Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

Jing Wenshan has reorganized the martial arts arena. There are more than a hundred martial arts platforms in red and white. If you look at it from a high place, you will be surprised by the majestic momentum, but the ones in the middle are the only ones that can be used now. However, the few people were more interested in Jiang Xiu. This kid seemed to be a quiet and low-key type, but the aura of "I'm not afraid of whoever comes" on his body was not low-key.

Qian Qianbei also stood in front of them, muttering: "Finally, I have the opportunity to see the Jiang family's big sword, but Jiang Xiu is so thin, can he really carry his long sword?"

Ao Ran couldn't help expressing his agreement. Jiang Xiu looked calm and calm, but he was not tall, like a child who hadn't grown up. The big knife in his hand looked wide and heavy, and it was very heavy. It takes a lot of effort, not to mention tricks.

His opponent was a big guy who was taller than him and half a head wide, with dark and shiny skin. Looking at Jiang Xiu, who was a little smaller than him, he swung the sledgehammer in his hand twice casually, with an expression of sure victory.

Jing Zi looked like an opponent who wanted to replace Jiang Xiu, and had the urge to fight on his own: "I think Jiang Xiu is stronger."

Qian Bei hurriedly said, "That's natural, and the Jiang family's sword is not in vain."

Jing Xiang gave him a contemptuous look, "Didn't you just say that people can't hold a knife?"

Qian Bei grinned his teeth: "I just want to say that Jiang Xiu is too young, and his strength is worthy of recognition."

Jing Xiang: ...

No matter what, it's your mouth.

Anyway, it was a fairly formal competition, and Jingwenshan should have a lot of ostentation. The red leather drums on both sides of the high platform were deafening after being knocked by two mighty big men, and the drum skin trembled.

The sun is just right at this moment, but it is autumn again, the sky is not hot, it is a fine day.

The thunderous sound of the drums made everyone feel a sense of excitement. Everyone was a little excited. After the drums had been beating for nearly 5 minutes, they gradually calmed down. He yelled loudly: "The contest begins!"

Everyone in Taichung got tangled together, Ao Ran and the others looked at Jiang Xiu, both of them had heavier weapons on the stage, and the sound of the collision hurt the ears of the surrounding people.

However, this simple move showed the strength of the two on the stage. Jiang Xiu's big knife forcibly knocked the opponent's big hammer into a gap, and Yu Jiner even pushed the person back several steps. The swarthy young man stood in disbelief.

Jiang Xiu was neither arrogant nor impetuous, he pursed his lips and looked serious. Although the black boy lost a move, he obviously didn't believe in evil. Driven by the whistling of the wind, Jiang Xiu did not hide or dodge, took a step back with his left foot, leaned forward slightly, turned his wrist and made a knife swing, with the blade facing upwards, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, before the big hammer approached his eyes At the moment, with a swiping of the knife——

when--

The sledgehammer was slammed on the ground, Hei boy's wrist was numb, and he knelt on the ground with two swings.

Jing Zi's eyes lit up, "It's definitely not a problem for this kid to lift a big fat cow with one hand."

Jing Xiang rolled her eyes at him.

Qian Bei was obviously more excited than Jing Zi, shouting and screaming to cheer Jiang Xiu up, Jiang Xiu gave him a blank look, full of disgust in his expression.

The competition between these two people soon met the real chapter. Although Jiang Xiu looked small, he had nothing to say about his strength. The black boy thought he would have an advantage in this area, but he didn't want to meet someone who didn't play cards according to common sense. In addition, Jiang Xiu's internal strength and sword skills are very outstanding, so the black boy lost very quickly.

The few onlookers felt that it was not enough and the end was too fast, but Jiang Xiu also attracted the crowd, after all, they were the first to end the game.

Jiang Xiu's character is very good. Although he knocked that black boy off the stage, he didn't hurt anyone. After the competition was over, he gave him a firm fist. That black boy is not narrow-minded. If he loses, he loses. , Praise the sentence willingly to bow down.

Qian Bei was happier than he won. He put his arms around Jiang Xiu's shoulder and laughed, probably because of Jiang Xiu's height.

After the game is over here, Ao Ran and the others turned their attention to Chen Benqi again. After all, this kid comes from a big family, and his kung fu can be regarded as decent. Putting it there, everyone should respect him a bit in face, and the boy who is the opponent of Chen Benqi is obviously not weak, both of them hold swords, and their speed is also very fast, the sparks from the collision of the two swords are dazzling.

One after another, another two teams around the corner ended the match, and Chen Benqi's team finally ended the match by kicking their opponent off the ring with Chen Benqi's kick.

With everyone focused on watching the game, Tang Deluo and Lang Cha slowly retreated to a corner. The pupils of Tang Deluo's eyes were still slightly red, and Gu Jing looked at Lang Cha calmly.

Lang Cha became cautious again under those apparently indifferent expressions, bowed his knees slightly to salute, and said, "Master."

Tang Deluo nodded, seemed to hum, and said nothing else, but the word "what is it" was clearly expressed in his eyes.

Tang Deluo and Yan Fengge are both people who talk very little, but they give people a completely different feeling. Yan Fengge is cold, and people feel that they will be frostbitten if they approach him, but that's just that, at most they are a A cold, incomprehensible icicle, but Tondello is the kind of aloof, as if separated from everyone by a thousand miles away, that kind of alienation and remoteness is beyond the reach of people, just look at it, then rest and approach thoughts, and even give birth to low self-esteem.

Lang Cha didn't dare to look at him anymore, and lowered his head slightly, with a bit of guilt in his words, "My lord, I seem to have said something I shouldn't have said in Shangshi Zhai, which aroused everyone's suspicion."

Tondolo shook his head, "Nothing."

Lang Cha breathed a sigh of relief after getting these two words, and said again: "Young master, do I need to restrain myself when I compete with that Li Ning?"

This question is really arrogant, but it is also true. Langcha knows that she is far from Tang Deluo, but she can easily solve it if Li Ning pulls her. Tang Deluo is doted on, but she often travels outside, and she often competes with Xu Rongqi, so she has a better understanding of the strength of the people in the mainland, not to mention that she has seen a lot from the middle to the middle of the road. I haven't met anyone who has tried two tricks in her hands, except for Jing Fan, of course, she is definitely modest in her assessment of her own strength.

Tang Deluo obviously thinks so too, there is no wave of doubt on his face, and his tone is reasonable, "It doesn't have to be like this, just do your best."

Lang Cha raised his head slightly, a little disbelieving: "Would that expose our strength too much, I'm afraid these people will disturb the family afterwards."

The corners of Tondro's lips seemed to twitch slightly, with some sarcasm and arrogant arrogance, "Then let them come, and let these ignorant ants see who is the real king of this continent .”

Hearing this, Lang Cha froze in place like a log. Are the monsters hidden deep in the forest of the Tang family about to come out?So can these little black sparrows blend in?He will still become an inconspicuous little soldier in front of this master, and will be reduced to ashes early.

Seeming to feel Lang Cha's surprise, Tang Deluo said lightly, "Tang Wenning still values ​​you very much, you should work hard."

Although Lang Cha was surprised that he called Tang Wenning, who was more than one round older than him, by his name, but she was more concerned about the sentence itself. Could she be blessed by it?

The first competition ended in less than a quarter of an hour. Jiang Xiu was the only one who cared about everyone in the field. Although Jiang Xiu's family was not as big as Chen Benqi's, it was obvious that he broke out in just a few moves. The power is much stronger than Chen Benqi. Such a young man who is not tall and looks slightly thin can be regarded as the eyes of everyone in the mainland. As long as he can perform normally in the follow-up and use all his strength, he wants to make a name for himself in this martial arts competition. Mainland is not a problem either.

The main ones to watch in the second competition were Jing Xiang and the white-faced scholar Xia Wen'er. This man was still smiling and looked like a modest gentleman. He walked up without hesitation, the smile on his face remained the same, and he had no weapons in his hands, so he really looked like an idler with nothing to do.

Ao Ran deeply felt that compared with those children from aristocratic families with fierce faces and leaking domineering aura, his invisible pretense was obviously more deadly.

As one of the few girls who appeared in this round, Jing Xiang obviously won most of the popularity as soon as she came on stage. The appearance of the Jing family is really not a cover. On Jing Xiang's body, Ao Ran turned slightly sideways to block the man behind him with explicit eyes. She couldn't help but think in her heart that this little girl still needs to be protected, there are too many dangers outside.

Jing Xiang's opponent was a tall and slender young man, and that man was obviously very sympathetic. When he saw that Jing Xiang was his opponent, he bent down and clasped his fists, and said in a soft voice, "I have never seen such a beautiful girl, and I will offend you soon." The girl is gone, I hope the girl will not blame her."

After all, Jing Xiang is also a lady of everyone, and she has learned a lot of etiquette in the clan. Although she yelled and was willful and rude in front of Ao Ran and the others, she still behaved well in front of outsiders, spoke softly, and looked gentle and well-behaved. "Young Master, don't be polite. Since it's a contest, then come here frankly and don't have to worry about it."

Seeing how gentle she was, the young man immediately blushed and stammered: "Yes... yes, the girl is right, I am pedantic."

Ao Ran watched with emotion from the audience, "When did this girl talk to me so nicely? It must have been 800 years ago."

Jing Zi deeply agreed, and nodded heavily, "I've already forgotten that she still has such a... well-behaved side."

Jing Fan turned his head and glanced at the two of them, apparently very dissatisfied with the two of them tearing down his sister behind their backs.