I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 42 Who is stronger

Song Boyu was just leaning close to the other's ear, and whispered: "You don't want to teach me, but I can understand. I don't want your trick in vain. Don't look at my young age, I know a lot. I can use one to point directly at the foundation building. I'd like to exchange my skills with you...what did you say?"

At the end of the sentence, Song Boyu's voice suddenly became louder.

Lu Qiuming pushed Song Boyu away, he seemed not used to being so close to people, his ears were slightly red, and repeated:

"I said I can teach you, but I can't guarantee that you will learn it. If you want to use advanced skills in exchange, I won't object. However, you must be able to defeat me openly on the stage!"

Song Boyu was very happy after hearing this. He patted the man's thigh and said with a smile: "I told you earlier, no problem! But you can't act rogue and regret it later."

Lu Qiuming pushed Song Boyu's hand away again and said seriously: "As long as you can beat me, I will tell you what I know. But I can't guarantee whether you can understand it."

If someone else had said this, Song Boyu might have felt that the other person was trying to evade, but what Lu Qiuming said made people feel sincere and worthy of belief.

While the two were talking, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and the wealthy businessmen and leaders of the three religions and nine schools in the front row all stood up.

The finalists also stood up one after another, and Song Boyu and Lu Qiuming also stood up and looked around.

Song Boyu simply stood on the chair because he was too short.

I saw a tall and thin middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in rich clothes and a big cloak, surrounded by a group of people like stars holding the moon, and slowly walked over.

This person is none other than Jiao Tianyu, the leader of the warriors. As a monk, he is willing to hang out with ordinary people, and he has become very famous.

At the beginning of the Golden Chamber Fighting Banquet, Song Boyu had seen it from a distance, but it was not clear, but now he saw it clearly.

However, this person gave him a feeling that was very cold, even more chilling than the Yin spirit energy in his body.

Song Boyu didn't know if this was his illusion, but this feeling was indeed uncomfortable. He thought to himself:

"Maybe it's some kind of Yin Tao method he practices?"

Jiao Tianyu greeted everyone in a very elegant manner, then pressed his hands to let everyone sit down, and then he also sat down.

The old man in gorgeous clothes who presided over the ceremony yesterday came on stage again. He once again spoke politely and showed off the gold cabinet and three piles of silver, which immediately set the scene on fire.

The 3000 taels of silver were divided into three piles and placed there like hills, giving people a strong sense of impact.

Among the crowd, Granny Li couldn't help but sigh: "1000 taels of silver is really not a small amount! In our city, it is enough to buy two excellent courtyard houses."

"If you really have that much money, it would be enough to buy a courtyard house. Wouldn't it be better to invest the rest in my mother-in-law's clothing store, so that you can directly secure a cash cow."

An embroiderer joked with a smile, his eyes full of envy.

"I wonder who can get these 1000 taels of silver and gold. I heard that wealthy businessmen would look down upon her and even recruit her as their son-in-law!"

Another young woman around 30 years old said.

Xiu Niang stepped on her feet and looked hard. She didn't feel much about the silver, she just wanted to find her brother quickly.

The first round of competition is a battle between hard and soft realms.

To be shortlisted for the top eight, they are already strong and soft. Some people even deliberately stayed at this level for nearly a year just to shine in the Golden Chamber.

The young man led by the white fat Master Wo entered the quarterfinals, but unfortunately his strength was limited. He was defeated as soon as he came on the field and was greeted with boos.

The battle in the realm of hardness and softness is quite exciting in the eyes of ordinary people, and it is not bad in the eyes of ordinary warriors, but it is just like that to Song Boyu and others.

When the championship match came out, Song Boyu rubbed his sleepy eyes and watched the man put 1000 taels into a small box and carry it. His expression finally changed, and his eyes became serious and sharp.

The old man in gorgeous clothes came on the stage again and roared with great energy: "Now for the second round of the Golden Chamber Fight. This round is a competition in the realm of internal strength. You can still use weapons. The sword has no eyes, but you cannot give in to other players. Time to kill!"

The blindfolded Lu Qiuming whispered to Song Boyu: "I heard that there were cases in the past where finalists still killed people after others admitted defeat and begged for mercy. In the end, they were killed by Jiao Kuishou. The referees in the finals are all strong foundation builders. If you When you encounter someone you can't defeat, just throw your weapons and admit defeat, and you will definitely save your life."

Song Boyu listened, but fixed his eyes on the fat white man, nodded slightly, and others didn't know what he was thinking.

As if he had some kind of feeling, or maybe Fatty Bai had thought this way for a long time, he suddenly turned around and wiped his neck with his hands towards Song Boyu, with a fierce look in his eyes.

At this moment, the old man in Chinese clothes shouted: "Please invite contestant Song Boyu and contestant Wo Gaofei to compete on the stage!"

Song Boyu smiled, bent his knees slightly, exerted all his strength, turned over in a beautiful golden swallow, and jumped directly onto the stage.

Among the crowd, Xiu Niang heard her brother's name and her heart beat faster. She tried her best to stand on tiptoes and looked up, holding the basket she was carrying with both hands.

Everyone, including Granny Li, looked strange. They didn't expect Xiu Niang's brother to actually enter the finals of the Golden Chamber Battle.

The bald man Chu Changshou shouted loudly at this time and tried his best to cheer for Song Boyu, like a new fan leader.

There was a fat black man in a tattered shaman costume. He was staring at Song Boyu and kept cursing in a low voice: "It's this kid who has made the Sa family so miserable. It's even more shameful that the Sa family can't beat him. He is really his grandma's! I hope you will be punished." The opponent was stabbed to death.”

Wo Gaofei also wanted to stand out on stage, but he was too fat and could not be as light as Song Boyu, so he had to walk slowly from the front row to the ring.

Today's referee is very familiar to Song Boyu. He is the old man who performed the performance test the day before yesterday.

Song Boyu bowed his hands to the old man respectfully, and the old man smiled and nodded while stroking his beard.

After the fat white man Wo Gaofei came on stage, he stood with his hands behind his back. He had no intention of saluting the old man. He pointed his nostrils towards Song Boyu and was about to taunt him.

The old referee was slightly displeased and said coldly: "The players are in position and the game begins."

Song Boyu had already pricked up his ears and waited for the referee's announcement. As soon as the referee announced, he immediately bowed his waist, held the hilt of the long sword in his right hand, rushed forward suddenly, and drew the sword in an arc.

His action caused a burst of exclamation from the warriors who had watched his match.

"Kuai Jian Boy actually took the initiative to attack?"

"It turns out he doesn't only know how to defend and counterattack."

"The fat white guy doesn't seem to have reacted. Is he going to end the battle quickly again?"

……

On the ring, Wo Gaofei had no time to curse, and could no longer maintain the image of a master standing with his hands behind his back. He turned into a ball of meat and rolled dexterously, barely dodging Song Boyu's first sword.

Song Boyu didn't intend to give Wo Gaofei a chance to breathe at all. He fixed his legs, kicked hard a few times, jumped up, and stabbed the meat ball from top to bottom with the sword in his right hand.

Wo Gaofei didn't hide this time but smiled instead. He suddenly pulled out his four-knuckle stick from his wide sleeves and swung it upwards.

The four-section stick merged together, and a triangular gun blade emerged from the end, which instantly turned into a three-edged spear thorn. The gun blade was about to pierce Song Boyu's lower abdomen.

Song Boyu seemed to have known this for a long time. He drew out his dagger with his free left hand and slashed hard at the spear thorn, making a roar of gold and stone.

In the blink of an eye, he had already slid down the gun, and the blade of the long sword sank directly into the right side of the opponent's chest, piercing it through.

He still held back and did not stab the opponent's heart.

It's not a woman's kindness, but at this moment, killing someone on the spot will definitely cause big trouble. If Jiao Tianyu kills him, there will be no explanation.

If the lungs are punctured, the person will have to stay in bed for at least half a year, and the bad breath will be enough.

Song Boyu swung the back of his dagger hard and hit the opponent's wrist, knocking the spear off directly. He said in a cold voice: "It seems that your fists are not as strong as my words. Give up, I won't kill you."

(End of this chapter)