When Yu Yueyue was pulled to the boat with a rope, her consciousness had slowly recovered, but her chest, stomach and even her trachea were occupied by river water. She tried to push the excess river water out, but she couldn't exert even half of her strength, and she was so soft.
No way to start.
I could only hear a group of people arguing, and the voices were very familiar, but I still couldn't remember who it was. I just wanted to sleep, as if as long as I fell asleep, the world would be completely quiet.
But the body is unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, shouting at the top of its lungs that it will not surrender!
With a bang, it was the words "willing to fall" that made her spirit return to her original position, her consciousness returned, and the obsession in her heart broke the nameless shackles. She opened her eyes suddenly, and only heard Ye Congwen complaining about herself.
A ten-year-old can't even swim.
Yes, it was this voice, the voice that put the word self-destruction on its lips at this moment. It pulled me out of confusion. Others may not have noticed the danger just now, but I felt like I was in another world. It was really
I truly walked through the gates of hell.
If I had just fallen asleep without any worries, I was afraid I would never wake up again. I just wanted to look at this man for saving my life unintentionally and not care about him again in the future.
Suddenly I heard a sentence that people who are decades old can't swim. It was as if I had been suddenly stabbed by a needle. I jumped up instinctively and sat on the ground trying to refute the question:
“Who’s decades old?
Who is the person of several decades?
Which of your eyes can tell how old I am?"
Unfortunately, the sound was blocked by the river water. He opened his mouth wide and howled for a long time, but not a single syllable came out. In desperation, he had to spray water on Ye Congwen's face, like the Yangtze River, flowing incessantly.
"There's no need to spit in my face if you can't win!"
Ye Congwen shouted with disgust, this woman is just petty. If she can't win a fight, she will spit on others to seek psychological balance.
Ordinary people only spit out one or two mouthfuls of saliva, but how could anyone spray out several kilograms of saliva like her? It was hot and sticky, and she even sprayed out the food she had eaten in the morning, right?
Ye Congwen quickly wiped his face with his clothes. After wiping it for a long time, it still felt sticky. In desperation, he could only choose to plunge into the river.
After Yu Yueyue vomited the water, she gradually regained consciousness. What happened before appeared in her mind one by one, vividly.
He hugged Ye Congwen (forcibly) and kissed him, and sprayed saliva on his face. The most outrageous thing was that this guy actually disliked him to the point of jumping into the river! This made No. 1, who was usually held up as a jewel by everyone,
What a shame for a beautiful person.
I was so embarrassed and angry for a moment, plus I was already weak after drowning before, so I stretched my legs and simply pretended to be dead.
"Yueyue! Yueyue..."
Seeing that his niece had fainted, Uncle Yu quickly stretched out his hand to check for breath. Fortunately, it was just a fainting reaction and he could just rest for a while.
"Go and bring out the lady's lounge chair."
He ordered the two maids to take care of Yu Yueyue. Looking at Ye Congwen who was washing his face in the river, dark clouds suddenly came over him. He sneered at Ye Congwen:
"Ye Congwen, how long do you plan to wait until? There are still two competitions left, so you plan to muddle through like this!"
"Are you afraid?"
Ye Congwen was so angry that he still had no way to dissipate his anger. He took the rope and climbed onto the side of the ship in a few steps, and said angrily:
"Who among you is the best? Stand up for me and I'll beat you all
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I can go home and eat!”
"Ma San, go up and teach this scoundrel a lesson for your lady. If you can't win, go home and retire!"
Uncle Yu is really angry. Since my niece is unconscious, I, as an uncle, must avenge her.
"Little brother, please enlighten me!" A fierce man with a long face stood out, with a strong body and kinked muscles. He stood in front of Ye Congwen and breathed heavily. With a bang, the shirt on his upper body was torn into pieces, and his muscles were sharp and angular, as if they were struck by a knife.
The ax was chiseled, and the surrounding people suddenly heard loud cheers.
"Are you going to show everyone how to break a stone in your chest?
Why don't you wait a moment and I'll ask all my people to come over and watch the show. Usually, you have to pay to watch this in the county."
The guard named Ma San finally realized the anger of his young lady. This guy is really mouth-watering! People who are not good at words often like to prove their strength with actions.
Like a tiger hunting for prey, he jumped three or four meters in one step, clenched his fingers into a fist and punched Ye Congwen, shouting expectantly:
"Let me, the thirty-sixth-level Majia Fist, come and challenge your Leaf Clan's Breaking Wind Fist!"
Before he finished speaking, his fists arrived first, both offensively and defensively, relying on the right position to guard against surprises. There seemed to be countless back moves coming out one after another. Ye Congwen did not dare to resist rashly, so he could only guide him left and right, pointing east and west, with the intention of disrupting his moves and finding out.
Attack the enemy's weaknesses and try to defeat them with one move.
The two of them clashed back and forth, Ma San's moves were skillful, and his priorities were random. He often switched moves before they were used up, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, which was unpredictable.
Ye Congwen relied on his flexible feet and rapid burst of power. He held Ma San's moves and shook them from side to side. He used the knack of unloading force just right. It stuck to Ma San's hands like brown sugar, and he executed the moves accurately.
So fast, after all thirty-six moves, not one of them touched Ye Congwen's body.
In contrast to Ye Congwen's calm demeanor, Ma San gradually became impatient and unstable, and his moves were all about speed and fierceness. On the surface, it looked like he was fighting vigorously, but in fact, he was already in decline, and his punches were fierce and ruthless.
It goes against the purpose of the Thirty-Six Postures of Majia Quan to be both offensive and defensive.
When Ye Congwen saw that Ma San had lost his way, a bright smile appeared on his lips. He knocked Ma San away with one palm, folded his palm into a fist, and said with a smile:
"You have hit the 36-style Majia Fist over and over again twice. It's my turn to perform the Leaf Clan's Po Feng Fist."
Without waiting for Ma San to answer, Ye Congwen attacked like a cannon. The Po Feng Fist was originally created by the giants of the Ye tribe. It emphasizes fast attack and fast fighting. Coupled with the brute strength and mighty physique of the giants of the Huaye tribe, it gives people
A sense of oppression that is about to come.
Although Ye Congwen does not have an advantage in terms of body shape, after improving with two-color ginseng, he feels that his strength is close to the minimum standard level of the tribe. Although he is not tall, his movements are flexible and changeable, and he has a free and elegant feeling that is different from the tribe.
Ornamental.
The onlookers around him occasionally let out surprised sighs. The Mu clan members were quite satisfied with Ye Congwen's performance. Looking at the Yu family guards who were retreating steadily, a sense of pride arose spontaneously. Why was it that Ye Congwen's body was still full of wood?
The blood of the clan.
Only Ye Wudi frowned. His height and weight did not meet the double standard he had set. He would eventually suffer in a fight. No matter how complicated and fancy the Kung Fu moves were, the ultimate goal was to defeat the opponent. Naturally, the faster
The better, there is no better way to defeat the enemy with one move, but as time goes by, it consumes physical strength, and secondly, the risk factor increases. What if the opponent uses a hidden weapon in a cunning move?
Just like the situation at hand, if Ma San, who is a martial artist, is replaced by a master who is at the master level, over time, when Ye Congwen's physical strength declines, he will only be beaten.
Fortunately, it was just a competition of martial arts, and with Ye Congwen
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With his strength, it is a sure thing to defeat this guard, and the beautiful movements also add a lot of color to the Po Feng Fist, at least it can be seen from the surprise in the eyes of the Yu family.
Ye Congwen was excited to fight, and the hundred and eight styles of Breaking Fist were mastered in his hands. The overwhelming number of fists hit Ma San like a downpour. Ma San staggered, his figure was unsteady, and his bronze skin was stained with soybeans.
Big beads of sweat rolled out.
A discerning person will know at a glance that his physical strength has been exhausted to the limit. If he grits his teeth and holds on, he will most likely suffer internal injuries.
Suddenly, a pair of thin hands blocked Ye Congwen's twelve punches, and the shock caused Ye Congwen's fists to hurt. Ye Congwen immediately took three steps back and looked at Yu Yueyue's third uncle silently without saying a word.
"My little brother already possesses the fighting power and consciousness of a master at a young age. I have searched Wanquan County and found only five people with this kind of talent. It makes me so excited that I can't help but want to play to get addicted to it. I hope you can
Little brother, let’s make it happen.”
Ye Congwen's fists were aching, but when he saw that Uncle Yu was calm and calm, he knew that he was a master. If he really wanted to fight him, the outcome would be unpredictable, so there was no need to try something risky.
Besides, after winning two out of three games, Ye Congwen has achieved an overwhelming victory on behalf of Iron Tower Village in this competition. He has successfully completed his task and shouted impatiently:
"Forget it, I've already won two games. You are guests, so you still have to give me face. Our Iron Tower Village has always been hospitable, and we pay attention to harmony in doing business.
Besides, you are the elder, and it is not a glorious thing to win against you. Let's meet friends over wine. I haven't even eaten a bite of food after a busy day. I'm hungry, so I'm going to eat first! You drink slowly.
"
Ye Congwen went up the mountain to collect herbs at dawn. It was true that he had not eaten a proper meal all day, and his stomach was indeed rumbled with hunger. He thought he would take the opportunity to escape.
"Brother Congwen, I've stewed fresh chicken soup for you. You can fight them when you're full."
By chance, Pigeon Sprout was holding a large basin of chicken soup and shouted breathlessly, sweating profusely, and winking at Zhengye Congwen.
Ye Congwen knew what this little girl was thinking. He knew that after drinking ginseng chicken soup, his strength would double, and his fighting power would be several times greater than usual in a short period of time. This was obviously a cheating weapon!
She has a great idea, and she is very clever in acting according to the situation. However, this girl only guessed the beginning, but knows nothing about what happened just now. Don't you know that Brother Wen wants to stop fighting now?
Mudouya thought Ye Congwen was embarrassed to eat here in front of everyone, but an idea came to her and she quickly changed her mind:
"There are no stools to sit on here. Let's go home and eat. Then we can compete with them after eating."
How could Third Uncle Yu miss this opportunity? He immediately ordered the two maids:
"Bring the lady's recliner and coffee table over and let the little brother eat his food first. Then you can fight with me when you are full. I can still afford to wait for this time!"
"Third Master, I'm afraid you are too busy and have forgotten that the young lady is still unconscious!" the two maids replied dissatisfied.
When Mudou Ya heard that Yu Yueyue was unconscious, he immediately asked in surprise:
"Sister Yueyue was fine before I left, why is she still unconscious now?
What happened?"
Seeing that this girl was kind-hearted, Uncle Yu glanced at Ye Congwen intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed bitterly:
"Then you have to ask your good brother. He kicked your sister Yueyue into the river and almost drowned..."