Five hundred and fortieth eight chapters arena battle cloud request
The rising sun, the red afterglow, flowed quietly on the beacon arena, as if covered with a layer of blood-red gauze.
Although the sun has not yet fully climbed up, there are already crowds of people around the ring on the outskirts of Hangzhou.
A young swordsman in his early twenties spread his arms, like a white crane flaunting his wings, jumped to the ring with a proud look. He bowed to the audience and shouted loudly: "I am a little white dragon in the waves."
, Menglang, who dares to come forward to fight me?"
"Guanzhong has a punch to suppress the tiger king Meng, come to ask for advice on the sword skills of the Meng Lang brothers!" Before Meng Lang could finish his words, a burly man from the stage flew onto the stage.
Meng Lang looked at the person with his eyes slanted, raised the sharp sword in his hand slightly, and shouted coldly: "You are a tiger with one punch in Guanzhong, Wang Meng?"
Wang Meng responded in a rough voice: "Yes, I'm the one who killed the tiger with one punch!"
Meng Lang smiled coldly and shouted: "Then I'll see how fierce you, Wang Meng, are you?"
Before he finished speaking, Meng Lang made a lunge, and the sharp sword in his hand also broke through the air and was unsheathed, like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole, and directly attacked Wang Meng.
Wang Meng practiced external boxing. His two fists that were stronger than casserole were his best weapons. Seeing Meng Lang's sharp sword attacking, he not only did not dodge at all, but even had a slight slight on the corner of his mouth.
With a cold smile.
Bang!
Just as Meng Lang's long sword was about to stab Wang Meng's throat, his fists suddenly hit each other, and directly clamped the sharp sword that was about to pierce into his throat.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Lang struggled suddenly for a few consecutive times. He even used his strength to feed himself, but the sharp sword that was pinched by Wang Meng's fists could not be pulled out no matter how hard he pulled it out.
Not even moving.
The stalemate lasted for three minutes, but the long sword was still controlled tightly by Wang Meng's fists. The sweat beads as big as beans on Meng Lang's forehead had already begun to flow down.
, dripping on the scarlet carpet.
"Haha...haha... the sword technique of the little white dragon in Langli is just like this!" Wang Meng laughed out loudly.
Before he could finish his words, he changed into a fierce expression, his fists suddenly relaxed, and Meng Lang flew out.
Seeing Meng Lang's body flying out, Wang Meng obviously didn't want to spare the first opponent lightly. He stomped his feet suddenly. He was as imposing as a tiger, and he chased after him with a whirlwind.
boom!
After catching up with Meng Lang, Wang Meng punched him hard in the nose, which made him feel dizzy, and the moon, stars and sun were all around him.
Bang, bang, bang!
After knocking Meng Lang to the ground, Wang Meng seemed not satisfied yet, and then he hit his head for more than ten consecutive punches until the little white dragon in the wave completely turned into a dead loach. Then he was willing to give up.
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Seeing that the little white dragon in the wave that was still alive just now was beaten by Wang Meng, who was named like the other person, in less than a round. He was basically all in his eyes, head, mouth, and nostrils.
The scene was terrible and unbearable to look at it.
"This is a competition, or is it a life-threatening thing, it's so bloody!" Seeing such a fierce Wang Meng, everyone in the audience sighed and muttered in a low voice.
"Who dares to come up and ask me Wang Meng for advice?" Wang Meng laughed loudly, shouting loudly in his throat.
The audience had already been in trouble, but they were all trying to make excuses in the audience. You looked at me, I looked at you, stared at you, and stared at you. In short, no one wanted to get into trouble.
"But anyone dares to go on stage to fight me, Wang Meng?" Wang Meng shouted twice in a row, then deliberately raised his voice a little and shouted loudly.
"Don't be arrogant if your surname is Wang. I will be angry. I will come and ask for advice!" After Wang Meng shouted five or six times in a row, a thin man jumped up and shouted coldly.
It turns out that no matter whether he used a double sword or a single sword, his name was Zhang Wufeng or Zhang Youfeng, he was not Wang Meng's opponent, but he was a little bit stronger than Meng Lang and caught Wang Meng's two moves.
He lost. But the result was even worse. His whole face was beaten into Tianjin Goubuli buns, and more than a dozen bloody teeth flew all over the ground.
"Haha...haha... The guy who overestimates himself, who dares to come forward and challenge me to fight the tiger with one punch?" Wang Meng lost two people in a row, quite proud, and proudly didn't even know what his father's name was.
It's right.
"Brother Lin, brother-in-law, this guy is too arrogant!" Yan Yun was young and strong, snorted coldly, and said angrily.
"That's right, Brother Lin, let me kill this guy when I come to the stage!" Qi Xiang couldn't stand Wang Meng's arrogance and said angrily.
For Lin Yu and Afeng, Wang Meng is a clown who can't jump for long. The two of them looked at each other and smiled slightly.
A faint soft wave flashed in Lin Yu's clear eyes. He glanced at Qi Xiang and said, "Qi Xiang, don't go up!"
Qi Xiang was stunned when she heard this, blinked her big watery eyes, looked at Lin Yu, and asked in surprise: "Why?"
Lin Yu smiled and shook his head, saying, "You are a girl, and you are the eldest lady of Zangjian Villa. That Wang Meng is a rough man. He has the best chance to compete with him."
Qi Xiang couldn't help but feel happy when she heard this. She had just opened her eyes, just like a female hero. Her little face was red at this time, and she was gentle like a kitten, burying her head very low, with a smile.
I responded softly.
"Brother Lin, then I'll go and deal with this guy!" A Feng said with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Brother-in-law, why use a ox knife to kill a chicken? I just took this kid to test the knife and see how powerful my Xuan Lei Art is?" Yan Yun had the courage from somewhere and actually volunteered.
Lin Yu, Afeng, and Qi Xiang were all stunned when they heard this, and they all looked at Yan Yun. He felt a little embarrassed when he saw it, like a child who had made a mistake, scratching his hand.
Head.
Regarding the five-elephant magical power left by Mr. Luo Feng, no matter any of the elephants, it can seize the fortune of heaven and earth, make mountains and rivers roar and ghosts cry! Lin Yu and Afeng believe in this.
"Yan Yun, your martial arts are not good enough, you can't beat that guy who is as fierce as a tiger!" Qi Xiang blinked her big watery eyes and said softly.
"Hmph, why can't my martial arts be good? I'm more than enough to defeat that guy!" Yan Yun said in discontently.
At this time, Yan Yun was in a prosperous and energetic moment. Like other young young people who had just entered the world, he was still full of blood to become famous in his bones. In fact, he knew very well in his heart that only such a thing is true.
Only by fighting with blood can one become stronger and avenge the bloody feud of the family!
How could Lin Yu and A Feng not see it? Yan Yun’s eyes showed stubbornness and desire. After looking at each other, they nodded one after another, patted his left and right shoulders, and encouraged:
"Yan Yun, go, be careful!"
Yan Yun originally thought that Lin Yu and his brother-in-law Afeng would stop him, but he didn't expect that they would agree. He couldn't help but feel happy. He nodded vigorously and responded: "Brother Lin, brother-in-law, don't worry, you two, I have confidence.
Defeat that guy!”
Qi Xiangjiao snorted and said angrily: "How confident are you? Wang Meng, who shocked the tiger with one punch, really killed the tiger with one punch. It's amazing!"
"Hmph!" Yan Yun snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction.
Just as Lin Yu and others were talking, two more were knocked off the stage by Wang Meng, and in the end one was worse than the other. No matter what, the two who were defeated in front finally had a little human form, but the one behind the scenes
The two, probably even if their parents came, they would never recognize their son.
Seeing these, Lin Yu muttered gently in Yan Yun's ear: "For dealing with external skills like Wang Meng, you must remember to "work in one go, and then decline, and then exhaust three times." In this way, you will definitely be able to
Failed!"
Yan Yun was a little confused. Why did Lin Yu say this to him at this time, but he didn't think much about it. After reading it a few times, he nodded vigorously and replied: "Brother Lin, I'll write it down."
Now!"
Lin Yu saw that Yan Yun seemed to understand but he wanted to explain it to him, but when he reached his throat, he swallowed it back. "I heard someone talk a lot, even if I could recite it backwards, it would be better to myself."
Go and experience it once, come more profoundly!" This sentence is a sentence that he often said to Master Qingfeng Mountain.
"Whoever dares to challenge me, Wang Meng, hurry up and compete with me!" Wang Meng won four consecutive games, with a very proud look.
Everyone in the audience was already sighing at this time, wanting to slap the arrogance of this arrogant guy, but they were worried that their martial arts were not good enough and that they would end up like the previous four. Therefore, everyone looked at me,
I look at you, staring at you, hoping that someone can stand up and destroy this guy's arrogance.
Lin Yu glanced coldly at Wang Meng on the ring, then patted Yan Yun's shoulder lightly, and thousands of words were only integrated into two words: "Go!"
Yan Yun nodded vigorously, jumped up, landing on the ring like a swallow flying into the sky.
Seeing that the visitor was only a child who was sixteen or seventeen years old and was very gentle, Wang Meng was stunned at first and said sarcastically: "Little brother, are you still old and dare to come on stage to challenge me. I am still young,
Kneel down and kowtow three times, walk off the stage obediently, and I will let you go, how about it?"
Hearing Wang Meng's sarcasm, Yan Yun's expression was furious at first, then his eyes turned, he smiled coldly, and asked in surprise: "Gorilla, what did you say? Kowtow three times to me.
, I just want me to let you go?"
The audience members of the audience saw that the challenger on stage turned out to be a 16 or 17-year-old child, and they couldn't help but secretly sweat for him. In the eyes of these old people, this must be another young man who is ignorant of the world and is eager to become famous.
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Wang Meng originally wanted to play with Yan Yun, but unexpectedly, he was rebelled against Yijun. He was angry and pointed at Yan Yun with his fingers and shouted angrily: "You kid, you are looking for death!"
Although Yan Yun's expression was still smiling, his black eyes were as cold and chill as Afeng wanted to kill someone...
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Note 1 comes from: "Cao Gui's Discussion on the Battle" Zuo Qiuming [Pre-Qin] (the appendix of the relevant original text is as follows)
After defeating, the Duke asked the reason and replied, "War is courage. One fight, one blow, and then declines, and three times. He exhausts me, so he defeats it. It is difficult to predict the great country, and he is afraid of being hidden. I see that I see it.
The trajectory was chaotic, and the flag was gone, so I chased it."