Chapter 297 Amazing Odds

The audience's emotions were aroused again.

The thin man was even busier, but he still had time to ask Sun Fuling: "Will you place a bet?"

He Lingchuan winked at him, but it was too late. Sun Fuling actually took out another tael of silver: "Bet!"

She still bet on the high odds.

"Auntie, this guy looks even less reliable than a wild boar!" Why are you still betting? He Lingchuan pressed the back of her hand, "Do you want to think about it again?"

"I know." Sun Fuling blinked, "So I'll only bet one tael of silver this time."

"..."

She smiled with curved eyebrows: "A little gambling is fun, it's okay."

Half a minute later.

Sun Fuling grabbed He Lingchuan's arm and hung her head: "My money..." It's gone down the drain.

He Lingchuan laughed: "One tael of silver can buy hundreds of buns."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Sun Fuling's hand strength became stronger, from pulling to pinching.

A smart person would not say "I told you so" at this time, but would say: "Forget it, Meng Shan will get his comeuppance sooner or later."

"It's better to do it now than to wait for a day." Suddenly, another voice came from the side. He Lingchuan turned around and saw that it was Xiao Maoliang!

Hu Min laughed in surprise: "Boss, why are you here just now!"

"The meeting has been going on until now, and I almost missed the show." Xiao Maoliang looked at the No. 7 ring, "Is Meng Shan defending the ring today?"

"Yes, this guy has already beaten four people." Hu Min shook his head, "I think the No. 7 ring will end early today."

The No. 7 ring is an open ring, and the people can also watch the whole process. As an entertainment program that people love to see, the No. 7 ring is open one day a week, and it may be opened more times depending on the situation.

There are not many entertainment activities in the city, and Xiao Maoliang does not want to miss this kind of fun.

If no one goes up to challenge Meng Shan, the gap will exceed half an hour, even if Meng Shan successfully defends the ring, the No. 7 ring activity will end today.

The thin man came over and bowed to greet Xiao Maoliang. He was still a patrol guard, so of course he was respectful to the generals of the Dafeng Army. But he also felt it was a pity: "It would be better if two more people went up." I haven't earned enough today.

Xiao Maoliang smiled at He Lingchuan.

He usually doesn't smile, and He Lingchuan's heart suddenly tightened. Why did Commander Xiao smile at me?

"Broken Knife, do you want to go up?"

"Me?" He Lingchuan pointed at his nose, "Now?"

"You have challenged Meng Shan six or seven times, and you are also the opponent he least wants to meet." When Xiao Maoliang said this, He Lingchuan touched his nose. In fact, Xiao Tou wanted to say that he is an indestructible cockroach, right?

"I've seen your fight twice, you're not without a chance of winning." Xiao Maoliang pointed to the stage, "Today's a rare opportunity, do you want to try?"

The two Dafeng sergeants following him had also participated in the Valley Battle, they all recognized He Lingchuan, and had fought against Meng Shan, so they all responded: "Yes, Duan Dao, go up and give us a slap!"

"Let this fat guy know what it means to have someone better than you!"

The thin man's eyes lit up, and he nodded like pounding rice: "Yes, yes, Duan Dao, your odds are also very high, I will definitely bet on you this time!" If he wins, he can really wait to count the money!

He Lingchuan rolled his eyes at him, is this a teammate?

In the past, when he fought with Meng Shan in the South Courtyard, it was not shameful to lose, because the audience were all martial artists anyway; but the people under this stage were all civilians.

Xiao Maoliang patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder: "Why do you practice martial arts for a thousand days? This must happen."

Sun Fuling had been listening, and suddenly said: "If you go up to the ring, I'll bet my annual salary on you."

Her almond eyes were very bright and full of vitality.

He Lingchuan looked into her eyes and suddenly didn't have so many concerns. Maybe Xiao Maoliang's words hit his heart.

He looked at Sun Fuling and said: "I have a condition. If you agree, I will go up to compete."

Sun Fuling did not hesitate: "You say!"

He Lingchuan exhaled, and suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Whether you win or lose, you have to kiss me."

There was a lot of noise around, and almost no one could overhear.

Sun Fuling's eyes fixed.

But after He Lingchuan said this, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

I don't know why it came out so easily, without thinking, and now I hit a wall.

"Forget it, just treat it as my nonsense, this condition does not count." He waved his hand, "I'll go up."

Unexpectedly, Sun Fuling suddenly stretched out her fist towards him: "Okay, I agree. But you have to win!"

He Lingchuan was overjoyed, stretched out his fist and lightly touched her: "It's a deal."

Meng Shan had already walked to the corner of the ring and yawned with his mouth wide open.

No one came up for a quarter of an hour, and another quarter of an hour would be considered a successful defense.

Boring, very boring!

He was just feeling bored here, and suddenly someone jumped up from under the stage.

Applause broke out all around, cheering for the fearless newcomers. Everyone who was beaten down by Meng Shan was seriously injured, and they were only one breath away from death. In this situation, there are still people who dare to come up, and this courage alone is worth applauding.

Meng Shan also sneered:

Okay, let me see which kid has the guts to come up and give it to you...Huh?

Hey?

What's going on?

Meng Shan's face darkened, because the man who came up greeted him familiarly: "Hey, Meng Shan, we haven't seen each other for half a month!"

Broken Knife!

"You're here to die at this time?" This guy had pestered him seven or eight times before? Although he was beaten every time, Meng Shan knew in his heart that Broken Knife was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

Last time he defeated him, Meng Shan was also injured, so he simply went home to recuperate for a long time.

In the huge Panlong City, the person Meng Shan least wanted to see, besides General Hong, was this sticky guy in front of him.

"I made a bet, and I must win the money back." He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him, "Please."

Even if he was well prepared, when he stood on the No. 7 ring and faced thousands of enthusiastic spectators, that enthusiasm turned into overwhelming pressure!

Being watched by thousands of people, pointed at by thousands of people, and angry by thousands of people can all converge into a physical aura.

He had read in a book before that a handsome man was surrounded by people when he went out. Once there were so many people watching that they stared at him to death. Um... what was the name of that weak boy? It doesn't matter.

He Lingchuan used to just treat it as a joke, but now he can't laugh.

If he loses on the No. 7 ring, he will be embarrassed in front of the whole city, and it may become a topic of conversation and a joke for the grandparents in the next half month.

The pressure is so great.

He secretly took a deep breath.

He has been on the line of life and death countless times, so why should he be afraid of this excitement? Xiao Maoliang is right, it will happen sooner or later.

Meng Shan snorted, walked to the side of the weapon rack, picked up a four-foot-long mace with wooden nails, and a round hand shield.

People who are familiar with his fighting style exclaimed, Meng Shan doesn't choose heavy weapons?

Xiao Maoliang said in surprise: "This guy is quite smart." It doesn't match his appearance.

The thin man smiled and said: "He suffered at the hands of Broken Knife, and he doesn't intend to use brute force blindly."

He Lingchuan also walked to the weapon rack, reached out and took down a wooden sword, weighed it, and checked it carefully. Well, the weight is okay, and there are no cracks.

Even in the No. 7 ring, the quality of weapons is as poor as ever. Fortunately, the material of the wooden sword was decent, otherwise he was afraid that it would break after two chops.

Both of them were wearing light leather armor, but the wooden sword would not be able to break through the defense of Meng Shan's size and strength without tricks, and it might even explode into sawdust.

The two sides had fought six or seven times, and knew each other well, so there was no need to test each other. Meng Shan strode forward, swung a stick, and then shook the ground and stomped.

Usually no one dared to take his attack head-on, and most of them would retreat backwards, so his ground shaking would make the opponent unstable.

As long as He Lingchuan showed a slight flaw, the hand shield would hit him.

Although this kind of shield is not as heavy as the mountain shield, it is still effective for hitting people.

However, He Lingchuan was familiar with his style and would never suffer this loss. When the mace was swung down, he did not retreat but advanced, and suddenly accelerated, and crashed into Meng Shan's arms with the sword!

This move was light and agile, and was called "nursing swallow throwing forest" in the Yanhui body method. Others only saw a shadow passing by, and the blade of the wooden sword directly stabbed Meng Shan's belly!

This was a very risky move. If he was half a second slower, Meng Shan's stick would hit him directly on the head.

Xiao Maoliang in the audience exclaimed "Huh", a little surprised.

He had fought Meng Shan head-on in Yanhe Valley, and knew that when this guy started to move, there was a strong aura around him, which could attract or delay the opponent's actions. This was also Meng Shan's magic weapon to deal with clever enemies.

Most of the agile and flexible opponents were thin and small, and they were easily led astray by him. Not only did their original attacks greatly reduce their original attacks, but even their body movements would be deformed. At that time, Meng Shan would let the opponent know what it meant to be crushed by a mountain.

However, He Lingchuan knew his tricks too well, after all, they were all lessons learned in blood.

But even the strongest aura will fluctuate. Today, he practiced swordplay in the waves, feeling the situation of water being unpredictable but tangible. At this time, he keenly felt the unevenness of Meng Shan's aura. There was always a vacuum crack that could be used, and he cut in from its edge.

He Lingchuan's attack was precise, and he also targeted the opponent's diaphragm, wanting Meng Shan to feel the pain of the wild boar before.

Meng Shan was exhaling and shouting, his belly was bulging, and he was stabbed backwards by this, which was very uncomfortable, but he stood firmly in his horse stance and didn't even take a step back.

However, He Lingchuan didn't succeed. The opponent's belly was bulging like a balloon. It was hard to tell whether it was true qi or fat inside. In short, it was very elastic, and it was difficult to use the wooden sword.

At this time, he missed the Fusheng Sword very much. Meng Shan's fat body would definitely not be able to withstand the sharp tip of the sword.

Unfortunately, this is a dream arena, and he can't even use the ghost shadow cicada shell--

Too expensive!

However, almost no one noticed that the blade spit out more than a foot of aura.

Meng Shan hugged backhand.

His strength was greater than that of a wild boar. If He Lingchuan was held tightly, Huang would be squeezed out. He had seen Meng Shan break someone's spine alive.