The life of a giant

Chapter 17

By the time Qin Yuan rushed to the martial arts arena in a hurry, Song Dongyue had already won two consecutive victories.

His first opponent was quite well-known among the disciples of the outer court, and he was recognized as a ruthless character.Especially his kung fu practiced horizontally with copper skin and iron bones, which is known as invulnerable to swords and guns, and not afraid of hooks and forks.

As a result, as soon as such a ruthless man and Song Dongyue exchanged hands, they were rammed with a hammer so that blood spurted out, and the originally bulging pectoralis major was instantly dented into a big hole.

According to the trauma doctor present, if Song Dongyue hadn't pulled back in time, he would have died at that time.

Fortunately, Song Dongyue was able to take in and out freely, so that he could be sent to the hospital in time for medical treatment.After paying all the fees, he left us with peace of mind.

Song Dongyue also blamed himself a little bit for this, everyone is a brother who does not look up and sees down, how can he strike without severity!

If I had known that he would leave in such a painful way, I shouldn't have withdrawn my strength at the beginning and sent him on his way with one blow.

In this world, life and death are commonplace, and such things happen every year in the selection.

However, these low-level disciples only have such a relatively fair chance to stand up, so every year there will still be many warriors who are bearish about life and death to participate in it one after another.

But even if such mental preparations have been made, some people with poor mental endurance will still collapse midway, such as Song Dongyue's second opponent.

It can only be said that the visual impact of Song Dongyue's hammer was indeed too strong.It is said that after the hammer fell, none of the audience in the first three rows was blood-stained, and even one lucky audience was directly slapped on the face by a flying lung leaf.

So, Song Dongyue's second opponent abstained on the spot.

After all, life is at stake. How much difference can there be between inner chamber disciples and outer courtyard disciples?Aren’t they all disciples?Don't pay too much attention to those prefixes.

Qin Yuan saw Song Dongyue's blood-stained appearance and thought he was injured, so he quickly asked with concern: "Are you okay, Dongyue? Why is there so much blood on you?"

"I'm fine. But brother, why don't you keep your word? Didn't you agree to come and see me compete?" Seeing Qin Yuan's late arrival, Song Dongyue was somewhat unhappy.

"Brother, isn't that what?" Qin Yuan couldn't come up with a reason for a while.

"What's that?"

"Uh... I lost my way. I almost reached Longcheng just now, and I found it after a long detour."

"Brother, why are you so good at bragging? Longcheng is at least 800 miles away from us, you can fly?" No matter how stupid Song Dongyue is, he wouldn't believe everything, but he didn't mind, and just continued to ask: "Brother, Did you do something to my hammer? Why do I feel that the hammer is a little lighter, but the force of the hammer is stronger instead. "

"Really? Is there such a thing? Could it be that the pills that brother gave you have worked?"

Song Dongyue thought about it, "It's also possible. After all, my internal strength is strong, so I can fully use this martial skill, but I still feel that something is not right."

"Don't think about this now, prepare for the next one. When is your next one?" Qin Yuan asked.

"It's about to start. We'll start after they clean up the blood on the ring."

Looking at the bright red blood on the ring, Qin Yuan felt nauseated in her stomach, "Dongyue, it's enough to decide the winner, don't make the picture so bloody."

While the two were talking, there was a sudden commotion from the ring next door. Qin Yuan, who was a little dizzy, couldn't help being attracted, and quickly followed the crowd to the ring next door.

The disciples participating in the selection this year were divided into 10 groups, and each group had about 10 disciples.The members of the group will fight each other in pairs to determine the winners of each group, and the 10 winners will participate in the final selection tomorrow to determine the final candidate for this year's inner room disciple.

Song Dongyue's group had no competition for the time being, so a large number of onlookers went to the ring next door to watch the battle.

In Qin Yuan's view, watching the excitement is a way to understand the world, which is almost the same nature as modern people love to watch the news and chat about gossip.Watching more fun can not only broaden your knowledge, but sometimes also make you happy physically and mentally.

Because the center of this excitement was his old acquaintance Yan Feng, another news figure looked a bit unfamiliar, but Qin Yuan still accurately captured his name from the conversations of others - Fang Yuan.

Yan Feng was suffering cruel abuse at this time, and Fang Yuan was holding a sandalwood whistle stick in his hand, beating Yan Feng's head recklessly.

But from Qin Yuan's point of view, this side's affairs were lax, and they had already exposed their loopholes several times, but Yan Feng was hesitant to attack.Although this Yan Feng is not good, he is not so cowardly, right?
Qin Yuan was puzzled at first, but after looking at it for a while, he figured out the way.This Fang Yuan was actually wearing his protective vest. No wonder he didn't care about his wide open door.

Yan Feng felt miserable in his heart: "Why the hell does everyone know how to do the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt? Is this kind of hard Qigong so easy to learn? The teacher guarantees you the skills. Is there no charge if you can learn it?" Yan Feng's martial arts skills are Close combat skills are basically helpless against this kind of hard Qigong.

At the beginning, he thought that it would be a big deal for both sides to suffer, but after all, Fang Yuan was not Qin Yuan who only defended but not attacked. He had been taught by a famous teacher at least in his whistle skills.

After a few rounds, Yan Feng couldn't stand it anymore.With one punch, the damage suffered by both sides is almost equal.But when the other party comes down with a stick, he will suffer all the damage, no matter how he calculates, he will be at a disadvantage.

Yan Feng knew that if he continued to defend like this, he would be beaten to death.For the sake of his future and for He Qing, he had no choice but to give it a try.

So, without hesitation, he rushed up to Fang Yuan's whistle stick.

It was two more crisp head-on blows, but Yan Feng took it head-on.

Fang Yuan was also taken aback, what kind of play is this?Suicide attack?

Just when he was in a daze, Yan Feng had already pushed in front of him.

After getting close, Fang Yuan's whistle stick was useless and even became a burden.

This time the situation suddenly turned around, and there was a burst of applause from the audience, "This kid has such a tough head!"

The originally one-sided situation suddenly became out of control, which caused Fang Yuan to be in chaos.Although Yan Feng can't take advantage of it yet, Fang Yuan's heart has already begun to become anxious, and his body protection qi is getting less and less the more he uses it.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and finally Yan Feng seized the opportunity and threw Fang Yuan to the corner of the ring with an over-the-shoulder throw. The whistle stick in Fang Yuan's hand accidentally rolled off the ring.

"You are not the first iron shirt I knocked down, and you won't be the last!" Yan Feng quickly entered the costume comparison mode. After he finished speaking, he deliberately paused to give the onlookers some time to applaud .

Before the applause sounded, a familiar voice suddenly entered his ears, "Brother, take over!"

Qin Yuan picked up the whistle stick, trotted all the way to the front of the ring, and handed the whistle stick to Fang Yuan.He also specifically asked Fang Yuan to use a stick to distance himself, and to look like an off-court coach.

When the referee came to chase Qin Yuan away, Fang Yuan had already stood up again.With the lesson learned just now, he adopted the common walking and fighting tactics in the game, one step at a time, one step at a time, and one step at a time of hitting.

If Yan Feng advances, he retreats; when Yan Feng retreats, he advances; when Yan Feng covers his head to defend, he jumps up and swings vigorously.

This unilateral massacre lasted for about a stick of incense. When Yan Feng fell to the ground, there were not many people who could still recognize him.

According to Qin Yuan, an enthusiastic audience who did not want to be named, he has never seen such a big head, never!This shows the brutality of this battle.

When Yan Feng was carried off the ring, Song Dongyue's third round was about to start, so Qin Yuan turned around and walked back.

After walking a few steps, Fang Yuan stopped him from behind, "Brother, thank you so much just now, if you need me in the future, just ask."

Qin Yuan replied: "Don't do it later, there is now."

Fang Yuan's face twitched when he heard the words, wasn't it just to be polite, why did he take it seriously?

"Brother Fang, I want to ask where did the bone armor on your body come from?"

Fang Yuan was even more surprised when he heard this question, this person actually saw through his secret at a glance, "Do you know that this bone armor is a spiritual weapon?" But Fang Yuan did not hide it, but told Qin Yuan generously : "This bone armor was given to me by my father."

"Your father? Is your father a bit...fat?" Qin Yuan asked.

Hearing this question, Fang Yuan smiled, "So you don't know who my father is? He's quite thin, you should have seen him before."

Qin Yuan thought about it, but she didn't know who Fang Yuan's father was, but his relationship should be quite strong.After all, the second-hand trafficker on the black market doesn't look like an ordinary person, and the person who can pry the spirit weapon out of his mouth must be even more extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)