Martial King’s Retired Life

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"Master Li, just leave them alone for now. We'll just watch them gamble." Shen Yiren pulled the emperor to the side to rest.

The emperor glanced angrily at the Dragon Bird Alliance that had just been disbanded, and the two of them were covered in cold sweat.

"Take care of yourself, you bastard."

After taking two steps, he came back and spat on the boots of Long Zaitian and Song Ou.

"If you can't win, look carefully at the two of you."

Long Zaitian wiped his sweat and coughed twice.

"There was a little accident just now. Let's continue.'

"Oh, then you Dragon Alliance...

"No, no, no! ! Let's not mention this nickname yet!"

He had only been deducted his salary for three months and this was another big death. Long Zaitian was so heartbroken that he went straight to the truth.

"This needs to be discussed first, Brother Sima. We are all in the martial arts world. If you are poorer than the literati, why not go directly to Beijing to take the exam to obtain fame? You will know by looking at the ranking, so as not to hurt your friendship. Of course, even if you want to take the exam for merit, you still need to know who the marking officer is. It’s not easy to win.

Sima Huai put his hands behind his back and said as if he was not surprised or surprised.

"Of course it's no better than the stuff of literati. Everyone is a martial arts student, so naturally they have proven their skills in martial arts."

Long Zaitian and Song Ou were both startled and looked at each other, but they didn't expect it to go so smoothly. They knew that the people in Daluo Mountain were full of tricks, especially that guy Ming Feizhen who was unlucky and full of bad ideas. Song Ou and Hong Jiu were imprisoned together for many days, and they were well aware of each other's methods. Worrying about the evil intentions of the Daluoshan disciples, he wanted to persuade them not to use any means other than martial arts to win. Unexpectedly, Sima Huai agreed.

Long Zaitian struck while the iron was hot, gave a thumbs up and said: "Brother Sima, please speak quickly. Do you want a civil or military fight?"

Sima Huai was so busy that he asked: "What do you say about literary fighting? What do you say about military fighting?"

"Martial arts is easy to talk about. Let's fight on the ground and change moves. You punch me and kick me, and compete with real swords and guns. Or we can choose one of various martial arts, body skills, hard skills, palm skills, boxing, and internal strength to fight. -Fighting is also the style of martial arts."

"How does Wen Dou compare?"

Long Zaitian grinned and said with a sneer: "Wendu is even simpler. You punch me, and I punch you. Until one party can't bear it anymore."

"You have decided the content very well, but since you have set the rules, is it not good for us?"

"Since we have set the rules, Brother Sima has the final say on the content of the competition.

Sima Huai adjusted his glasses: "Oh? This is quite interesting."

Long Zaitian laughed loudly: "In this case, we will win two out of three rounds. If we win two out of three rounds, we will win. What did Brother Sima say?"

Sima Huai retracted his hands into his sleeves and pondered silently for a while before speaking.

“Are we free to choose the person we want to choose?

"Of course. You pick from your people, and we pick from ours." Long Zaitian smiled proudly. This was actually what he did wrong.

Sima Huai was just two senior brothers, but they had a large number of people and two great masters of magical powers. No matter what the competition is, it is not a comparison of Qinggong, it is a sure win but not a loss. The only thing to worry about is his unexpectedly brilliant Qinggong. That's why Long Zaitian and Song Ou came up with this method of winning two out of three games. Even if Qinggong lost in the first game, no matter what the competition was in the remaining two games, as long as they sent out Albus and Lai Guoshi, they would have a 100% winning rate.

From Sima Huai's point of view, he is good at Qinggong and can protect the situation. His junior brother is good at hard skills and is most suitable for literary fighting. They deliberately set up a literary fight with a clever name, just to lure him into the bait.

As expected, Sima Huai said slowly and authentically: "It makes sense, it's very fair.

Long Zaitian and Song Ou were both happy. This bastard wearing glasses seemed to have a smart face, but in fact he didn't see through his plan at all.

"Then let's start now?"

"No problem, what do you want to compare with?

Sima Huai stretched out his hand and made a three sign.

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"I will compete with you in three rounds of lightness kung fu.'

"You bastard, you are playing tricks on us!

This is not just a failure to see through, it is simply rubbing against the ground at the moment of seeing through!

"The content of each game cannot be repeated!!" Long Zaitian roared.

"You didn't say you couldn't repeat it just now.

Long Zaitian and Song Ou felt for a moment that the eyes of their companions behind them were cold and biting, and they were looks of contempt.

"I've said it now! Anyway, I won't let it be repeated!

Sima Huai pushed up his glasses and said calmly.

"Then my first game was better than flying on the grass, my second game was better than floating on the water, and my third game was better than a simple race.

"Aren't those three games all the same thing!? Aren't you competing in Qinggong!?"

Sima Huai crossed his arms and analyzed calmly.

"This is a fair competition. The three races are clearly different events. When you are horse racing, are short distance and long distance the same thing?

"This is indeed not-...wait!! You can't even try to convince me!! You bastard--how can you have such a dark heart with such an honest face?!

"Didn't you say that I can decide the content?

"That can't be decided like this!! Qinggong can only be counted as one item!"

Song Ou rushed to say: 'We require that we decide the events of the third game, we can't let you decide everything!'

"Why should I agree?" Sima Huai tilted his head,

"The rules you said are full of errors and omissions, do you still want me to abide by them? It seems that you are not ready, and our brothers are leaving now.

Long Zaitian and Song Ou were speechless and could not speak. The eyes of the companions behind them seemed to be scraping flesh from their bodies, and they were so anxious that they almost cried.

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“However, it is not without room for negotiation.

Sima Huai showed a kind smile. At this moment, in the eyes of Long and Bird, his image was like a messenger sent by heaven.

"You two, call Third Brother to come and listen.

Then, no matter how I look at this smile now, I feel sinister.

"Three, three, three,...brother.'

.....Brother who cut his forehead. "Longniao and Longniao couldn't hold it in until their faces were red, and they reluctantly called Mingfei Zhen's junior brother to be his brother.

"Okay, okay, okay." Sima Huai sneered and waved his hand, "Then I will still compete in Qinggong in the first round, how do you guys treat me?

Song Ou and Long Zaitian looked at each other again and nodded.

"I expect that no one among us can match you in terms of Qinggong." This is indeed the truth. It goes without saying that the imperial advisor must not go far if he wants to protect the emperor. As for Alples, although he may not lose, the two of them can't say how long they will compete. Song Ou and Long Zaitian didn't have the dignity to ask him to race with others for an hour or two.

Long Zaitian said: "We will send Dugu to compete with you in Qinggong. But now you can count as the winner."

"Can.

Sima Huai thought for a while: "If I compete with him in the first game, I will be exhausted after that. I will have to let my junior brother play in the second game. The martial arts he is good at are hard skills, and this seems to be designed by you. I It's a one-man-one-palm style of play. As long as you let one of those two take action, my junior brother will definitely be unlucky, so there is no need to compete in the second game. I can just admit defeat.'

It was bold of Long Zaitian to give up the first game, but unexpectedly, Sima Huai also suffered defeat.

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“The third game is decided by you, so you might as well announce it.

Long Zaitian laughed.

"For our third match, let's just have a simple competition and show off our skills. Brother Bodhi, I'm begging you."

Albus smiled and said nothing, but did not refuse. It seemed that he acquiesced. Latin "both

Sima Huai glanced at Alples, still looking confused.

"Who can compete with the famous Northern Xinjiang ghosts and gods? We simply gave up in this round.

-Won! !

Long Zaitian and Song Ou high-fived each other in the air, clasping their heads in excitement and almost starting to sing.

I only heard Sima Huai say calmly.

"Then according to our agreement with Miss Shen, we will be in charge here from now on.

"ah?'

"W-what did you say? Why are you still in charge when you lose?"

Sima Huai adjusted his glasses.

"Did you misunderstand something?"

"Do you still remember the original words of the bet I made with Miss Shen? She said, 'If you win, all the command of this trip will be handed over to you. Whatever you say will be whatever it is. If I win, it will be the same.' . In other words, it’s the same thing if she wins. The power of command is given to me, right?

The two dragons and birds were stunned. They had never seen such a shameless person.

"Otherwise, why do you think I agreed to this bet? These are the exact words of the bet. Miss Shen, I told you before. I hope you won't regret it. From today on, the command here will be handed over to Give it to me."

He looked calmly at Shen Yiren in the distance.

The young beauty raised her head and her shockingly beautiful face made everyone tremble in their hearts.

And she was smiling.

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