Chapter 160: Getting Hit While Lying Down!

It's a shame!

This tea party is not a martial arts conference, there is no competition at all, almost none of the schools, factions and families have brought the strongest disciples, a group of crooked melons and dates, aren't they looking for abuse?

On the contrary, the two juniors brought by Uncle Feng Zhong can definitely be regarded as the leaders of the younger generation in terms of realm and swordsmanship attainments. There were hundreds of rounds of fighting, but in the end they were defeated.

Uncle Feng Zhong had collected almost all the martial arts of each faction, and Wen Chong was the only one of his subordinates to fight. He single-handedly defeated all the factions in central Sichuan, which was simply arrogant.

"Let's continue!"

Uncle Feng Zhong threw out the sword in his hand again with a look of unfinished thought. The others feared him like a tiger and did not dare to complain, so they had to continue to play.

This time, the drum sounded, and the long sword appeared in Master Qing Jing's hand.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This feeling was really uncomfortable. They were so depressed that they just wanted to cry. They just wanted the Emei faction to quickly lose the other half of the Yuangong Sword Art, so that this damn game could end quickly and get away from this danger. The place.

Master Qing Jing held the sword in one hand, her face was terribly gloomy. The sword entered her hand, and she didn't want to pass it on at all, "Uncle Feng Zhong, you are too deceitful."

"Huh?" Uncle Feng Zhong raised his eyes, a cold light flashed between his brows.

Qing Jing stood up suddenly, and glared at Uncle Feng Zhong, "If you want to fight, come and fight with me, why use this method to humiliate all of you again and again?"

"You?" Uncle Feng Zhong looked at Qing Jing contemptuously, "Qing Jing, even if it is your master, I couldn't pass a hundred moves in my hands back then. You, one move is enough!"

"You..." Qing Jing was so angry that she was speechless.

"Now, the sword is in your hands. According to the agreement, you will either send a disciple out to fight, or directly present the other half of the Ape Lord Sword Art." Uncle Feng Zhong glanced at Qing Jing coldly, "Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the past." .”

"What do you want to do with collecting so many cheat books?" Qing Jing asked angrily, the old man's behavior was really abnormal.

"You don't care about this." Uncle Feng Zhong chuckled, and suddenly replied Qing Jing's words.

Qing Jing became angry for a moment, so angry that he almost vomited blood, he staggered back two steps, and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, a pale yellow figure jumped out and supported Qing Jing.

On one side, when Huang Jianguo saw someone coming, he looked as if he had been stabbed through the back door, his face wrinkled into a sharpened face, and he really didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

"You are old and disrespectful, and you bully others, what kind of a hero are you?" Huang Qimeng glared at Uncle Feng Zhong, who looked like an angry little hen.

Everyone present shrank their necks, this little girl was lighting a lantern in the toilet, looking for Xiang!

What a beautiful little girl, how could she be so stupid? Or is it that she is not afraid of death at all, and it is over now.

Uncle Feng Zhong raised his head to look at Huang Qimeng, and also seemed a little surprised, "Are all the girls from the Emei School all of you with such violent tempers? Little girl, what's your name?"

"Huang Qimeng!" Huang Qimeng raised her proud neck and looked down at Uncle Feng Zhong with her lower eyelids.

It is rare to meet such a young junior who dares to speak to her in such a tone. Uncle Feng Zhong smiled and looked at Huang Qimeng meaningfully, "You want to stand up for your master?"

Judging by Huang Qimeng's age, she should be a quiet grandchild!

The sharp eyes made Huang Qimeng want to back away, but with Qing Jing beside her, she still stood up, holding her head stubbornly, "So what? You think that among the younger generation present, there is no Can one be the opponent of your two disciples? You also underestimate the Wujie in Central Shu."

Yo huh? When Uncle Feng Zhong heard this, he couldn't help being happy, "Little girl, you have a very serious tone, Chonger, let's do a couple of tricks with this girl."

A little girl of the third grade of Wusheng can say such words, and the people around are dumbfounded. They don't know whether to call her stupid or say that she is not afraid of tigers when she is a newborn calf, but no matter what, this little girl is more courageous than those present. Everyone should be much stronger.

"Qimeng, don't mess around, get back." Master Qing Jing commanded in a deep voice.

However, before Huang Qimeng had time to answer, Wen Chong had already walked over with his sword when he heard Uncle Feng Zhong's words, and cupped his hands at Huang Qimeng coldly, "Miss, please enlighten me."

A martial arts student of the ninth rank, and a martial arts student of the third rank, is it worth a fight? There will be no suspense at all.

Qing Jing was about to refuse, but Huang Qimeng blushed and said, "You are a big man, you are shameless to bully me, a weak woman."

"Didn't you stand up and challenge yourself, girl?" Wen Chong listened, with black lines all over his face.

"Just because I stand up, it doesn't mean that I just want to challenge you." Huang Qimeng suppressed her face.

"Girl, you said it yourself just now, is it possible that you have to eat your own words?" Wen Chong was convinced, saying that women are unreasonable, now he has really learned the lesson, what he said just now, he didn't recognize it in a blink of an eye.

To be honest, Huang Qimeng was really a little scared. She has a fiery temper, and she just said those words because of her enthusiasm. It's not that Emei disciples didn't play just now, and the leader of the third generation played. Still losing the battle, she can only be regarded as the middle of the third generation of Emei, and she is looking for abuse when fighting Wen Chong.

"I can't beat you." After holding back for a long time, Huang Qimeng finally choked out a word.

Even the icy Wen Chong couldn't hold back a playful smile on his face after hearing these words, thinking that this girl had a lot of backbone, but he didn't want to admit defeat automatically.

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero. It's better to admit defeat, so as not to be embarrassing in the fight." Uncle Feng Zhong chuckled, raised his eyes to look at Qing Jing, with a clear meaning, since your disciple has surrendered, the other half of the ape swordsmanship, should Have you handed it over?

"Although I can't beat him, it doesn't mean that no one can beat him. The martial arts in the middle of Sichuan are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Let alone everyone present, if I pick one at random, I can beat the shit out of you two disciples. .” Before Qingjing could speak, Huang Qimeng started talking again.

It was such a rant, everyone shook their heads and smiled wryly. There are indeed quite a few young people who are more capable than these two young people, but they are all veteran martial arts masters. Among the younger generation, who else can match them?

If there were really someone capable of defeating these two young people, would they still lose so badly?

Uncle Feng Zhong glanced at him, and everyone turned their eyes away.

Looking at Huang Qimeng again, "Okay, little girl, you choose one."

These words were really domineering, and completely underestimated everyone present. They didn't believe that these crooked melons on the Golden Summit could be the opponents of his two disciples and grandchildren.

These two disciples are often accompanied by Uncle Feng Zhong, trained by Uncle Feng Zhong himself, and have learned the true biography of Uncle Feng Zhong, not to mention the middle of Sichuan, even in the whole of China, they are definitely top-notch. On one point, Uncle Feng Zhong has absolute confidence.

How can the disciples trained by Wu Zong masters be comparable to the elites of ordinary sects?

Huang Qimeng looked around like catching ducks on the shelf, and everyone present shrank their necks. Wherever Huang Qimeng looked, they avoided, just like a teacher asking a question in a primary school class, for fear of being called by name.

"he!"

Suddenly, Huang Qimeng pointed to a corner of the square, and a smile finally appeared on her tense face.

Everyone looked in the direction of Huang Qimeng's finger, and saw a young man dozing off with his head propped on one hand on a seat at the back of the square.

That's right, he was dozing off. How could he still fall asleep at such a tense moment?

Looking at him one after another, Xue Xuan, who was sitting next to Su Hang, quickly pushed his shoulder. The push didn't matter, and Su Hang's chin almost knocked on the table.

Waking up suddenly, Su Hang looked at Xue Xuan inexplicably, but saw Xue Xuan pointing to the front with an ugly face, turned her face away, her eyes were like wolves and tigers.

"Uh..." Su Hang paused, "Why are you all looking at me?"

Xue Xuan quickly explained to Su Hang briefly, and suddenly, Su Hang wanted to scold her, she had already kept a low profile to sleep in a corner, but she was able to find her, this Huang Qimeng, she really didn't pay for her life.