Chapter 483

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As soon as Ah Qing left, Yang Miaozhen came over and said, "Young Master Song, it seems that you and Ah Qing have a good relationship."

Song Qingshu unexpectedly glanced at the heroic woman in front of her, and smiled slightly: "It's normal."

Yang Miaozhen's smile suffocated, and he was about to come to check his mouth, but who knew that he was not leaking, after thinking about it, Yang Miaozhen rolled his eyes, and continued to probe: "I heard that after the war just now, the odds of A-Qing girl have plummeted, almost One loses one, and the odds for us are almost a dozen or so, it seems that this time the King of the Golden Snake is more than a girl Aqing."

"Really?" Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he called Zeng Rou beside him quickly, "Rou Rou, go and take out the silver notes from the box in my room and put them all on me."

"Ah?" Zeng Rou's small mouth opened wide, "Full pressure?" That's not a small amount.

"Of course, all the pressure, such a good opportunity to make money is not worth it." Song Qingshu hurriedly urged.

"Uh, okay." Zeng Rou left with a puzzled look on her face. She wanted to ask the Ninth Princess first, otherwise Big Brother Song was impulsive, and the Ninth Princess would not be allowed to drink the Northwest Wind with him in the future?

But when Zhu Yuluo heard her words, her eyes also lit up, she brought out a small delicate box from the back room and stuffed it into Zeng Rou's hand: "This is some dowry I've saved over the years, you help me put it in, by the way, If you have private money, remember to invest it, there are not many good opportunities like this."

Seeing the eyes of the nine princesses who admired in their hearts glowing with silver, Zeng Rou was suddenly shocked by the wind...

"Young Master Song is so sure that he can win?" Yang Miaozhen looked at him in disbelief.

"Should..." Song Qingshu showed a shy smile, "It's okay."

Yang Miaozhen was suddenly puzzled, is he pretending to be mysterious or is he really confident? Is it to disturb my mind later?

"Since Young Master Song said this, he thinks that he will be able to win the little sister steadily later?" Yang Miaozhen stared at his eyes, trying to see something different.

"Six Niangzi's spear skills are outstanding, Song has always admired it, there is no reason to win." Song Qingshu said modestly.

Yang Miaozhen's teeth itch with hatred. Although Song Qingshu said it modestly, the expression on his face was almost to say that you are not my opponent.

"I want you to look good later!" Yang Miaozhen suppressed the depression in her heart and was about to leave, but suddenly found that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu Yuluo, who had been with Song Qingshu, were not here now, so she asked suspiciously, "I don't know if Zhou Zhiruo and Jiu Sect were there. Why isn't the princess here?"

"They are, there is something that can't get away for the time being." Song Qingshu closed his mouth after speaking, and refused to reveal a word.

"What can be more important than being by your husband's side at this time?"

Yang Miaozhen was even more puzzled, but she also understood that if she stayed, she would not be able to find out anything of value. She turned around and took a few steps when she suddenly stopped and said something mysteriously: "Now people in the world are talking about Song Gongzi. Blessed, to be favored by two fairy-like girls, the little sister is very curious about how the son made them close as sisters?"

"Don't you know that the fourth lady became their sister?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but joked.

"Bah!" Yang Miaozhen couldn't help but spit. In fact, a beautiful woman like her hangs around in the bandit group all day long, and she has to be molested by those guys in various ways, but she has always been sturdy and usually choked back , In addition to her strong martial arts, she has not suffered any losses.

It's a pity that now she encounters Song Qingshu, whose skin is thicker than the city wall, and whose martial arts are not under her. Yang Miaozhen finds that she has nothing to do, so she stomps her feet and turns around and leaves.

The one-hour break passed quickly, and Huang Rong announced the official start of the third round of the competition. The first match was Song Qingshu facing Yang Miaozhen.

Yang Miaozhen stood upright in the corner of the ring, with the spear in her hand on the ground quietly, she could feel that her spirit had reached its peak, and her state was a bit better than when she competed with Shi Potian before.

This time, she did not continue to criticize the red cloak. Although this cloak can also be used as a weapon, it can be used against ordinary soldiers, and against a master of Song Qingshu's level.

Looking at the woman standing across from the ring, Song Qingshu almost couldn't help whistling. Yang Miaozhen was tall and slender, with no cloak blocking her, her hot body bulging forward and backward was unobstructed, as if a proud rouge horse was standing there. Waiting for the doomed knight to conquer...

"Bah, bah, when is this all, and I still think about it!" Song Qingshu felt a little contempt for himself.

Yang Miaozhen's eyes lit up, she had been keenly aware of Song Qingshu's lack of attention at this moment, she scolded her body, grabbed the spear and waved it forward.

Looking at the slate coming from the sky, Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed, and he did not avoid it. He stretched out his hands and pressed it forward. The flying slate seemed to be caught by an invisible big hand, and stood motionless in the air.

At this moment, the slate moved extremely still, and many people with insufficient skill in the arena were disgusted and nauseated when they saw their chests, and they were all horrified.

Among them, those who knew Song Qingshu had different expressions. Yu Wanting and Wen Tailai, who had a deep hatred with him, turned pale, obviously hated and feared in their hearts; Mu Wangfu and Wudang School, who had friends with him, showed joy on their faces; Shaolin Chongyang, those who had a holiday with him

They all looked solemn...

Huang Rong glanced at the figure in the arena, her eyes were extremely complicated, she couldn't help but start to think about a question, and she didn't know who was better in martial arts than Brother Jing or him...

Thinking of the situation in the cave that night, Huang Rong sighed and looked away unnaturally, but suddenly found that her daughter beside her was staring at the man with bright eyes. If you don't deal with it, why are you looking at him like this?

There were various forms of beings under the arena, but only a moment passed on the arena. The slate that was still in mid-air shattered in a second, and a dazzling pear flower gun bloomed. Yang Miaozhen's entire body spiraled and stabbed towards Song Qingshu at a rapid speed.

Yang Miaozhen's marksmanship was originally as fast as lightning, but now he is blessed with a spiral force, which is not only faster, but also multiplies its power. Song Qingshu did not dare to hit his front.

As if Yang Miaozhen had expected it, the spear in his hand sank down and stabbed directly into the ring. With the help of the anti-vibration force from the earth, the whole body turned in a circle, and the two straight long legs were like real pear flower spears. Suddenly, he stabbed Song Qingshu in the neck.

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