Participating in the program: confirming that I am the bull king, worth trillions

"Master Qinglong, don't say that. I have admired you since I was a child. You are a great hero with unrivaled martial arts. How can I, an unknown pawn, compare with you!" Jiang Yumo said respectfully.

"But you seem to be able to restore broken things without a little effort, and my kung fu can only destroy. I have no ability to repair."

"So, to a certain extent, I am still inferior to you! The shock you brought to the audience is no less than mine. Even stronger than me!"

Jiang Yumo laughed, "Then let the audience and friends decide who is stronger between us."

"The audience still has the final say. The voting rights are in their hands. It doesn't matter what we say."

"Haha, well said, I was about to say that too. Our outcome is in the hands of the audience."

"By the way, didn't you say that you still want to challenge me one-on-one! It's too late for you to regret it now. Don't worry, no one will force you."

Jiang Yumo raised his face and smiled, "Ha, since I said this, there is no room for taking it back, so let's start now!"

The audience shouted, "No! Master, show mercy!"

"Jiang Yumo, hurry up and say you regret it. The master is right, we won't force you to fight the master one-on-one, you are no match for the master in terms of skill!"

Some audience members on the stage also refused to step down. They were all staying to protect Jiang Yumo, but they were probably helpless. Therefore, when they saw that the two people with different strengths were going to a decisive battle, their little hearts mentioned His throat and palms were sweating, and he felt helpless and scorched because he couldn't help Jiang Yumo.

Someone hastily embraced the newly restored big bowl like a baby beer bottle.

According to the rules, the audience is not allowed to stay on the stage when someone is competing, but this time, Wang Wang agreed, because he was thinking of Jiang Yumo.

Jiang Yumo knew that no one believed in his skill.

Indeed, no one is an opponent of Master Qinglong.

It was only natural for the audience to think so. Jiang Yumo didn't blame them at all. On the contrary, he was excited that they cared about him so much.

My heart is warm and harmonious.

Jiang Yumo couldn't care less about watching Liu Qiansi anymore.She also stayed on the stage, holding an empty beer bottle in her arms, in a sluggish state, like a drunk little girl.

Jiang Yumo knows very well that with his current skill, which is at the level of ordinary people, as long as Qinglong stretches out a finger and pokes himself, he will collapse to the ground, and there will be no comparison in the future. Get down on the ground, back and forth, over and over again, even if you can't break into meat sauce, you will be dizzy from the toss.

If he used a little more force, the end would be as miserable as that broken bowl.

The bottle and the bowl can be restored by myself, but my body may not be able to.

"Start absorbing!"

Jiang Yumo said in his heart.

The magical skill of 'absorbing' was also bought for 1000 cow pills.

Can quickly absorb the skills of others.

"Ding: Absorption complete!"

A small fireball got into Jiang Yumo's body. Only Jiang Yumo himself could see this strange phenomenon.

Jiang Yumo's energy exploded in an instant, and even muscle mass appeared on his body.It's just that he was wearing long sleeves, covering him tightly, and it looked like his clothes suddenly became tighter. The audience didn't pay much attention to this problem.

And Qinglong, who was one meter away from him, still looked like him on the outside, and only he himself could feel that his bones had softened instantly.

From the moment Jiang Yumo stared at him.

However, he didn't think too much about it, thinking that he was still the original self with infinite strength.

Only Jiang Yumo knows that now he has completely become an ordinary person, and he is not even as strong as he used to be.

Jiang Yumo was a little smug after absorbing his skills, and his smile was a little bright.

Rolling up his sleeves, he said, "I'm ready! Come on! Master!"

Obviously, Master Qinglong waited for Jiang Yumo to fully prepare, and let him talk about the decisive battle first.

Qinglong said seriously, "Since you're all ready, I'm not going to be polite! Take it!"

I thought it was as good as before.

With a wave of both arms, it is said that the wind should blow up instantly, but there is no wind force, and there is no sound of air flow.

The arm didn't hit the opponent, because he knew how lethal this would be, and the opponent would be knocked unconscious, or even shattered to pieces.

Jiang Yumo couldn't help laughing.

Yes, no sense of fear at all.

The onlookers were a little curious, did the master deliberately let Jiang Yumo go?
If this is the case, there is no need to worry about Brother Mo.

Jiang Yumo knew that the master was unwilling to take a real shot at him, because he was afraid of hurting himself.

He smiled and said, "Master, you don't have to show mercy to me, just let the horse come here!"

"I have enough ability to fight against you now! Even, soon you will become my defeat!"

Jiang Yumo also used this kind of irritating language on purpose. If he didn't stimulate him, he would not attack him, so he didn't know that his skill was greatly reduced.

Qinglong was obviously stimulated, and sneered, "Small, you are quite confident, so suffer!"

This time he came for real.

Thinking about taking the opponent down, lying on the ground so that he can't turn over, and obediently admitting defeat, it couldn't be easier for him.

Even Shaolin disciples have to get down.If he is a heinous villain, he will be smashed to pieces.

But to deal with a powerless person like Jiang Yumo, it only takes a little effort.

Qinglong stretched out a palm, and pointed his palm at Jiang Yumo in front of him. He wanted to press his opponent to the ground with only the energy of his internal strength.

Few people can stand his trick, and usually they can fall to the ground without touching the opponent's body.

Jiang Yumo didn't want to take the initiative either, not because he wanted to have more fun with the master.

But 1 minute passed, and Jiang Yumo was still standing unharmed.

He smiled and said, "Master, what are you doing? Didn't you let me take over the trick! Let the horse come here quickly! I can't wait."

Qinglong panicked, "What's going on? How can you still stand in front of me?"

"Haha, Master, what are you talking about? You didn't even touch me, I have no choice but to stand still. Are you reluctant to attack me?"

"Don't do this, I want to see your real kung fu! The audience doesn't want to see you like this."

Qinglong was a little confused, "Hey! I'm obviously using my internal strength on you, why doesn't it work on you?"

"Haha, is it because your internal strength has been crippled? It must be because you haven't practiced for a long time. You should practice more in the future. Such a good skill cannot be crippled!"

"Impossible! How can you say that this skill has been with me for more than 40 years?"

"It's all a result of hard work. Even if it doesn't disappear, it won't disappear all at once. At least it will gradually disappear after ten or eight years of non-practice."