Flower Stealing Master

A young man leaped into the ring one by one, and showed a few vigorous boxing techniques, and then he held his fist to introduce himself to everyone:

"I'm playing the Yum Shenquan Ma Xiaokong!" He said this with a guilty conscience. Yum Shenquan was his father's name. He was relieved until he found that no one questioned him. At the same time, he despised the ignorance of other people.

"Yin Ma Chuan, Tao Zi'an." Another man surrounded by furs walked onto the field, with a large gold wire knife in his hand and pestle to the ground. He could feel the bloodthirsty smell on his body from a long distance away, and he was indeed worthy of it. Good hand in daily house robbery.

"The head of the Yellow River Gang, Qian Qingjian!" A burly man carrying a giant axe, his exaggerated shape instantly attracted everyone's attention.

These people appeared more and more prestigious, and Song Qingshu walked up the stairs in a proper manner, which caused a burst of boos.

"Under Jia Baoyu, I have seen all the masters." After he went on the field, he smiled and bowed his hands to the three of them.

"Embroidered pillows." The few people glanced at him casually and saw that his footsteps were vain. As expected, the second generation ancestor was just like the rumored second generation ancestor. He would only be mixed with women. If he didn't understand martial arts, he would naturally not take him to heart Instead, he turned his attention to several other people.

Ma Xiaokong is the weakest, Qian Qingjian is the strongest!

The three of them quickly came to a judgment. Tao Zian and Ma Xiaokong looked at each other, and they attacked Qian Qingjian in a tacit understanding, and solved the strongest one first.

Tao Zian thought that Qian Qingjian would be the strongest after he was finished, and he was able to deal with Ma Xiaoan. Ma Xiaoan also had the same mind, ready to watch Tao Zian and Qian Qingjian both lose, and he would take advantage of the fisherman's profit.

As for Song Qingshu on the side, they were automatically ignored, and after the three of them decided the winner, anyone could solve him with one hand.

Song Qingshu originally had some headaches. What to do later, he could rely on the equipment to act secretly, but in full view, there are some real masters, it is easy to see the problem.

Who knows that these three living treasures actually started fighting on their own, so that he will save trouble and enjoy watching the show.

Originally wanted to shout a few words to cheer for a few people, but worried that they accidentally attracted the ridicule of a few people, and finally decided to watch the play quietly, and fell in the eyes of other people off the court. He stayed in place like a quail, as if It was the lamb to be slaughtered for the last victor, and there was a sneer in the field.

The Lu brothers in the audience couldn't help but smile and said, "He is really embarrassing to us by his appearance."

Xue Pan cursed angrily: "You understand

A fart, so that you only have to fight with one person in the end. This is called strategy understanding. "

Shidao Lu looked at him up and down a few times: "I almost forgot that our grandson Xue almost didn't get promoted just now. That's right, for people like you who rely solely on your family background but are not good at it, you really have to talk about strategy; For people like us, those opponents in the group stage should be directly crushed by hard power."

"You!" Xue Pan was itching with anger, but the bruises on his face hadn't subsided. For a while, I really didn't know how to refute it.

Xue Baochai did not pay attention to their quarrels at all, but focused on the field, constantly analyzing: This is better than I expected. After a while, even if the three of them will decide the winner, the winner will definitely be. It will be hurt and it will be easier to deal with.

Of course, this only increases the probability of such a loss. I hope Baoyu will remember what I taught him when he does it later.

"Why, do you think he has the hope of winning?" The woman in the yellow shirt noticed her clenched hands and couldn't help asking.

Xue Baochai sighed: "I don't have much hope." After all, it was too hasty to grind the gun. You must know that the situation is changing rapidly during the competition. How could it be that ideal and follow the expected moves.

The woman in the yellow shirt hesitated, and she persuaded: "You should know what's going on with the Jia family. You should get out as soon as possible, and even if you are willing, your father will probably not agree with you in the future."

Xue Baochai bit his lips tightly, his face turned pale, and he did not speak for a while.

At this moment, the Kung Fu stage competition has come to an end. Ma Xiaokong and Tao Zian are theoretically stronger than Qian Qing in martial arts, but the two of them are embarrassed, and they want to let each other stand in front and save themselves. After taking advantage of the fisherman's profit, Qian Qingjian found the opportunity, struggled to get injured, and finally solved the two with one blow.

But he himself didn't feel well. After fighting with the two for so long, his internal strength was exhausted. The counterattack before the other two fell also left him with deep wounds, and the blood kept flowing.

Of course, even if there are so many unfavorable factors, he doesn't think there is any problem with dealing with a Jia Baoyu.

Seeing the other party approaching here with a murderous axe, Song Qingshu hurriedly stopped: "Wait!"

"It's too late to beg for mercy at this time." Qian Qingjian grinned and started to chop with his axe.

"One thousand taels!" Song Qingshu took out a silver ticket from his arms.

Qian Qingjian abruptly stopped the axe cast, staring at the bank note in his hand and said solemnly: "You

What do you mean? "

"I'll give you one thousand taels, how about you surrender and leave?" Song Qingshu replied solemnly.

There was an uproar in the school field, so there was such an operation?

Xue Pan was stunned: "Can it still be like this?"

The girl in the yellow shirt also couldn't help but smile, and looked at Xue Baochai beside her with a smile: "This is how you taught him today? It's quite original."

"No...it's not..." Xue Baochai denied with a guilty conscience, his face flushed with embarrassment, thinking that this stinky jade really made me ashamed.

Qian Qingjian was furious: "I want to buy the gang leader for just one thousand taels. You have found the wrong person." He raised his axe again as he spoke.

At this time Song Qingshu took out a few more silver tickets: "Five thousand taels!"

Qian Qingjian was taken aback, and then became a little frustrated: "I'm not that kind of person!"

"Twelve thousand!" Song Qingshu took out a stack of silver bills again.

Qian Qingjian did not speak this time, but showed a struggling expression on his face. Song Qingshu said along the way: "How much money can you make by helping people unload and carry goods on the Yellow River all day? , How much do you have left as a helper?"

"I..." Qian Qingjian retorted a bit, but he couldn't refute it. You must know that the real net balance of the entire Yellow River Gang after one year is not so much, let alone how much he can get.

Song Qingshu continued: "If you come here this time, even if you win, what benefits will I get? No, you really think you can marry Princess Xixia and become a horseman, right?"

While talking, pointing at Xu Liewu and others in the distance: "Do you think you are comparable to the two princes of Mongolia, or the Great King Xiao from the Southern Court of Liao? Or a master carefully cultivated by Shaolin?"

Qian Qingjian's face turned blue and white, and his breathing became heavy. This sentence finally became the last straw to crush him. He grabbed the banknote: "Qian is not as good as a man, admit defeat."

After speaking, he left the scene without looking back. Only Song Qingshu stayed in place proudly. It is true that there are frozen bones on Zhumen’s stinky road. Those princes and grandsons are jealous in the brothel, and they are smashed at every turn of one hundred thousand taels of silver. Go in, but now you can buy a low-level gang leader with only 10,000 taels. The gap between the rich and the poor is huge.

"Despicable and shameless!"

"shameless!"

"Shady!"

Seeing him win in this way, the whole audience exploded, and those who had been waiting to watch a life-and-death fight started cursing.