"ah--"

Song Ruyue, who was watching the competition seriously, screamed in fright, and her face turned pale.

The other warriors in the audience changed their colors slightly.

From the broken leg, blood spurted out.

The man named Jiang Yan suddenly tilted his body and fell to the ground, where he howled miserably.

He Yiming, holding the golden ring knife, was also stunned for a moment and stopped in place.

He didn't expect that his sword would actually cut off the opponent's right leg. He had been fighting for too long and was so anxious that he had no time to stop his strength.

"when!"

The gong sounded, and the competition ended.

"He Yiming wins!"

After the examiner finished his announcement, the servants of the Jiang family immediately ran onto the stage and were about to carry the person away. An old man next to the examiner suddenly said: "Carry him to the backstage first, and pick up the broken leg as well. I will help him pick it up."

.There will be no problem walking in the future, but I won’t be as flexible as before.”

When everyone in the Jiang family heard this, they immediately recovered from their grief and hurriedly carried the person backstage.

Someone immediately came on stage to clean up the blood stains.

Amid the cheers of everyone at Huwei Escort, He Yiming put away his knife and went backstage to rest and regain his strength.

Take a short break for a quarter of an hour.

The audience in the audience were talking a lot.

The faces of everyone in the Qin family changed, and they became worried.

Song Ruyue's face turned pale, and she stepped forward and begged: "Master, please remind Chuan'er again. If it doesn't work, just admit defeat, but don't..."

"Shut up!"

When Qin Wenzheng heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows and scolded sternly: "Stay there!"

Next to him, the second master of the Qin family, the fourth master of the Qin family, and even the sisters-in-law also started to criticize.

"Sister-in-law, how can you say such unfavorable words at this juncture?"

"Sister-in-law, you'd better go to the back and rest."

Song Ruyue suddenly said angrily: "It's not your son, so of course you don't worry!"

As soon as these words came out, the place suddenly fell silent.

Everyone in the Qin family looked at her in shock.

The muscles on Qin Wenzheng's face twitched, and he stared at her and said, "You say that again?"

Song Ruyue froze, and immediately realized what she was doing, and said hurriedly: "Master, I'm not telling you, I'm telling his uncle and aunt... Chuan'er is, is your son..."

Qin Wenzheng's face was gloomy and his eyes were spitting fire.

"I...I'm going to stay in the back..."

Song Ruyue shrank her neck and said weakly, then returned to the back dejectedly, her face flushed.

Bai Ling covered his mouth and snickered.

When Song Ruyue heard the sound, she glared at her, then suddenly looked back and said, "Qingzhou, why are you so close to Xia Chan?"

Miss Qin and Bai Ling both turned around.

Luo Qingzhou hesitated, took a step back and said, "Protect her."

Song Ruyue immediately rolled her eyes: "Does someone need your protection? You'd better protect yourself."

Luo Qingzhou knew that she was feeling depressed and said nothing.

Song Ruyue turned around and glared at Mei'er next to her: "Didn't you see that I'm sweating profusely? Where's the fan?"

Meier hurriedly took out her fan and fanned her.

Song Ruyue said angrily: "If you continue to be lazy, I will give you to that pig-killing Niu Er tomorrow!"

Mei'er didn't dare to say a word and fanned herself hard.

Bai Ling on the side smiled and said: "Madam, there are only a dozen maids left in the house. If we give them away, there will be none."

When Song Ruyue heard this, thinking about the former glory of the Qin Mansion, she suddenly felt sad and secretly complained that her master should not have resigned from the title and should not have dispersed the family property.

The property is gone. How will I live in Kyoto in the future?

Sit back and eat everything?

She suddenly thought of the bookstore opened by Wei Mo in Kyoto, and thought of someone who could write books, and suddenly sighed secretly: It seems that she will have to rely on someone's breath in the future.

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned her head again and said with a smile on her face: "Qingzhou, go back tonight, my mother-in-law will prepare delicious food for you."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"when--"

The gong sounded, and the second contest began.

Song Ruyue's expression suddenly changed, she looked towards the stage and began to feel nervous.

Everyone in the Qin family stopped talking and looked at the stage.

Luo Qingzhou quietly took a step forward again, stretched out his hand to hold the cold hand that was retracted into his sleeve, and slowly stroked and kneaded it.

Xia Chan clenched the sword in her hand, struggled for a while, but failed to break free, then stepped back with her right foot and stepped on his instep.

Luo Qingzhou's expression did not change, he was still playing with her soft little hands in her soft sleeves, looking towards the stage.

Xia Chan didn't move, her little hands in her sleeves didn't struggle anymore, her pretty face was as cold as ice, and she looked at the stage.

Xiaodie and Qiu'er looked at each other and pretended not to see.

"He Hong at the Xiabeishan Boxing Gym, Brother Qin, please!"

On the ring, a tall and burly young man raised his hands to Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan also cupped his hands and said, "I'm Qin Chuan, brother congratulations, please!"

The spectators in the audience could not help but urge: "Stop, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, fight quickly! Fight quickly!"

"boom!"

He Hong punched out, and a dense shadow of his fist suddenly appeared and instantly enveloped Qin Chuan on the opposite side.

Song Ruyue clenched her hands, her palms full of sweat.

The second master of the Qin family suddenly changed his expression and said: "Brother, this He Hong's Beishan Fist has actually reached the third stage and has many changes. No wonder he can become the direct disciple of Beishan Fist."

"boom!"

Qin Chuan didn't shy away and punched him directly.

The huge fist shadow brought with it a rapidly rotating whirlpool, instantly sucking in those densely packed fist shadows.

The two fists met and there was an explosion.

Both of them were shaken, took a few steps back, then stood firm, and rushed forward again.

In the blink of an eye, "bang bang bang bang", the figures were erratic, and the four fists turned into dense fist shadows. The fists collided with each other, making a deafening sound.

"Yes, Chuan'er's Nine Aperture Fist has actually been practiced to the extreme. It seems that this period of practice has not been in vain."

Mr. Qin once again commented happily.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged hundreds of punches.

Waves of air were rolling around, causing the clothes of everyone in the audience to flutter and their long hair to fly.

"boom!"

The two punched each other again, but both were knocked away. After taking a few steps back, they rushed forward again.

He Hong suddenly jumped up, dived down, and his fists suddenly turned into fist shadows all over the sky, shrouding Qin Chuan in darkness.

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes and punched into the shadow of the fist with only one punch!

Dense fist shadows fell on him, but he still stood motionless, his huge fist colliding heavily with the fist behind the fist shadow.

"Bang!"

His feet suddenly shook, and the ground suddenly cracked.

The two fists are touching each other, one is standing upright on the ground, and the other is standing upside down and standing in mid-air, as if performing acrobatics.

But all warriors can see that the two are competing for internal strength.

The robes of the two men bulged, and the sleeves of their arms rustled, as if there was air flowing in the sleeves.

"Bang!"

Not long after, the other fists of the two collided heavily again.
To be continued...