tiger teacher

This sound is good or bad, Su Su is numb. ◎Smart children remember the super-fast hands-on update. ◎As the sound collector on the ring quickly spread to the ears of audiences across the country, everyone was instantly fascinated...

This is probably the first time that Wuyou spoke in such a cute and soft voice in the arena. Usually, the most she would say is good or bad. Last time a strong man asked her for a phone number in the arena. When she got the number, she decisively said it was not good. Although the voice did not change, the tone of this disgusting voice and that voice of disapproval can be said to be very different.

This is obviously just kidding...

And at this time, the special training effect of Xiao Jinhua's thoughts on Lao Wang finally showed up. Most men would probably be made crispy and numb by Wuyou's soft and smooth coquettish, but Wang Jian seems to be used to it. With this kind of tone, he just took two steps back with a limp leg, and spread his hands: "You still take the weapon, otherwise you are not my opponent."

This sentence caused an uproar just now, but at that time the audience thought Wang Jian was arrogant, but this time after he said it, it caused a standing ovation from the audience.

And at about this time, many people have already recognized that Wang Jian is the man who has dominated all major forums across the country a few days ago, the young boy who gave way to Master Baji.

This time it became lively, not only the live audience, but even the audience in front of the TV and on the Internet began to be agitated. The discussion areas of several major portal websites were quite noisy. Wang Jian's supporters Spray each other with worry-free and brainless fans, and there are even offline battles with real people.

Some people say: Wuyou is a sword dancer himself, so fighting in vain is definitely not as good as Wang Jian, if he uses a weapon, he will definitely win.

Others say: fighting empty-handed is the true embodiment of the entity, and if you use equipment, it is not your own strength.

In fact, if these things are seen by real masters, most of them will smile knowingly, because weapons, in the eyes of martial arts masters, are extensions of the body, used to make up for the gap in shape, physical defects and strength.There are no such complex things, and weapons are not for anyone to use if they want, and it is not uncommon for people to use nunchucks to beat themselves into concussions.

So Wang Jian wanted Wuyou to use the sword, and his real idea was to find out the bottom line of his junior sister. Although Wang Jian's technique was passed on to both men and women, the older generation still couldn't escape the idea of ​​passing it on and not on the outside. old rules.

If it was a foreign surname, Wang Jian wanted to...well, he wanted to invite his "cousin" junior sister to dinner.

Of course, Wang Jian didn't know anything about his eighth master uncle, but according to the old man, the eighth master uncle was once a beautiful woman who was all over the country, and now judging from his appearance... this Wuyou junior sister should not be like that. His little Wang Jian seemed to have picked it up, but the Eighth Master Uncle pulled it down by himself.

Of course, as for why Wuyou's surname is Gongsun, Wang Jian didn't even bother to think about it. After all, there are still very few people with the surname of his mother.

After Wuyou heard Lao Wang's words, he covered his mouth and smiled softly, his eyes were curved and eyelashes curled up, with a leisurely charm.

"Then sir, I'd rather be respectful than obedient." Wuyou tilted his head and smiled at Old Wang, then raised his hand: "Admit defeat."

Her sudden surrender caught her supporters a little by surprise. The audience who thought she would fight hard, suddenly fell silent and couldn't say a word.

On the other hand, Lao Wang, after nodding, turned around and returned to the seat where the players were waiting, and sat beside Zhang Weiye. Regardless of the noise on the field, he whispered to him: "Did you see? You can't chase her, you have to wait for her to attack!" First of all, she doesn't have strong attack power, but she's very flexible, in fact, she has mastered the rules, so it's not too difficult to fight."

Zhang Weiye nodded straightly, but Wang Jian changed the topic: "When she didn't hold a sword, she only used her steps and body skills."

"Ah?" Zhang Weiye was taken aback: "What?"

"If she holds a sword, she will become another person..." Wang Jian rubbed his head: "You made a mistake in decision-making, so you shouldn't fight with her."

At this moment, the host has already entered the stage, and his face was flushed with excitement: "Everyone, audience! Our goddess of worry-free has conceded for the first time, and both parties have applied to the organizing committee for three games. Everyone cheers, tonight is destined No longer calm, please enjoy an unparalleled visual feast!"

Under his mobilization, the atmosphere of the audience rose again. Almost everyone in the audience was calling Wuyou's name, expecting her to appear again. However, the number of people calling Lao Wang's name was only as small as that of Class 29, although the voice was loud. , but it was still easily submerged in the sea of ​​people, and it couldn't even get up a little wave.

Not long after, Wuyou reappeared, holding two swords wrapped in yellow silk in his hands, and also dressed in costumes. It didn't look like a martial arts competition, and it was clearly to show off classical Chinese women's clothing.And when she entered the arena again, the audience fell into madness again.

"Sir, you're being polite here." Aside from the heroic clasping ceremony, Wuyou used the kind of Wanfu ceremony that is particularly charming, and she also painted a beautiful symmetrical pattern on her forehead, which is almost vermilion. With a touch, the winking eyes are like silk, and the gentleness enters the heart: "Start."

Wang Jian smiled and clasped his fists in return: "You go first."

As soon as the voice fell, the music suddenly started.As soon as Wang Jian heard this music... he was almost scared to pee, this is "House of Flying Daggers"!The tone of the sword dance said that he was a skill, rather than a meaning.Introduce the sword with sound, and achieve meaning with the sword.This ambush from ten sides is full of murderous intent, and the ups and downs are erratic, which shows a problem... Junior sister is ready to kill!

Of course, it is impossible to really kill in this arena, but this time she definitely did it for real.

So Wang Jian frowned, put his hands in a obedient hook gesture, and fixed his eyes on Wuyou: "Come on."

Wuyou grinned, jumped forward following the syllable, and then followed Yinlang's bullying, and began to spin towards Wang Jian.It seemed slow, but the sword's momentum was like thunder from the sky, so fierce that it made people feel like they were in the center of a storm, with nowhere to hide.

"What? Open your hands wide at the beginning? This blade storm, this..." Dawei, who was watching TV with his sister and his beloved little girl, patted his thigh: "Cao, this junior sister is too ruthless."

And the Bai Fumei next to him seemed to be very involved in the drama, holding the corner of her clothes tightly with one hand, staring at the TV intently, but Xiao Yiwen was watching TV and thinking about it, saying that worry-free is so ugly, carefree Worry is ugly, worry-free is disgusting...

Of course, for the uninitiated to watch the excitement, the audience felt very satisfied as soon as the carefree spin came out.This is even more beautiful than the performance, the waist, the small steps, and the light of the sword in the hand, without gorgeous stage effects, but it shows the style of a Hollywood blockbuster.

The audience stood up and applauded for the second time. The shouts even shook the ashes on the wall. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was deafening.

However, Wang Jian, who was in the center of the storm, was not so happy. Junior Sister Gongsun, who was holding a sword, was obviously not fighting alone.Body technique, pace, rhythm and the offensive in hand complement each other, making Wang Jian unable to hide, break through, or stop!

And Wang Jian knew that this was still the first move, so he didn't have time to think about other things, so he slapped his junior sister's sword away with his hands full of concentration.The sword was getting faster and faster, and Wang Jian's hand was also getting faster and faster. Soon, only a series of crisp crackling sounds could be heard on the field.

The Wuyou sword is sometimes like a swallow grazing the eaves, sometimes like a dragonfly touching water, and sometimes like a flying eagle jumping at a rabbit.If it were someone else, he would have already been overwhelmed by this move in seconds. This is Lao Wang's awesomeness, but he was still sweating all over his forehead.

Suddenly, the music suddenly stopped, and the carefree rotation stopped, her waist was bent back, and she fell straight backwards, and the two swords in her hand suddenly became the extension of her body, from The back of the body is propped up, like hands, and this is used to give Wuyou a buffer to roll back.

Immediately afterwards, just like in the movie, Wuyou suddenly exerted force on her wrist, and swung a sword towards Wang Jian from bottom to top, forcing her to take a step back. above.And only relying on the support of this sword, Wuyou actually turned his body around magnificently in mid-air, and landed safely.

Wang Jian didn't want to give her a chance, so he stepped forward, but this time Wuyou seemed to have accepted the lesson of the previous round, and she actually moved a step in Wang Jian's direction after she finished.But with just such a step, she got straight into Wang Jian's arms, and the sword suddenly became as if it could be long or short, and the tip of the sword was raised slightly, and it went straight to Wang Jian's chin.

This was an exceptionally thrilling moment, but Wang Jian just tilted his head, staggered such a ferocious and thrilling killing move, put his hand on the first floor, and stuffed Wuyou into his arms, and then unexpectedly gave a bear hug , followed by an iron bridge...

"Cao, do you understand pity and pity..." Dawei scolded his mother in front of the TV: "Such a beautiful girl, you just fell so hard! You bastard!"

Xiao Yiwen, who was next to him, turned against Dawei, clapped her hands and said, "It's a good fall! Wang Jian, come on!"

But just when everyone thought that Wuyou was about to be thrown into disgrace, visions appeared!Wuyou clung to Wang Jian as if he had no bones, and was not thrown out by him like a sandbag. Instead, he used his strength to forcefully support him with his sword, and landed steadily with a beautiful side somersault. .

When Wang Jian also got up, Wuyou had crossed two swords on his neck, and smiled sweetly: "Sir, you are the most powerful person Wuyou has ever seen."

Wang Jian shook his head: "I miscalculated."

Seeing that the victory and defeat had been decided, Wuyou raised his hand: "Admit defeat."

This time, even Wang Jian was stunned, standing on the ring and blinking his eyes, not knowing why.

"Sir..." Wuyou grinned, and pointed at Wang Jian's butt: "You missed the point."

Wang Jian was stunned, turned his head to look at his buttocks, and found a large patch of red, and his pants could no longer hide the bright red.

When the host came to the stage, Wuyou explained: "Mr. is injured, Wuyou won't be able to win by force. It's better to wait for Mr.'s injury to heal before we come again."

But Wang Jian didn't like that. He took out a napkin from his pocket to soak up the blood, then shook his head and said, "If you lose, you lose. There's still a third round."

"Wuyou won't fight anymore." Wuyou withdrew his sword: "Whether you win or lose, Wuyou won't be able to get down."

Wang Jian coughed: "The third round will be played next time."

"Waiting for you without worry, can you leave me your phone number?"

Wow... Now all the men in the audience are irritable. A man who was hit by a girl with an anal fissure will be approached by the goddess to ask for a number. This kind of treatment... I'm afraid they would be willing even if they were beaten to death by Wuyou ah.

Wang Jian snorted, and handed the broken mobile phone to Wuyou, who took the junk and was stunned for a moment: "Sir, wait a moment..."

After finishing speaking, the two of them ran off the ring so abruptly, while the host was left alone on the stage to stir up the atmosphere.First, he boasted that Wuyou was the best in the sky, and then Wang Jian was said to be a unparalleled master in the world, who could even fight the goddess Wuyou even if he was seriously injured.

On the Internet, titles such as "The Savior of Guoshu" even appeared to describe Wuyou and Wang Jian.

Of course, this is actually based on the fact that the two played really well today, fully embodying strength and beauty, and now there is no longer arguing on the Internet about who is better, Wang Jian or Wuyou, and more voices are in high-pitched voices. Say "together".

However, the reason why Old Wang lost was mainly because his injury greatly limited his speed. Wuyou saw it, so she voluntarily abstained.And Wang Jian's attitude of rushing to admit defeat, neither humble nor overbearing, has won people's maximum forgiveness and understanding.The combination of skill, beauty and virtue put this pair of brothers and sisters who met for the first time on the front pages of major newspapers in an instant.

Besides, although Wang Jian may look a bit rusty occasionally, he is still a handsome guy with a manly taste, and he is quite suitable for the goddess of worry-free.Therefore, not many people care about the win or loss between them, and more people are discussing the possibility of them being together in the end.

"This junior sister Sao is dead!" Xiao Jin sat on the seat with an unhappy face and bit his handkerchief: "Sao is dead!"

On the other hand, Tianran Er smiled brightly and harmlessly, smirking at the phone screen while posting on Weibo.

"What are you laughing at! This is my junior sister!" Xiao Jin was going crazy: "The person who has the most common language with Lao Wang!"

"No." Tianran Er raised his head, his smile still bright: "The foundation of love is trust. Each of us needs to know an average of 3000 people in our lifetime, so there are more than 1000 people of the opposite sex."

After she said this, Xiao Jin was relieved, and nodded: "That's right, forget it and leave him alone."

But Wuyou in the audience looked up at Wang Jian, squinted his eyes and said cunningly: "Mr. is very knowledgeable, which sect?"

Wang Jian was focused on tossing the pants that were stained by his side leakage. After hearing Wuyou's words, he looked up at Wuyou: "I'm in the same school as you."

Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, then he pursed his lips and smiled: "Mr. really likes to joke."

Wang Jian seems to be careless, but the truth is like this... But this is the way it is these days. Telling the truth is always considered a bragging and a lie, but those who tell lies can be trusted.

"it is true."

"Okay, okay..." Wuyou said with a smile in his eyes, "I'll just give you a chance to get to know me. You don't have to be so close. Want to invite me to dinner? I live in the school dormitory, come pick me up tomorrow, my dormitory is 517 in the female dormitory of Chinese opera, the number has been saved. Call me when you arrive."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand and walked into the dressing room. Not long after, before Wang Jian's side leakage was dealt with, she came out with a big bag, jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt and a ponytail. A fresh and fresh girl in college.

"Let's go." Wuyou waved his hand at Wang Jian, and said softly, "I like to eat dumplings in sour soup. Also, I don't like to eat meat, so I only eat dumpling wrappers, and I'll give you the stuffing."

Wang Jian didn't respond either, but just watched Wuyou go out the door foolishly, and then continued to wipe the blood on his pants.It wasn't until a minute later that I realized it, and slapped my thigh: "When am I going to treat you to dinner!"

But when they chased them out, there was nothing to worry about, they were all spectators who were about to leave, and there were even fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls guarding the door. When they saw Wang Jian, they grabbed him and asked for a group photo...

In this way, Wang Jian took a photo with at least [-] people with traces of side leakage. When he was exhausted physically and mentally, he was rescued by Huang Weilong and Zhang Weiye, and even sacrificed the now well-known Huang Yue for this. The se phase...

"Old Wang, is your younger sister fragrant?" Xiao Jin asked in a strange tone: "Oh...a soft, fragrant female college student with a student ID card, three hundred one time, eight hundred nights, ten thousand and five ones moon."

"Go, go...don't say anything strange."

Old Wang sat in his seat and refused to leave, because he was afraid of meeting enthusiastic fans again, and the panda was still treating his wound behind.

"I said, this is a gunshot wound." The panda frowned, "I'm on the medicine, and I'm fine. Don't enter the water for at least four days, and don't do strenuous activities. The weather is getting hot and it's easy to get infected."

"A Jian, are you still in pain?" Tianran Er raised a small needle in front of Wang Jian: "I gave you a shot."

Wang Jian was stunned: "What..."

"**extract, I made it myself. Painless injection." The second natural smile is very silly and cute: "It's not addictive yet."

Wang Jian shook his head and patted Tianraner's forehead: "You always do weird things..."

"Right, Akane.

Is Junior Sister really good? "

Wang Jian hummed: "Very powerful, even if I'm not injured, it will be very difficult. There are too many changes, and I can't find the rules. This kind of using consciousness to attract moves is the most troublesome, and I can only adapt to the situation."

"Well, it seems that you have no problem beating her." Panda sat next to Wang Jian: "I always feel that she didn't try her best."

"Yes, there are still three useless moves." Wang Jian moved his fingers and counted: "If I move my foot flexibly, there is still no big threat. I can avoid it. This injury...is really annoying."

"Ms. Wang, did you give her the phone!" He Rui looked at her expression as if she was enjoying herself: "How could you give it to her..."

Xiao Jin snorted: "Whether you give it or not is the business of my old Wang, and it has something to do with you?"

"You..." He Rui gritted her teeth and looked at Xiao Jin: "Can't I care about the teacher?"

"Oh, do you also include eight hundred nights?"

"Keep your mouth clean!" He Rui always had difficulty holding herself in front of Xiao Jin: "I'm not afraid of you."

"Old Wang... I'm so scared." Xiao Jin plunged into Wang Jian's arms, "Someone threatened me."

And Wang Jian pushed Xiao Jin's head away, and then told his junior sister that Wang Jian wanted to know her, and forced Wang Jian to invite him to dinner, and sighed helplessly: "Am I really that like a wolf?"

"If you look like her, she won't take the initiative to ask you out." Naturally the two laughed happily: "Go, just explain the matter clearly, after all, she is a junior sister." (To be continued