My Wife Has an Embroidery Needle

"In this round, Strictly Shou wins!" Seeing that the winner or loser has been decided, the butler stepped onto the ring and announced.

Bukong knelt down on the ground, he was panting, sweat dripped from his bald head, the expression on his face obviously did not believe the fact that he lost, his cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, he looked up and glared Be strict.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't admit that he would lose to such an unknown little character, so how could he mess around in the arena in the future!

He gritted his teeth, secretly urged all his life's internal strength, moved it to the palm, and swung it quickly and violently!

"Yan Ashou be careful!" At that moment, Jin Qiu'er jumped on the chair and shouted, Dongfang Bubai also frowned.

When everyone was gasping for air, Yan Shou didn't even dodge, and turned his wrist several times, and when the non-empty palm fell a little distance away from him, he shot it at a speed that the naked eye couldn't reach.

Before everyone could see what was going on, Monk Bukong rose into the air and flew down the ring like a shooting star! The scene was so reversed that everyone didn't realize it all at once.

"Ah?" Yan Shou quickly withdrew his palm, just now it was completely subconscious, because he was afraid of hurting someone's life, he rushed down to investigate.

"Pfft." At this moment, Monk Bukong fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hey, are you okay?" It was the first time he hurt someone like this, Yan Shouzheng went to help.

"Sajia killed you!" Reluctantly, Bukong still refused to admit defeat, and punched him when he got up.

"Wait a minute." In a split second, Liu Huaiyu stood between the two of them, and he grabbed Bukong's fist with one hand, "Bukong, you violated the rules of the competition, Liu has already said, this martial arts competition As far as the point is concerned, your palm just now seems to kill Brother Yan."

"Hmph, Sajia is not convinced!" Bukong couldn't move, his face changed drastically.

"If you lose, you lose. Master Bukong should admit it." Liu Huaiyu said with a smile, "Come here, take Master down first, and ask someone to heal your internal injuries."

"Yes!" A few servants in Liu's mansion appeared out of nowhere, and they couldn't hold back.

"Let go of the Sajia, the Sajia will fight him again!" It seems that these subordinates are also Lianjiazi, Bukong was injured and lost at this time, so he could only struggle and shout while being taken away.

After they disappeared, Liu Huaiyu clasped his fists at Yan Shou and said with a smile, "Young Xia Yan, congratulations on winning your first match."

"Uh, thank you." Yan Shou felt that his smile was a bit strange for a while, but he couldn't tell where the strangeness was, as if he saw something in his eyes.

"My lord, is it time to start the second round of competition?" The butler asked respectfully on the ring.

"Well, don't delay, hurry up to the next round." Liu Huaiyu raised the fan in Yang's hand, and then said to Yan Shou, "Young Master Yan's martial arts are really eye-opening."

Yan Shou smiled awkwardly, "Where is that."

Liu Huaiyu glanced at him meaningfully and didn't ask any more questions, and made a gesture of invitation, "The second round of competition is about to start, Yan Shaoxia should also go back to his seat."

"Oh, please, too."

……

The people who witnessed the scene just now said in a low voice, "I can't think of it. What is the origin of this Yan Shou? Even Monk Bukong lost to him."

Taoist Xuanzhen stared at Yan Shou's figure, and murmured, "His palm technique just now was..."

Someone saw his agitated expression and asked curiously, "Master Xuanzhen, have you seen the palm technique that kid used?"

Taoist Xuanzhen had a far-sighted gaze, as if he was thinking back, "It has been decades, and Lingwen Gongling's heroes used to rely on this palm technique to stand alone in the martial arts world."

Everyone was taken aback, "You wouldn't say that it was Ling Daxia who was the world's number one martial artist back then, right?"

Taoist Xuanzhen said regretfully, "That's right, that kid's palm technique just now is the "Happy Palm" created by Ling Daxia, but it's a pity that Ling Daxia quit the arena later, as if he became the emperor's shadow guard. No one will use that set of palms anymore."

Some people wondered, "Is this kid a descendant of Ling Daxia?"

Some people also questioned, "It's not that Ling Daxia retreated into the world, but was completely killed by a traitor, and his wife and children died at the hands of the villain. Where did the descendants come from?"

"No and no." Someone in the know squeezed his eyes and said in a lower voice, "Ling Daxia seems to have taken in an apprentice, and I heard that he is also a shadow guard. It is said that the beautiful prince Dongfang Lian was living among the people. It was his disciple who wholeheartedly protected him, and later that prince killed many civil and military officials and disappeared with that shadow guard."

Taoist Xuanzhen sighed, "The truth is unpredictable. Jianghu is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. It seems that I finally have some expectations for this martial arts tournament."

While they were discussing, Yan Shou on the other side returned to his seat and came directly in front of Dongfang Bubai, "Hey, Bai Yi, I won."

However, Dongfang Bubai narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and threw a claw at him.

"What are you doing in white?" Fortunately, Yan Shou had a quick eye and quickly squatted down.

Because he didn't want to fight with him, he hugged him with sudden courage, but under Dongfang Bubai's offensive, he bent back and lay down on the table.

Helplessly, the opponent still did not stop attacking, Yan Shou's head flicked left and right, he could only seize the right moment, and quickly grabbed the opponent's two wrists with his shots.

At this moment, the competition in the arena was going on in full swing, but they were attracted by their voices, and looked over with a stunned expression. They even agreed that the two were more brilliant than the competition, and couldn't help exclaiming, "Wow!"

"Well, will Yan Ashou kill Brother Baiyi?" Jin Qiu'er on the side was a little worried.

Dongfang Bubai seemed to have never heard of it, staring at Yan Shou below him and said, "Why didn't you use the palm technique just now?"

"Hehe, what are you talking about." Yan Shou pretended to be stupid as always, and finally found that the two people's postures of up and down were a little bit ambiguous, and they were still in full view. His face became hot, and he reminded, "That Bai Yi, everyone is watching."

Dongfang Bubai glanced at the crowd who stretched their necks to watch, "Why, do you all want to try?"

"No." Everyone immediately shook their heads, quickly withdrew their gazes and sat upright.

As for the arm around his waist, Dongfang Bubai asked coldly, "How long do you want to hug?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yan Shou let him go immediately.

On the other side of the chair, the maidservant lowered her head and asked in Liu Huaiyu's ear, "My lord, do I need to send people over?"

"No need." Liu Huaiyu's smile became bigger and bigger, with some urgency in his eyes, "I want both of them!"

"This round, Marvin Wei wins!" At this moment, the butler's voice sounded, and another strong man was won in the ring.

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