Everyone's eyes were dull, staring at Zhuang Molong who was on the ground unable to get up.
The surroundings became silent.
Except for the noise of the guests in the distant hall, there was no other sound.
For a while.
"Molong!"
An elder of the banker shouted and anxiously rushed forward to help Zhuang Molong up.
"Brother Molong, are you okay?"
"Molong, how are you?"
"How could this be?"
Zhuang Hongyan and others rushed forward in a hurry, asking with concern.
Zhuang Shi and Zhuang Nanfei's minds had already gone blank.
Is this what Qin Ming did?
When did Qin Ming... become so powerful?
"I'm fine, I...I'm fine, I'm just...careless..."
Zhuang Molong, who was being helped up, said while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, but before the blood was wiped off, he started coughing violently again.
"Cough cough cough..."
Seeing Zhuang Molong's appearance, everyone was a little surprised.
"Since you're fine, let's continue." At this time, an indifferent voice came.
Everyone's skin trembled and they all looked towards the source of the sound.
Only then did he see Qin Ming walking over.
"Qin Ming! The duel is over! What else do you want to do?" a banker shouted.
"It's over? But I didn't hear Zhuang Molong admit defeat." Qin Ming said.
"This..." The banker didn't know how to answer.
Zhuang Molong immediately gritted his teeth and showed hatred in his eyes.
If he admits defeat in public, what's the difference between kneeling down to Qin Ming? His face must not be completely embarrassed?
At that time, their family will also be criticized by others in the bookmaker.
After all, Qin Ming is a bastard!
"Zhuang Molong, you still won't admit defeat?" Zhuang Nanfei shouted.
"Why admit defeat? I haven't lost yet!" Zhuang Molong couldn't help it anymore, roared wildly, pushed away the people next to him, and rushed towards Qin Ming again.
Whoosh!
The sharp sword burst out with blood.
"Blood Dragon Sword Technique!"
Someone exclaimed!
At this time, Zhuang Molong finally used the strongest swordsmanship that he was proud of.
Zhuang Molong's Blood Dragon Sword Technique has been cultivated to the sixth level. The blade of the sword is cold and the tip of the sword is like a dragon. It is unstoppable. The color of the world changes when it comes out, and the ghosts and gods are shocked.
This kind of sword power alone is unstoppable, let alone the power of the sword!
"Qin Ming! Be careful!" Zhuang Nanfei said sadly!
"A Ming, stay away!"
Zhuang Shi rushed over, trying to block Qin Ming's sword.
But the sword was too powerful, and he couldn't get past it!
This sword is unbeatable.
Everyone's eyes widened, and their hearts were in their throats.
With such a terrifying sword power, this move might kill Qin Ming!
Zhuang Molong is really ruthless.
Many people have thoughts on their minds.
But the next second.
Bah!
A strange sound came out, and then...
call!
A strong wind burst out from Qin Ming's side!
It's sword power!
The sword power released by Zhuang Molong's Blood Dragon Sword Technique...dissipated.
Everyone hurriedly looked over there, just one glance, everyone seemed to be struck by lightning, and they all stayed where they were...
Qin Ming raised his hand, pinched it gently with his fingers, and clamped Zhuang Molong's sword firmly.
The terrifying long sword stopped just a few inches in front of Qin Ming.
No further progress will be made...
"impossible!!"
Someone screamed out loud.
Zhuang Molong's eyes were also widened, his face was covered in cold sweat, and he looked at Qin Ming in front of him tremblingly.
His sword... was actually caught by Qin Ming!
how so?
How strong is this Qin Ming...?
"interesting!"
Qin Ming seemed angry, his eyes turned cold, and he suddenly moved his fingers.
Bang!
The blade of the sharp sword in Zhuang Molong's hand was broken directly by Qin Ming's fingers, and then his fingers were as fast as lightning and stabbed towards Zhuang Molong's body.
This was clearly a plan to kill Zhuang Molong.
"Qin Ming! What are you doing?"
"stop!"
Everyone shouted anxiously and rushed over like crazy.
At this moment, a figure had already moved ahead of time, quickly approached Qin Ming, and kicked him.
Qin Ming frowned, looking at the fierce soles of his feet, he had no choice but to retreat.
Bang!
The sole of his foot still kicked forward, but Qin Ming blocked it with his hands. However, because he was too hasty, even though the force of the sole of his foot was not strong, it still made Qin Ming retreat continuously, making it difficult to stand firm.
"Brother?"
Zhuang Shi hurriedly came closer to support Qin Ming, staring at this figure with angry eyes, which was Zhuang Taiqing!
"Qin Ming! You are so bold, you actually want to kill Mo Long?" Zhuang Taiqing shouted.
"I killed him? You stopped me? Just now he wanted to kill me, why didn't you stop him? Uncle, you are so partial." Qin Ming said expressionlessly.
Zhuang Taiqing's face turned red and white, and he didn't know what to say back. He snorted and shouted: "Don't call me uncle! I don't have anyone like you in the banker!"
"Uncle, why do you say such things?" Zhuang Nanfei looked ugly.
"Brother! A Ming is my son after all. Isn't it too biased for you to go too far?" Zhuang Shi gritted his teeth.
"What are you talking about? I'm just telling the truth! His surname is Qin, not Zhuang!" Zhuang Taiqing snorted.
"you..."
Zhuang Shi was furious.
"Forget it, father, there is no point in arguing with them. Anyway, A Ming has won now, and that's enough! What do we care about?" Zhuang Nanfei tugged on Zhuang Shi and whispered.
"You're right! These people already dislike our family. If Amin wins, it's a slap in their face. I should be happy. Why bother fighting with them? Nanfei, Amin, let's go!"
Zhuang Shi hummed and left with Zhuang Nanfei and Qin Ming.
"Stop...stop!"
Zhuang Molong was still unwilling and wanted to keep the three of them, but was stopped by Zhuang Taiqing.
"Don't you think it's embarrassing enough?" Zhuang Taiqing shouted.
"Uncle, I..."
"Okay, don't explain! That Qin Ming is not something you can deal with! Save it!"
"hateful!"
Zhuang Molong punched the ground angrily, gritting his teeth.
Everyone was silent.
Zhuang Hongyan silently stared at Zhuang Molong, then said: "Uncle, how can this Qin Ming be so powerful? I remember that when he left my banker's house, his qualifications were mediocre, and he was not a martial arts wizard!"
"I don't know. Maybe this person went abroad and had some adventures or met some masters! I didn't expect this bastard from the fourth generation to be so bad now." Zhuang Taiqing secretly snorted.
"Uncle! How should we proceed with the contest to recruit a bride tomorrow? Should we continue to let Brother Mo Long take part?" Zhuang Hongyan asked cautiously.
"If he doesn't let him, who will he let?"
"Qin Ming may be a more suitable choice."
"Suitable? Hongyan, if he goes on stage, my banker will lose all face! His surname is Qin, and he is the son of your fourth uncle who had a romantic affair overnight. His name is not justified. If he is allowed to take the stage, he will be laughed at by the world.
No? No, no! Absolutely not, let’s continue to let Mo Long go." Zhuang Taiqing shook his head.
Zhuang Hongyan hesitated for a moment and nodded silently.
But for some reason, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.
