Yupan's words, Gu Jin felt relieved for the time being.
......
Speaking of which, as a secret guard, Gu Jin is not very familiar with this kind of frontal battle. For example, the two middle-aged men mentioned by the empress, the so-called direct It's not like Gu Jin has never killed anyone who is even half a step closer to the level of a grandmaster.
But those were basically sudden assassinations, the kind that took advantage of someone's unpreparedness and blocked his throat with one move. In a head-on battle, Gu Jin herself was definitely not sure, and she didn't know what happened to Qin Lang.
......
哐哐哐——
Soon, the ring emcee struck the gong again.
“Without further ado, a new competition has begun! Those who have money will support the money game, and those who have no money will support the individual game! If you want to place bets, go to the corner over there!”
The new competition is between the cold-faced swordsman on the stage and another black-robed swordsman.
He signed up faster than Qin Lang, and saw that the cold-faced swordsman had won five games in a row, and that he would be the leader of the ring this month if he won two more games, so he couldn't help but jump out.
Actually, there are many such people around the ring. Some who are more tolerant, or some who are stronger, are waiting for the last moment to take action.
The black-robed swordsman appearing now obviously does not belong to the two. The timing of jumping out seemed a bit impulsive. After a jingling fight on the stage, he was quickly pierced by the cold-faced swordsman. He lost his arm and rolled off the stage screaming.
"Six consecutive wins! There is still one last game!"
The master of ceremonies sounded the gong, the audience was excited, and the cold-faced swordsman's expression became serious.
Because they all know that this time often does not mean that they are close to victory, but that they are about to face a real new enemy.
Sure enough, for a while, many people around the ring, including the two middle-aged men Su Yupan mentioned before, were ready to make a move, until Qin Lang signed up right behind the black-robed swordsman. He jumped onto the stage, then suppressed his patience and continued watching the show.
"My dear Qin, may I ask my brother?"
Qin Lang held up a single sword and fisted it.
The cold-faced swordsman was indifferent to this and spat out two words:
"Anonymous."
锵——
As soon as he finished speaking, a blue frost sword appeared He had already taken the lead and pierced Qin Lang's face.
Qin Lang, on the other hand, did not hide or dodge. He raised his single sword and struck it with the side blade like a slapping brick on the side sword thrust by the unknown swordsman.
"What?"
Vibrate the knife?
The unknown swordsman's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Qin Lang would not chop or chop, but would vibrate the sword savagely from the side, causing the tiger's mouth where he was holding the sword to go numb.
He is a master of external martial arts...
Stirrup——
With a crisp sound, the unknown swordsman took out his sword on the spot.
However, anyone who can fight to the seventh game has some strength.
The unknown swordsman moved his right foot, as if he were a dragon, and immediately grasped the sword again.
Although his body moved forward a lot and fell into a passive position, he turned over in mid-air on the spot, turned his passive into active, and tried to cut Qin Lang's arm with an upward chop.
Qin Lang didn't want to engage in any fancy tricks with him. After dodging with his dexterity, he wrapped his head around his head and swept the knife in a series, just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. The silver light shone towards the unknown swordsman and strangled him.
So fast!
The unknown swordsman didn’t expect that this sword player could move faster than himself. He barely managed to wipe his body with the sword, then advanced and stabbed flatly. "咻咻咻", several dense sword lights were no less powerful than his own. Qin Lang's sharp sword just now.
It's a pity that Qin Lang broke through all the magic with one force, and faced the sword shadow, he shook the sword again.
Dang——!
Immediately afterwards, while the swordsman's hand was loose, Qin Lang pressed down with lightning speed, and swept out with a leg-cutting slash, and blood suddenly appeared.
The unknown swordsman's left calf suffered pain on the spot, and he half-knelt down.
"I...I give up!"
哐哐哐——
"Okay, okay! A new champion is born!"
( End of chapter)