The Last Mecha

Chapter 140
"Growth is too fast. In the second ring, I saw that he and this guy surnamed Guo were at most a [-]-[-] split." Lu Shouliang sucked his teeth, recalling Wu Gou's punches and kicks just now in his mind, "He At the current level, I’m afraid I’m not as good as I have been in the school for a year. Ah Hong, I said you were a monster back then, but now I’ve changed my words, he is, you can’t compare.”

"Hmph, anyway, he must still beat me like this."

Li Yinghong didn't think so, she shook her head, and the two red ropes were spinning in the air.

"I have to think of some tricks in the future. This guy has entered the Xingyi Gate. I'm afraid your senior brother and I will lose our status."

Lu Shouliang rubbed his chin with a worried expression.

"Brother, do you think you have any status? I don't think you can beat me now, right?"

"Small sample? Brother is not beating you casually, but because you are cute."

"Yo, practice?"

"Practice, practice."

"Okay, you two, Master is not here to make noise."

Song Yunqian clapped his hands with a smile, who would have thought that these two live treasures would punch each other on the left and right, and they would immediately start to do it.

His smile dissipated immediately, and a condensed brilliance flashed in his eyes, and then his fists and feet crisscrossed, as fast as a dragon sailing out of the sea.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two muffled sounds came from mid-air, and the wind blew up. Song Yunqian rushed between the two with lightning speed, pushed down Lu Shouliang with his left hand, and overturned Li Yinghong with his right foot. The whole movement was so fast that only a few lines could be seen False shadows in mid-air.

After a set of flowing movements was over, Song Yunqian stood on one foot, bowed his hands and forearms at ninety degrees, and stood upright on the spot like a pine tree.

"What a dragon-shaped bone search." Li Yinghong lay on the ground and gave a thumbs up, "I'm still the big brother, and I will always be my big brother."

"I was forced by you. If I don't practice well, ten horses won't be able to hold you two. Okay, let's go. Master let us watch the ring. I don't expect to be hung on the beam as a ham again."

Song Yunqian sighed, and then walked out of the aisle with two guys on one left and one on the right. On the ring not far away, Shen Ziyan served as the referee, and the eyes of the two teenagers beside him sparkled.

"Hey, that, I recognize that pale-faced one, and he has a pretty good relationship with Wu Gou."

When Li Yinghong saw it, she immediately stretched out her finger.

"I know it too. Your second senior brother has been paying attention to Wu Gou these days. I even know the hairs on his two friends." Lu Shouliang shrugged, then turned his eyes, "It's his opponent, who is this? No What impression."

"It seems to be hissing." Song Yunqian took a deep breath and rubbed his head with his broad palm, but he still had no impression, "No, for the 39 people who participated in the six competitions, didn't Master Jiang let us all do back tunes?"

"Who is in charge of this person? At that time, each file was kept, and we didn't carefully count whether it was really 39." Lu Shouliang asked.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the answer from each other's eyeballs.

"Du Lanyue."

On the stage, Liu Shuying looked at the opponent in front of him.

He has a pointed face, narrow eyes, young age, and a row of fine hairs on his chin that moves in the wind. He is born with a thin and short frame, but his muscular arms are also solid, a typical short and dainty.

He looked at Liu Shuying, first grinned strangely, then stretched out a thumb, and stroked it flat on his neck.

Liu Shuying was displeased, but he didn't show anything, he just said in a deep voice: "Zhizimen, Qingping Sword, Liu Shuying."

The short boy on the opposite side bared his teeth and spoke a different name from the ones reported in the previous few rings.

His voice was not loud, only Liu Shuying and Shen Ziyan on the ring could hear, and at the same time, both of them frowned.

"Five Elements Pill? Want more?" Jiang Mulin looked at Wu Gou in front of him, and smiled faintly on the corner of his unshaven lips. Then he said nothing, reached out and took out the familiar small porcelain bottle from his arms, and flicked his wrist Shaking and poured out three more, "Take it, you played to my liking today, and it didn't waste my hard work these days."

"Thank you, Master Jiang."

Wu Gou took the three pills and wrapped them carefully in the kraft paper he had prepared earlier.

It was still used for health preservation. Since the battle with Huo Jianfeng, his energy level had jumped to 8, and the effect of the five elements pill for health preservation on Wu Gou had been greatly weakened.

But to Xu Qiuyu, it was still a good thing.

He raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him calmly. Although Jiang Mulin said that he was only allowed to learn martial arts before he had the title of master and apprentice, the content of boxing lectures in recent days has become more and more serious. Fat close to the Xingyimen itself, compared with serious apprentices, the difference is getting smaller and smaller.

Jiang Mulin has never been a rigid person. Although there are many rules externally, internally, he can do whatever he thinks cheaply, which also shows that in his heart, he is really bound to win.

Wu Gou felt that if he asked him directly now and asked for another five-element pill for practicing exercises, it might not be impossible to get it.

Forget it, he thought to himself, there's no need to rush this moment and do something that doesn't suit his personality.

"In terms of martial arts, you are indeed very talented and you can learn everything quickly, but you must also remember, I repeat, the fists and feet you practice from me are not allowed to bully ordinary people." Jiang Mulin looked at Wu Gou with a look He looked delighted, but he was also afraid that he would be too proud, so he added, "Fight well, our agreement is still there, and we saved your mother after six rounds."

"Ah."

Wu Gou nodded, in those dark eyes, the sky outside the window washed away like water.

Jiang Mulin patted Wu Gou's shoulder, and he suddenly realized that this was the first time that when he showed a little kindness to this young man, he didn't subconsciously show the intention to dodge.

So he hummed a little tune twice, turned around and waited to leave.

But at this moment, there was a sudden noise from the arena outside, it was very noisy, and there were many sources of sound.

A trace of displeasure appeared between Jiang Mulin's brows, and he thought to himself that he left for such a short while, and several apprentices couldn't even manage a ring well.

Wu Gou also heard the voice. He rolled his eyes, thinking that this was Liu Shuying's match, he didn't know why, and suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness hanging in the air.

The two walked out from the backyard one after the other, and saw the entire arena in chaos.

The first among them was a middle-aged man in a long robe and a black top hat, his eyes were red with wrinkles squeezed into two slits, his withered fingers were bent into claws and waved in the air, shouting vague words, Lu Shouliang pulled him with all his strength behind him, loudly persuading him, but it didn't work at all.

In the center of the arena was Liu Shuying who fell head-on to the ground. Several pools of dark red blood gathered under him, with pink foam.

(End of this chapter)