Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 165
  "You, you actually made fun of me and ignored you." Lan Wei bit her plump lips and said angrily, her expression was shy and charming, and there was no way she meant to ignore you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jia Cong held back his smile and hurriedly apologized, saying: "Cong didn't mean to make fun of him in the slightest. It's because this nickname, um... is indeed outstanding and a little cute, which is very suitable for everyone."

Lan Wei believed him, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "The third master hasn't come to see Weier for so long, but he has already forgotten about her?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Everyone Lan, you have wrongly blamed me. I didn't come back after Qian'er went to Yangzhou."

Lan Wei smiled and said: "Wei'er is very familiar with the romantic affairs of the third master in the south of the Yangtze River. One moment, life grows up and one hates the water forever. The other moment, the flow of information leads to the depths of the flower. The next moment, the golden wind and jade dew meet again. It really teaches me. People envy the person in the poem."

"Lan, what you are saying is really deceiving. People write poems for you every day. What else do you envy?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Lan Wei sighed quietly: "How can the poems written by ordinary people compare to the immortal pen of the third master?"

Jia Cong felt proud and said, "Now that I have some free time, Cong can just write a poem for everyone in Lan."

"Is this true? The third master is a great hero, so he must not break his trust with this little girl." Lan Wei's eyes lit up.

Well, it seems that he fell into the trap. Jia Cong thought for a while and said: "That's natural, but everyone knows that whether Cong sings or writes poems, there is a fee."

Lan Wei thought about the first time she was "charged" by him that night, and two red clouds rose up on her face. She stroked her pretty face and whispered: "For Third Master's good poems, Wei'er will just pay."

"It's a deal..." Jia Cong laughed, and suddenly heard someone shout, "Brother Cong!"

Looking up, he saw a group of nobles coming slowly on horseback. They hurriedly said goodbye to Lan Wei, and went up to greet her. He cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Greetings to your two highnesses." Looking over the shoulders of the two princes, he saw Princess Ruyi dressed in men's clothing behind her. Smiling and nodding, he received a big eye roll in response.

"I came here to see what you can do. Don't let us down." Sun Can said with a smile.

"Well done, you three! Cong Dang won't let the three of you go home disappointed." Jia Cong said proudly with his hands raised.

"Haha, okay! Let's go in first." The two princes returned the favor.

Princess Ruyi walked past him, looked at the gorgeous sedan, and said coldly: "Deng Tuzi, you have a good match wherever you go." After saying this, she ignored him, urged her horse and left.

Jia Cong touched his nose helplessly, I provoked you, why are you so mean, you girl with big breasts and no brains.

As if sensing Jia Cong's dissatisfaction, Princess Ruyi turned around and glared over.

Jia Cong hurriedly nodded and bowed to apologize. Damn, I really can't afford to offend him, so I'd better stay away from him.

Princess Ruyi snorted and went.

"Brother Cong, are those people just now His Royal Highness the Prince?" Su Can and others came over and asked.

Jia Cong nodded: "Your Highness the Second, Your Highness the Tenth."

"Brother Cong seems to be a little too polite about the third person." Su Can said with a smile. He could naturally tell that it was a female.

Jia Cong patted his shoulder and sighed: "Believe me, you'd better not know her."

Everyone was secretly frightened. Could it be that he was more powerful than the prince? No wonder Dao Zilong was so humble.

"That person in the sedan chair?" Zhang Yi pointed at him with a ghostly look, a pair of mung bean eyes showing an ambiguous look.

Everyone smiled, Zilong indeed lived up to his reputation as a talented man.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "It's Lan Wei and everyone. As for how they look, don't ask. We'll find out when we meet in the evening."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they wished they could see through the sedan chair and see the elegance of Shenjing's leaders.

"What are you looking at? Everyone has left." Jia Cong smiled and led a few people into the room.

The stadium is already crowded with people. Today is the last day and the highlight of the martial arts test. The most exciting part is the combat subject! The literary test accounts for 5% of the weight, the combat test accounts for 3%, and other archery and strength subjects account for 2%.

Nine square arenas have been set up in the open space. All the candidates are divided into 9 groups and fight against each other on the arena. There are weapon racks under the ring, including swords, guns, clubs, axes, hooks and forks, all of which are made of wood to avoid killing people.

On each side of each arena stands an elite instructor from the Beijing Army, acting as an examiner and referee.

Jia Cong calculated in his mind that if they were evenly distributed, each group would have about seventy people, and each province would have about 2-3 people in each group.

Everyone looked at the grouping situation before coming. Jia Cong, Su Can and others were not grouped together.

The nine groups were arranged in order of the thousand-character text, and Jia Cong was assigned to the Tianzi Platform, which is the middle arena.

"Each candidate goes to his or her own arena to wait for the exam!" the examiner shouted loudly, and all the candidates hurriedly gathered around their own arena. Jia Cong was overjoyed, why is the master here?

It turns out that Niu Jizong specially transferred the Imperial Guard instructor Zhenshan Tai Sui Wang to be the referee of the arena that day.

Each examiner walked onto the stage and announced the rules of the battle.

"Each candidate must compete nine times, and a total of 32 candidates from each group will be selected for re-examination."

Jia Cong nodded, this is what the group stage and finals mean.

The Tianzitai examiner pointed to a wooden box and said with a smile: "Everyone's names are in this wooden box. Each battle will be decided by drawing lots. However, this does not have to be the case for the first battle. If anyone wants to go on stage first, he can take the initiative to go on stage. .”

Everyone was silent for a moment, thinking in their minds whether they would suffer if they went up first or if they went up last.

Jia Cong smiled slightly, pulled out a white wax pole from the weapons rack on the sidelines, jumped onto the stage, raised his hands in all directions and said: "Jia Cong from Shenjing, get the first prize first."

"Okay! Jia Zilong is indeed brave." As he said, the examiner took out the wooden sign with Jia Cong's name on it, threw it into an empty box next to it, and randomly took out another wooden sign.

"Guangxi Meng Gang! Come on stage!"

Meng Gang quickly picked up a gun and jumped onto the stage.

"The rules of the battle are as follows. Stop when asked to stop. Anyone who dares to violate will be deposed. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

"Battle!" The examiner sounded the gong.

Jia Cong looked at the gun tip wrapped in thick white cloth and dipped in lime. As long as it hit a person, it would be clear and clear.

"Brother, please stop." Jia Cong waved his wooden gun and said with a smile.

Meng Gang was a little angry. The kid opposite him was too trusting. With your exquisite skills, how powerful can you be at your age? No need to be verbose, since you want to support me, I will send you down.

"Watch the move!" Meng Gang shouted loudly, and the man followed the gun, and the gun tip pierced Jia Cong's chest. Although they were wrapped in white cloth, these martial arts were performed by strong people. If they were stabbed hard, their muscles and bones would be broken.

"Well done!" Jia Cong scolded, and with a flick of the stick, he neutralized his attack. He swung it with the force and slapped him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Meng Gang screamed in pain and wanted to get up and fight again, but the gun point was already pointed at his throat.

"Jia Cong from Shenjing wins!" the examiner shouted loudly.

Everyone in the audience was a little surprised. Jia Zilong really had some skills and defeated his opponent in one move. It was also his fault that Meng Gang, a reckless man, was too impulsive.

Niu Jizong, the second prince and others on the stage looked at the Tianzi stage and laughed when they saw Jia Cong winning the first battle.

Princess Ruyi curled her lips and said: "Jia Cong's opponent is too weak. I will go up and guarantee that I will kill him with one sword."

The two princes looked at each other and smiled, not daring to laugh, and hurriedly agreed: "Ruyi, your swordsmanship is passed down by famous masters, how can it be compared to the kung fu of these three-legged cats with mud legs?"

Princess Ruyi was very impressed and nodded: "You two are very discerning."

Tianzitai

Jia Cong couldn't help but glance at Wang Jin, wanting to see what he thought of his move, but seeing his stone-cold face expressionless, he was a little disappointed. The teacher must have thought that winning was too easy and not worth mentioning. .

He then raised his hands and said, "Sir, since one person has to fight nine times, how many more times can Cong wish to fight?"

Everyone couldn't help but started to make noises. Jia Cong was a little arrogant. According to the rules, after a fight, everyone had to wait for everyone to finish before playing the second round, a total of nine rounds. If he fights continuously, he will be at a huge disadvantage. Could it be that his martial arts skills are really that high?

"This is fine according to the rules," the examiner hesitated slightly and said, "But Mr. Cong, aren't you afraid of suffering too much?"

"It doesn't matter, if Cong's power is not sustainable, it won't be too late to continue."

"Okay! Since Mr. Cong is so excited, I think you all have no objections." The examiner smiled and pulled out another wooden sign: "Guizhou Liu Yao, come on stage."

Another strong man jumped on the stage, holding a wooden Guan Dao, the blade also dipped in lime powder.

"Third Master, please stop." Liu Yao learned from the experience of the previous one and did not waste any attacks. He just laid out his stance and allowed Jia Cong to attack, first seeing his path clearly.

"Then be careful!" Jia Cong smiled slightly, pointed his gun forward, and the gun tip was moving randomly, with false and true signals, covering his opponent's vital points.

Liu Yao was a little panicked. He had never seen such exquisite marksmanship before, so he just swung the Guandao. But the Guandao is a fierce and powerful weapon. There are so many variations in marksmanship, and it is not suitable for defense.

After one or two moves, Jia Cong found a flaw, and Jia Cong shouted, "Go!"

Liu Yao felt a pain in his chest and took three steps back, leaving a dazzling white spot on his chest. He could only shake his head with a smile.

"Shenjing Jia Cong, win!"

"Come again!" Jia Cong shouted.

"Henan Li Lin, come on!"

"Shenjing Jia Cong, win!"

"Hunan Zhang Hu, come on!"

"Shenjing Jia Cong, win!"

"Jiangxi Du Ming, come on!"

"Shenjing Jia Cong, win!"

……

Everyone in the audience was stunned. They also looked at the actions of other people on the stage. They saw that Jia Cong was not blushing or breathless. He had won nine games in a row. No one could stop him for more than ten rounds. He was indeed worthy of being appointed by His Majesty. "Zilong".

Jia Cong came off the stage and passed by Wang Jin. He couldn't help but whisper: "Master, is Cong okay?"

Wang Jin looked straight, moved his lips slightly, and whispered: "We will talk to Jie Yuan later."

Jia Cong smiled and nodded. He was also looking forward to fighting against Jieyuan from various provinces.
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  In the stands, Princess Ruyi opened her little mouth wide, stared at Jia Cong, covered her mouth and said: "Old Shi, you never told me that Jia Cong is so powerful. To defeat these moves is like chopping melons and vegetables." Bastard, Since he is so powerful, he actually made fun of me during the competition with me that day and used such obscene tricks! asshole! Obscene! Thief!
  Sun Chi said with a smile: "I didn't say he wasn't powerful. But it's just so-so. Unless I face Jieyuan, I'm afraid I won't be able to test Brother Cong's real skills with just these people."

Niu Jizong nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that after Duke Xianrong passed on his martial arts in a dream, and with the guidance of a senior general in the army, Brother Cong's martial arts cannot be judged by common sense."

Sun Chi smiled and said: "If I hadn't broken the rules, I would really like to have a fight with Brother Cong. Forget it, when I pass the martial arts exam, I will ask him to fight again."

"Yes, give him a good beating!" Princess Ruyi said, covering her little fist.

On the VIP table next to the general ordering platform, four women wearing veils were whispering. There were a large circle of empty seats around them, and there were more than twenty strong men guarding them on the outside, surrounding them. These are the four most popular names in the Fengyue world in Shenjing today: Baihualou Lanwei, Zuixinlou Chaolu, Fengyulou Suhe, and Qilou Renshu.

These four people are both friends and competitors. When courtesans reach their level, they are considered lonely masters and have few friends.

Ren Shu said: "Sister Wei, is this Jia Cong so powerful? I think he is really brave as Zhao Zilong."

Lan Wei smiled and said: "Shu'er has a crush on you? Do you need sister to introduce you?"

Ren Shu spat and said, "Who doesn't know that Jia Cong was once my sister's guest at the wedding, and my sister was willing to part with the fat in her mouth?"

Su Ho smiled and said: "This Jia Zilong is not only highly skilled in martial arts, he is also the most talented man since the founding of the country. He can also play the piano, sing, and write poems and lyrics. I heard that he wrote a song for his sister. What does it mean? "

Chao Lu joked, "I've only heard people say that Xiang Zhuang's sword dance is for Pei Gong, and Zilong's singing is for Pei Gong. I wonder who it is for?"

The other three people all laughed coquettishly. Lan Wei's face turned red. Fortunately, it was covered by a veil, but the shame in her eyes could not be concealed. She spat: "I've made a fool of you three. Let me tell you, He has just promised to give me a poem, so don't cry and beg me to introduce him to you."

The three of them were shocked. With Jia Cong's literary talent of "If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night", if he writes a good poem, it will be enough to help Lan Wei completely overwhelm the three of them. One person instead of four people.

No matter how many so-called talents they have under their skirts, it's just a joke.

The three of them hurriedly pulled Lan Wei and said coquettishly: "Good sister, we are just joking, how about you spare us this time? At least introduce Jia Zilong to us, okay?"

Lan Wei sneered and said with ill intentions: "You three prodigals, you are so promiscuous as soon as you see a young gentleman with both civil and military skills? Let me tell you, Jia Cong charges for writing poems. "

The three people hurriedly said: "If it is a good poem, why should I waste thousands of dollars?"

Lan Wei said: "He is now in the business of the Immortal Winery. Is he still short of money?"

"What does that mean, sister?"

Lan Wei pulled the three of them with a wicked smile and whispered: "He wants to..."

ah! The three of them blushed and backed away at the same time, saying angrily: "Bah, holding on to poetry and pictures, despicable, shameless, filthy, and a bastard. Sister, after all, you are the leader of the top four, but you still spoil him."

Lan Wei covered her mouth and said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, he is my sister's favorite man. You pretentious sluts are not allowed to compete with me."

The three of them laughed in unison to show their disdain, but then they thought about it and realized that Jia Cong was not bad either. He came from a wealthy family and had a bright future. He was young and wealthy, had both civil and military skills, was handsome and unrestrained, and had a passionate temperament, unlike that Yumu. The idiot seemed to be the perfect candidate for a rich husband. They all couldn't help but swallowed their saliva. He was such a lovely young man.

"What do you three want to do?" Lan Wei asked warily.

Chaolu rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Sister, I'm afraid that the Duke's palace is too high-ranking for me and other people in the world to enter. Even if Jia Cong is interested, can the elders in his family agree? If so, he can live in the outer room. Well, I’m afraid I’ll be deceived and lose my personal fortune.”

Su He and Ren Shu also felt sad and nodded: "Sister, please be more careful."

Lan Wei smiled slightly and said: "I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if I am ruthlessly abandoned, I can't be ashamed." She thought to herself that if she was blind and made the wrong payment, she would deserve misfortune. Instead of being locked up in a brothel and sold out under a price tag, it's better to fight to the death. The other three people were shocked and said: "Sister, how can I be so sure? Please help me."

Lan Wei chuckled: "You three little hooves, just now you swore that this person is vulgar and shameless, what do you want me to support you now?"

Chao Lu said shyly, "I like those who are vulgar and shameless."

Su Ho said coquettishly: "I am loyal and courageous. I just want to share the burden for my sister. I think he is so strong and brave. My sister may not be able to handle it alone."

Ren Shu was worthy of the title of heroine, and said coldly: "If you don't exploit this prodigal son in love, how can he be allowed to harm a good family outside? Isn't it a chivalrous act to stand idly by and watch?"

"You guys..." Lan Wei was completely shocked by the shamelessness of the three of them, and smiled helplessly: "If outsiders knew that the top three leaders in Shenjing City were so virtuous, they would be shocked."

"They are just some fat sheep, how can we take them seriously?"

After saying that, the four of them laughed together.

Lan Wei deliberately mentioned Jia Cong today out of helplessness. She knew that Jia Cong had no shortage of beauties around him, so she had to bring these three most beautiful sisters together to increase the weight of tempting Jia Cong. After thinking about it again, I felt a little relieved. If the four leaders of the trip came together, the chances of charming Jia Cong would be much greater.
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  Jia Cong won nine games in a row, which not only stimulated the audience, but also stimulated everyone.

As long as the Jieyuan from each province takes the field, there will be no continuous battles. Anyway, the probability of encountering the Jieyuan from the same group is extremely small, so there is nothing to worry about.

The sun was getting higher, it was almost noon, and the group match was not over yet. A sergeant brought food to the students so that they could eat before fighting.

Jia Cong rested for a long time and his physical strength had already recovered. Su Can and others had already qualified and were resting in the waiting area.

At the beginning of the application period, all the competitions were finally completed, and 32 finalists were selected to compete for the honor of being the first in the martial arts examination. With this honor, even if the final ranking in the final examination is worse, the Shangguan will be replaced. Those who treat each other with eyes and can fight will always be more convincing in the army.

The examiner walked up to the ring in the center and loudly announced the list of shortlisted candidates. Except for Jieyuan from each province, they were all heroes who had won nine games in the shortest time.

Jia Cong is among them.

In the first round, thirty-two advance to sixteen.

Except for the Tianzi Arena, the other eight arenas started at the same time.

"Guangdong Su Can vs. Guangxi Shi Xiao."

"Shandong Deng Lei vs. Guizhou Weida."

"Hebei Zhang Yi vs. Hubei Lu Tingchang."

"Jiangnan Zhao Lingkong vs. Fujian Lin Chao."

……

The audience cheered one after another, and the sound became louder and louder. Finally, it was time to show off. This round was almost a wonderful showdown between masters.

Eight solutions to eight sub-units.

Jia Cong was also excited, his palms were sweating, and he was eager to fight, but it was not his turn this time.

Boom! The gong sounded, and eight arenas started fighting at the same time.

Jia Cong looked at Su Can for a while, Deng Lei for a while, and Zhang Yi for a while. He was dazzled by the sight. They were all masters, and their skills were extremely hard, and they had endless clever tricks, which was amazing.

In the group stage just now, Su Can used different weapons in every battle. It was obvious that he had a wide range of skills, but now he did not dare to be too bold. He used a long spear. His marksmanship was sharp and dazzling. He steadily suppressed his opponent. It was only a matter of time before he won. .

Deng Lei, Zhao Lingkong, Zhang Yi and others also used their own tricks to gain the upper hand.

Jia Cong smiled slightly, Jie Yuan is Jie Yuan. It seems that they all still have a lot of unique tricks in reserve, are they waiting for a blockbuster later?

As expected, in less than a stick of incense time, all eight arena battles were over, and all eight Jieyuans eliminated their opponents without exception.

The examiner quickly came to the stage and read out the list of the second batch of battles.

When Jia Cong heard the name, he picked up a wooden spear and walked onto the Xuanzi Arena.

"Zilong, don't be careless." Su Can and Deng Lei warned him as they passed by him after waiting.

Jia Cong laughed and said, "Don't worry." My big gun was already hungry and thirsty.

Jia Cong's opponent is Peng Lianbao, Yayuan of Shaanxi Province, who is about 27 or 28 years old, has a strong build and carries a wooden mace.

Jia Cong couldn't help but laugh. When everyone uses wooden weapons, those who use short weapons, such as knives, swords, etc., or heavy weapons, such as broadswords, maces, and copper hammers, are the most disadvantaged, because wooden weapons are basically useless. The power of these weapons cannot be exerted. The short ones are not sharp, and the heavy ones are not heavy. They are really using their own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points.

In comparison, those who use weapons such as guns, spears, sticks, and sticks have the most advantage. They are generally used with or without spearheads, and there is not much difference. Therefore, there are only gun and stick instructors in the world. I have never heard of a broadsword instructor, a mace instructor, or a bronze hammer instructor.

Peng Lianbao was also a little embarrassed. This wooden mace was indifferent to ordinary people, but it was a bit of a disadvantage to deal with experts. He handed it over and said: "Master Cong, please enlighten me."

"You're welcome." Jia Cong returned the favor with his hand. It was probably because Niu Jizong used some of his "knowledge" in the examination room to arrange opponents for himself.

Boom! The gong sounds and the battle begins.

Peng Lianbao was the first to start, and with a loud roar, the mace hit his head like thunder, causing a strong wind.

Jia Cong secretly laughed in his heart. If you were using a serious mace, how much more would I give you? Now, do you want to scare people with this wooden thing?

At that moment, he raised his gun horizontally, and with a clever move in his hand, he flicked it up.

Peng Lianbao also became accustomed to it, thinking that the other party could only dodge. If the weapon used was a heavy weapon weighing tens of kilograms, who would dare to parry like this?

But this light wooden mace, when touched, not only cannot hurt the opponent, but is bounced high by the extremely elastic white wax rod, and it is too late to stop it.

"Look at the gun!" Jia Cong shouted coldly, flicked his wrist, and the white wax rod shot out like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, hitting several vital points on the opponent's chest and abdomen.

Peng Lianbao was not mediocre either. He missed a move first and did not panic. He took several steps back and danced his mace like a wheel to resist Jia Cong's airtight attack.

However, the mace was born to be used to destroy cities and strongholds. It is an offensive weapon that relies on powerful crushing. It is not suitable for long-term defense, let alone when the opportunity is lost.

Sure enough, more than 20 people passed by, Jia Cong saw the opportunity, flipped the barrel of the gun, and hit him on both wrists with two snaps.

Peng Lianbao felt pain in his bones. He couldn't hold it anymore and dropped the mace to the ground.

"Jia Cong from Shenjing wins!" the examiner shouted loudly.

"Concession." Jia Cong smiled and cupped his hands. If he had used serious weapons, he would not have won so easily.

Peng Lianbao smiled bitterly and held up his hands: "The third master's tricks are exquisite, I admire them." It means that he didn't use his strength.

Jia Cong laughed and said, "Next time, why not choose a weapon you like and fight again."
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  "Okay!" Seeing Jia Cong win another round, Niu Jizong, Sun Can and others on the stage applauded.

"Brother Cong, this guy really has some skills." Sun Chi said with a smile.

"My men are not defeated yet." Princess Ruyi snorted.

Sun Can wondered: "Why is this?"

"He lost the competition with me a while ago." Princess Ruyi said with a guilty conscience.

"I don't believe it, Ruyi, you are boasting nonsense again." Sun Chi said with a smile.

"Bah, if you don't believe me, go back and ask him, can this princess lie?" Princess Ruyi said angrily.

Sun Chi saw that she looked confident and confident, and she didn't look like she was lying, so he said, "Then tell me, how did he lose?"

"He...he..." Princess Ruyi couldn't help but blush when she thought of Jia Cong's dirty tricks that day. She became angry and said: "If you lose, you lose. What's there to say? Ask him and see if he dares not to recognize?"

The two princes looked at each other and smiled, shaking their heads and laughing. You are so domineering, who dares to deny it? Not to mention Jia Zilong, even if Zhao Zilong is resurrected, he will have to bow his head and surrender.

Seeing that her brother did not believe in her own fighting power, Princess Ruyi glared at them angrily and returned her eyes to the ring. It was all the fault of this bastard Jia Cong.
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  Jia Cong walked down the ring carrying the white wax pole sideways. Suddenly he felt a chill in his vest. He looked back quickly and saw Princess Ruyi staring at him. He smiled politely, nodded, turned around and left. It's better not to mess with this little girl. That's great.

"Brother Cong, what a skill!" Su Can and others from the examination waiting area came up to greet him.

"I can't hold back even if I want to." Zhao Lingkong smiled.

"Lucky lucky." Jia Cong cupped his hands, exchanged a few compliments with everyone, rested for a moment, and the second round of sixteen to eight began.

There are only sixteen Jieyuan from each province left in this round. In the first battle, even Jieyuan has been eliminated several times. This round will obviously be more intense.

The same eight arenas started fighting at the same time just now.

"Guangdong Su Can vs. Gansu Aoze."

"Shandong Deng Lei vs. Zhejiang Fang Yun."

"Hebei Zhang Yi vs. Henan Song Zhou."

"Jiangnan Zhao Lingkong vs. Guangxi Tietang."

……

"Shenjing Jia Cong vs. Shenjing Li Yongjun."

Jia Cong took a deep breath and walked onto the ring with his gun again. In the next few rounds, any "knowledge" was useless. The remaining ones were all masters and could only see the real rules under their hands.

Suddenly I heard a sudden roar in the audience.

"Su Can will win! Su Can will win!"

"Fang Yun Yum! Fang Yun Yun!"

"Zhang Zhong is victorious! Zhang Zhong is victorious!"

Entering the finals, every game has a handicap for spectators to gamble, and countless casino croupiers are shuttling around, collecting money and issuing invoices.

"Brother, who bought it?"

"I bought Su Can. I have analyzed it. Although Su Can has a crooked head all the way and seems to be not good at lifting weights, he can do it with ease. Look at that Gansu Aoze, who is not good. He is sweating even before he comes on the court, which shows that he has internal energy. If it is not enough, we will definitely not be able to fight for a long time.”

"It makes sense. I bought Jia Cong. Can I give you some advice?"

"Brother, although Jia Cong is famous, he is too young after all. Compared with Jieyuan, he is still not as good as him. I am fed up with it."

"..."

"How much did you buy?"

"One thousand taels."

"My condolences, brother."

"Jia Cong is encouraging! Jia Cong is encouraging!" The man was not convinced and raised his arms and shouted to encourage Jia Cong.

Jia Cong stood on the ring and tilted his ears slightly, Damn, why are others sure to win, but I am just reluctant, bastard.

North Zhili Jieyuan Li Yongjun also used a white wax pole. He was very happy. Meeting Jia Cong, whose body has not yet grown up, was better than meeting those fierce men from Jieyuan. Although he had watched Jia Cong's previous games, he knew that he There is some skill in the hand, but after all, people are small and weak, this is a fact that cannot be changed.

Boom! The gong sounded.

"Master Cong, please." Li Yongjun cupped his hands and said with a smile. He came from a military family, and his father was a Qian general in the Beijing camp. He practiced martial arts hard since he was a child, and he wanted to be worthy of others.

"Watch the move!" Jia Cong snorted without any hesitation. He straightened the gun barrel and pierced Li Yongjun's face.

"Okay!" Li Yongjun was not afraid and stabbed Jia Cong in the throat. Due to his height and long arms, even if he stabbed at the same time, he would stab his opponent first.

Jia Cong's heart trembled. It was really powerful. Halfway through the gun, he changed his moves. He suddenly shook open the flowers of the gun, and used a green pine and green move, false and true, true and false, to cover the opponent's whole body and use what Wang Jin had suffered. Marksmanship, test the opponent's details.

Li Yongjun thought that Jia Cong was timid and did not dare to attack, so his fighting spirit suddenly surged. He shouted loudly and twisted the gun like a wheel. The gun was powerful, and the gun shadows in the sky were scattered in front of him. The gun was like lightning, and it hit Jia Cong's chest. .

Jia Cong was overjoyed. He held a gun with one hand on one side of his body, pointed the tip of the gun to the ground, and blocked it diagonally.

Li Yongjun pierced the air with his spear and frowned slightly. The opponent was on tight defense and there was no opportunity to take advantage of it. Just as he was about to return his spear to regroup, he suddenly saw Jia Cong kicking the barrel of the spear. The tip of the spear suddenly rose up like a dormant poisonous snake and stabbed him straight. lower abdomen.

What a vicious shooting technique! Li Yongjun hurriedly took a few steps back, trying to avoid its sharp edge first.

Just now, Jia Cong showed the enemy that he was weak, and used the poisonous snake spitting move to gain the upper hand. He won't let anyone take advantage of him. Wherever he was given a chance, the spear force suddenly erupted, like clouds, fog, waves, waves, looking at Li Yongjun in front of him. Squeeze away, the spear head is like a poisonous snake, targeting his face, throat, heart, lower abdomen, lower vagina and other vital points.

Li Yongjun complained endlessly, feeling like a small boat in the vast waves. If he was not careful, the boat would capsize and people would be killed. He had to resist with all his strength, hoping to survive this wave of offensive and then counterattack.

Jia Cong saw that his spear power gradually became scattered, his arms were weak, and he was already defeated. The power of his spear became a little more fierce, and he brought Wang Jin's unique skill "Seven Shadows of the Deep Clouds" to an unprecedented extreme.

As the name suggests, even if Jia Cong attacks dozens of moves, he always has only one move. This move has seven levels of offensive, like a huge wave, one wave is higher than the other. It is absolutely difficult to resist the opponent if he reveals his flaws. .

One, two, three, four.

Li Yongjun managed to withstand four attacks, and finally Jia Cong tore a big hole in the defense line. "Come on!" Jia Cong yelled, and the tip of the spear pierced his heart.

Li Yongjun retreated with a groan, clutching his chest and speechless. He knew that Jia Cong had saved his strength, otherwise he would probably have to break one or two ribs. He took a few breaths before he recovered, and said with cupped hands: "Thank you for your mercy."

"Assignment."

"Shenjing Jia Cong, win!"

There was a burst of crazy cheers in the stands. It was obvious that Jia Cong had very high odds in this game, and those who bought him to win made a lot of money.

(End of this chapter)