Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 397
It took a while for the referee to realize that the process of this competition was too unimaginable. First, the pen in one hand broke, broke, and fell apart for no reason, and then the two wrestled and entangled each other like shrews fighting. Shao ghostwritten, completed the competition, he was really an eye-opener!
He swallowed and announced, "No. 31, pass!"

Princess Taiping was furious, and refused to accept it: "She's playing tricks, this competition doesn't count!"

Feng Qian said with a faint smile: "Princess, this is not called cheating, this is called being brave and resourceful!"

Princess Taiping wanted to argue, but Princess Ziyun stopped her: "Since the outcome has been decided, we are willing to bet and admit defeat, so please start the next group as soon as possible!"

Both Xuanyuanche and Sikong Shengjie are top experts, letting them fight among themselves will undoubtedly weaken Fengqian's strength, and she is happy to see it succeed.

Feng Qian looked at Xuanyuanche and Sikong Shengjie worriedly. She didn't want to see the two tigers fighting, but it was unavoidable. For a while, she didn't know who to support.

The referee ordered two new giant brushes to be replaced, and Xuanyuanche and Sikong Shengjie came to the center of the competition field at the same time.

This is the last competition of the fifth level, which will determine which four people will enter the last level to compete for the Sparrow of the Cloud, so the atmosphere is unprecedentedly tense.

Xuanyuanche stood there silently, like an old bell, motionless under the pressure of Mount Tai.

Suddenly, he said: "You have very little spiritual power left. For the sake of fairness, Gu will not use spiritual power during the competition!"

Sikong Shengjie frowned and smiled: "Why don't we make a bet?"

Xuanyuan Che raised his eyebrows.

Sikong Shengjie twitched his pink lips slightly: "Whoever wins, Xiao Feng'er will go with him!"

Xuanyuanche's handsome face suddenly sank, and he glared at him angrily.

Feng Qian was also taken aback, and quickly said, "I disagree!"

Sikong Shengjie said again: "Then let's change the bet, who will love Xiaofeng'er more and who is more qualified to protect her?"

Feng Qian frowned, and wanted to stop her, but saw Sikong Shengjie blinking at her and stopped her.

Feng Qian wondered what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.

Xuanyuanche snorted coldly magnetically: "Okay, if you lose, from now on, you are not allowed to like Qianqian anymore, and you are not allowed to even have a single thought!"

The domineering tone is unbearable!

Princess Taiping wondered: "Aren't you fighting for the sparrow now? Why did it suddenly become a rivalry?"

It's fine if she doesn't say it, but when she said that, Princess Ziyun's heart was pierced.

Her sweetheart is fighting a duel for her rival in love, which hurts her self-esteem too much!

Sikong Shengjie smiled lightly, the stars in his phoenix eyes were shining brightly, charming and bewitching.

However, in the next instant, two cold lights shot out from his eyes!

With a movement of his body, he made the first move!
Xuanyuanche reacted extremely quickly, and dodged sideways, avoiding his sharp palm, and at the same time punched Sikong Shengjie's elbow!

Sikong Shengjie seemed to have been prepared for a long time, he moved his feet lightly, turned around to Xuanyuanche's other side, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed at Xuanyuanche's shoulder!
The two of you come and go, one fist is strong and aggressive, the other is sharp, light and changeable, with twenty strokes in a blink of an eye, they are evenly matched!

They didn't use weapons or spiritual power, and they fought with the most primitive fists and kicks. Even so, they were dazzling and wonderful!

The confrontation between masters is often not about how cool the martial arts are, but about the changes in each move.

The strength of each punch, the angle of the punch, and the timing of the attack all require careful calculation!

The strength of each palm, the direction of the palm, and the change of the palm style are inseparable from accurate judgment!
Martial arts competition is like a game, and these two are just the best players in the game, so watching the two fight is like watching a wonderful game of chess, every punch, every palm, every step, every move The changes in body shape are full of mysteries, which is amazing!

Feng Qian watched the fierce confrontation between the two nervously, not daring to blink for a moment, for fear of missing every move.

In the ear, Jun Qinghong's voice suddenly came: "Who do you want to win between the two?"

Feng Qian was startled, then shook her head: "I just hope they don't get hurt!"

Jun Qinghong said again: "Hurry up, the winner should be determined soon."

Feng Qian looked at him puzzled, Jun Qinghong smiled slightly, and said: "The two people's exercises, one rigid and the other soft, seem to be very different, but they are actually related to the same vein, and they are inseparable from each other! In terms of speed and reaction, The two are on par, in terms of wisdom and strategy, the two are also on par, it's a pity..."

He paused, and Feng Qian asked in surprise, "What's the pity?"

Jun Qinghong shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that His Royal Highness the Third Prince is injured, and his physical strength is not as good as that of the King of Beiyan. So once the two sides fall into a stalemate, it will only become more and more unfavorable to His Highness the Third Prince..."

Sure enough, as he expected, Sikong Shengjie's reaction and speed slowed down significantly, and the counter move became a little reluctant. When he looked carefully, thin sweat oozes from his forehead.

After another ten rounds, Xuanyuan Che punched Sikong Shengjie in the heart suddenly, Sikong Shengjie couldn't react in time, so he had to retreat quickly.

Xuanyuanche pressed on step by step, his fist was getting closer and closer to his heart!
Ten inches, nine inches, eight inches, seven inches...

Just when Xuanyuan Che was about to punch Sikong Shengjie, Sikong Shengjie suddenly stopped, stood on the spot, motionless.

From Xuanyuanche's perspective, he saw Sikong Shengjie smiling at him with a startling smile.

That smile is so holy and flawless, like a snow lotus blooming in the top of the snowy region.

That smile was so clean and innocent, he seemed to see that skinny but unbelievably beautiful white-haired boy chasing after his ass, calling senior brother over and over again...

Back in time, he brought his little follower to practice swords, read books, and play chess together. They chased and played among bamboo forests and streams, and they fought side by side in training and fighting...

When injured, they heal and apply medicine to each other;
When they are down, they encourage and comfort each other;

When they are happy, they barbecue together and secretly drink the master's wine;
When they were homesick, they acted as each other's family members and told about every plant and tree in their hometown...

Everything seems to be back to yesterday!

Five inches, four inches, three inches...

Xuanyuanche's arm shook suddenly, and he withdrew his fist abruptly!
He can't lay hands on him!
That's his junior, he can't do it!
However, at this critical moment, Sikong Shengjie's smile changed, and there was a sly arc on his lips.

He stretched out two fingers, and suddenly poked Xuanyuanche's shoulder acupuncture point!
Xuanyuan Che retracted his fist temporarily, recoiled with vigor, and before he could recover, Sikong Shengjie's two fingers reached his shoulders, and with a hard push, his whole body was frozen, standing on the spot, unable to move .

This sudden change, let alone Xuanyuanche's unexpected, the few people watching were also very surprised.

(End of this chapter)