The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 673 Abnormal Strength

"Hey, they actually met Shaolin monks." On the attic, King Ming looked at the group of people on the killing field with great interest, "This is a good show."

Originally King Ming didn't pay much attention to any academies, but whoever made him lose face at the gate of Tianqiong Academy, nothing made him happier than letting that kid be deflated.

King Ming didn't talk about the monarch's thoughts for the time being, he waved to the servants and asked them to bring melons and fruit snacks, he wanted to watch the Shaolin monks beat that boy!

The four Shaolin monks on the stage are more glaring than the other. Each of them has ring scars on their heads. From right to left, there are one ring scar, two ring scars, and three ring scars. They look the most powerful. The monk has six scars.

"Do you think these monks are a bit scary?" Mu Chuan whispered next to Gu Jiao.

"Aren't you afraid?" Gu Jiao asked.

Mu Chuan immediately straightened his back, and said stiffly, "I... I'm not afraid! Who said I was afraid!"

Gu Jiao glanced at him: "Stop shaking your legs before you talk."

Mu Chuan: "..."

The Shaolin monks did not speak to them, but only made eye contact. In fact, it was not so much communication as demonstration and provocation.

To be honest, Mu Chuan was really a little apprehensive, even more apprehensive than the one with the Han family's Black Wind Rider.

Zhao Wei was similar to him, he was a little nervous, but he had more experience in bow shooting than Mu Chuan, so he wasn't too timid for the time being.

The kick-off in the first quarter was decided by lottery. After that, every time a goal is scored, the opponent will kick-off. Right now, the kick-off is Tianqiong Academy.

Generally speaking, Mu Qingchen, as the main attacker of the shooting team, rarely participated in the kick-off, but because the opponent was too strong, after discussing with Wu Fuzi, it was decided that he would take the kick-off.

It was only a few moments from when they entered the stage to waiting for the sound of the gong, but everyone felt like a long time had passed.

The people in the stands were so nervous that they held their breath.

"Ah, how did this happen?" Second Master Jing sat in front of the railing, staring fixedly at the Shaolin monks on the field, "Do you want to be so unlucky?"

The Second Madam had something to do today and couldn't come here. On his left was An Guogong in a wheelchair, and behind An Guogong stood Mu Ruxin in a green gauze and white dress.

When Mu Ruxin heard the words, she looked at Second Master Jing in puzzlement: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Second Master Jing sighed deeply: "Those Shaolin monks are very powerful, Tianqiong Academy is no match for them."

Mu Ruxin's eyes moved, and she asked, "Second Master really hopes that Tianqiong Academy will win?"

Second Master Jing murmured, "I didn't,

It's just that the group of Shaolin monks didn't have any seriousness in attacking, and it was not easy for a few students. "

As soon as he said this, the hand of Grandpa Guo on the armrest slowly turned into a fist, and trembled slightly.

The gong struck.

Facing the scorching sun, Mu Qingchen's expression froze, and he swung steadily and drove a ball.

"Second sister, second sister, hurry up!"

Outside the shooting arena, Su Xue dragged her second sister into the crowd, took out a token and asked the guards to let her go.

"Slow down." Second Miss Su's hands hurt from being pulled by her.

Su Xue said: "The gong has just been struck, and the knockout match has begun!"

Second Miss Su frowned slightly and said, "It's already started, what are you in such a hurry for?"

"I want to see Xiao...see fourth brother." Su Xue said solemnly, "After fourth brother moved into the academy, I haven't seen him for a long time."

Second Miss Su sighed: "Let father know that we skip Master Fu's chess class, but come to watch some kick-jumping match, and he will definitely punish us."

Su Xue grabbed her wrist and walked towards the stands of Tianqiong Academy: "No way! Let's go!"

Mu Qingchen drove the ball very well, no matter the speed and accuracy, there was no problem.

The person who caught the ball was Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei learned how to bow since he was a child, and there is nothing technically wrong with him. He successfully caught the polo thrown by Mu Qingchen, and he looked at Mu Chuan in front of him.

Mu Chuan nodded at him.

Zhao Wei passed the ball to Mu Chuan, and Mu Chuan passed it to Gu Jiao. At this time, Mu Qingchen had already arrived near the opponent's hole.

Gu Jiao passed the polo to him, and Mu Qingchen took it and hit it towards the hole.

The four of them cooperated seamlessly, and the spectators finally saw Tianqiong Academy play polo in a serious manner.

However, just as the polo was about to enter the hole, something unexpected happened.

A Shaolin monk jumped on his horse, unexpectedly came to the hole, and hit the polo that Mu Qingchen had hit with a pole.

This pole hit extremely far, almost half the shooting field.

Zhao Wei and Mu Chuan had already fought back, and they rushed to grab the ball, but they didn't even see the shadow of the ball, when they heard a gong sound from the referee's stand.

Scored a goal?

The two were stunned.

Shaolin Academy took the lead and got the first banner at the beginning.

"No, how did you get in? What's the situation?" Mu Chuan was at a loss.

He and Zhao Wei are chasing the polo, did the ball escape into the hole by itself?

Of course it wasn't that the polo would escape, but that the Shaolin monks were moving so fast that neither of them could see them.

Zhao Wei frowned and looked at the arrogant Shaolin monk, and recalled: "It's not all fast, they have tactics! Just now the monk with the three scars blocked our sight with his horse, and he swung to grab the ball. We thought The polo is on his side, but in fact the polo is further ahead, and it has already been in the hands of the monk Liujiescar."

After listening to Zhao Wei's analysis, Mu Chuan felt that his belief had been subverted: "Is it so dark?"

Since the opponent scored the goal, it was still their kick-off.

This time it was Zhao Wei who kicked off.

Zhao Wei gave the polo to Mu Chuan, but before Mu Chuan could swing his cue, a Shaolin monk swished past him.

The Shaolin monks took the polo away.

Mu Qingchen was attacked from both sides and was unable to break through.

Gu Jiao intercepted a ball with the skills she learned from Xu Ping.

She passed the ball to Mu Qingchen, and Mu Qingchen passed it to Zhao Wei.

Then the ball is lost again.

The gong sounded again, and Shaolin Academy scored another goal.

The speed of Shaolin Academy's goals was outrageously fast, even faster than the record scored by Ma Wang Sahuan.

Mu Chuan and Zhao Wei were out of breath from exhaustion, while Mu Qingchen and Gu Jiao's faces were slightly sweaty.

Several people rode on horses, waiting for the referee to bring the polo over.

Mu Chuan panted, "What kind of monks are these? Is it too fierce? Liulang, why don't you ride your horse king over here."

Gu Jiao said: "It's too young to ride."

Mu Chuan murmured, "Didn't you also ride last time?"

Mu Qingchen said lightly: "Say a few words less."

Mu Chuan shut his mouth.

This game is not a matter of horses, but of people.

These few monks are too powerful, all of them have high internal strength and incomparable strength, the balls they hit cannot be caught by others.

"Is your arm okay?" Mu Qingchen asked Gu Jiao.

It was Gu Jiao who blocked the most.

Gu Jiao touched her almost paralyzed right arm: "It's fine." Just take it easy.

The game starts again.

Mu Qingchen kicked off.

The use of internal force is prohibited in the kicking match, otherwise it is considered a foul. These young monks have tempered their bodies all the year round, and they have developed an indestructible ability. Every shot they swing seems to bring internal force.

Mu Qingchen's ball was taken away without accident.

Mu Chuan was the closest, he swung his club to grab it back, Zhao Wei assisted from the side, and the two blocked the formation of Shaolin monks.

They grabbed the ball!

Shaolin monk King Kong glared, and swung his pole out.

"I'll do it!" Mu Chuan stepped forward and caught it with one blow.

At this moment, something unexpected happened. The monk obviously expected that the ball would be intercepted, so he used extremely terrifying strength.

Mu Chuan was knocked out of the air.

Zhao Wei suddenly changed color: "Mu Chuan!"

Mu Chuan fell off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a sudden silence around the pasture.

Someone fell off the horse again, and everyone couldn't help but think of Nan Gonglin who fell from the horse and was trampled on. Will something happen again?

The referee stopped the game.

Zhao Wei got off his horse and said, "Mu Chuan! Are you okay?"

Mu Chuan covered his right arm, his whole face twisted into a ball in pain: "Is my arm broken?"

Gu Jiao jumped off the horse, squatted down, and supported his arm: "It's dislocated, bear with it."

As soon as the words finished, she raised her plain hand and connected Mu Chuan's arm with a click.

Mu Chuan cried out in pain.

Master Wu came over and took Mu Chuan down, and replaced Yuan Xiao on the stage.

After careful deliberation by the referee, it was finally determined that it was an accident and Shaolin Academy did not violate the rules.

"Isn't this considered a foul?" Yuan Xiao dissatisfied, "They clearly did it on purpose!"

He had been watching just now, the monk with three ring scars on his head aimed at Mu Chuan's swing, and he just wanted to use the power of the polo to hurt Mu Chuan.

"Were they like this before?" Gu Jiao asked suddenly.

Only Mu Qingchen can answer this question, after all, no one has seen the Shaolin Academy competition except him.

Mu Qingchen frowned and said, "I used to be very domineering and powerful, but...not as brutal as today."

If it weren't for his martial arts being better than Mu Chuan, he would have been dismissed long ago.

Why did he ask Gu Jiao if her arm was okay just now? It was because his arm was also injured.

This group of Shaolin monks seemed to be deliberately targeting them. Was someone secretly manipulating something?

On the attic, King Ming clapped his hands and applauded: "Beautiful! That's how it should be fought! Whoever brought Shaolin Academy here really wins the heart of this county king!"

Han Shizi took a sip of tea unhurriedly.

The game starts again.

Gu Jiao led the horse and walked in front of the referee, suddenly she stopped and turned her head to look at the referee: "Are you sure that the behavior just now is not a foul?"

The referee Master said: "Of course it doesn't count."

"Oh." Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows, "So, as long as it is hit by the ball, it is not considered a foul."

The referee frowned, feeling that this statement was not right, and corrected him: "You can't deliberately attack the opponent with the ball."

Mu Chuan was sent flying while grabbing the ball, and the opponent didn't target him.

"Oh." Gu Jiao said, "It's not a foul if it's not intentional, is it?"

That's true, but something is wrong when it comes out of your mouth.

The referee gave Gu Jiao a weird look, but he didn't say anything wrong, and nodded, "Let's start."

Gu Jiao got on the horse.

Yuan Xiao kicked off.

As soon as Zhao Wei grabbed it, he was snatched away by Shaolin monks before he could warm it up.

Gu Jiao galloped to catch up, and the Shaolin monk was about to swing when Gu Jiao suddenly said, "Amitabha."

The Shaolin monk was stunned for a moment, retracted the cue almost reflexively, stretched out his hand and performed a Buddha ceremony: "Amitabha——"

Boom!

Gu Jiao hit the polo with one blow!

Shaolin monk: "..."

Yuan Xiao got the ball and passed it to Zhao Wei, Zhao Wei passed it to Gu Jiao.

At this time, they were very close to each other's holes, and Mu Qingchen was already in position.

The Shaolin monks chased after her, and Gu Jiao was attacked from both sides.

"Liulang!" Not far away, Yuan Xiao shouted.

Give him the ball, and he will give it to Mu Qingchen.

Gu Jiao didn't do that, she took the risk to pass the ball to Mu Qingchen.

Sure enough, it was blocked.

Yuan Xiao sighed: "Oh!"

The one who blocked the ball was the monk with six scars, he was about to pass the ball to another monk, but Gu Jiao stared at the latter.

A stern look flashed in the eyes of the six-scarred monk, and he hit the ball with one stroke.

He almost used up all his strength on this pole.

Mu Qingchen yelled inwardly that it was not good, this was not the ball he really wanted to pass to his partner at all, he was going to use the trick he used on Mu Chuan on Gu Jiao as well.

Can't be hardwired!

It was too late for Mu Qingchen to stop, Gu Jiao stretched out her club.

"what--"

Accompanied by a scream, the monk on Gu Jiao's right rear was hit by the polo, and fell off his horse with a clatter!

It turned out that Gu Jiao did extend the cue just now, but it was not to catch the ball, but to touch it lightly, changing the direction of the ball.

The warrior monk fell heavily, and his companion yelled, "You fouled!"

Gu Jiao spread her hands: "Why did I make a foul? You hit the ball with such great strength that the victim couldn't grab it. Blame me?"

The monks were choked heavily.

The referee decided it was an accident and there was no foul, and the game continued.

The power of the Six Rings Scar Warrior Monk cannot be underestimated. This monk fell heavily, so he stepped off the stage temporarily, and another monk came up instead.

This substitute monk was slightly inferior in strength, opening a hole for Tianqiong Academy. Before the end of the second quarter, Tianqiong Academy scored a goal.

The Shaolin monks seemed to be angered. As soon as the third quarter started, Yuan Xiao's arm was injured.

"Are you okay?" Mu Qingchen asked.

Yuan Xiao gritted his teeth and held the club: "I'm fine...I can continue..."

If they don't continue, there are only five of them, and Mu Chuan can't play anymore. If he also goes off, there won't be enough players for the game, so they can only announce that they will abstain.

Gu Jiao looked at Yuan Xiao's painful and trembling right hand, her eyes completely cooled down.

She shifted the club to her left hand, wrapped the reins with her right hand, and snatched the polo with lightning speed.

The monk who was robbed of the ball was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect the opponent's speed to suddenly become so fast!

After Gu Jiao grabbed the ball, she didn't pass it to anyone, but brought the ball to the opponent's hole by herself.

The monk with six scars has been waiting for a long time.

Gu Jiao's murderous aura suddenly appeared, and she hit the ball towards the hole with one stroke.

A trace of contempt flashed across Monk Liujiescar's eyes, and he raised his hand to intercept it.

At this moment, an incredible thing happened. The moment the cue hit the polo, he was blown away!

What a terrifying strength this is!

He was directly knocked out of the arena, hit the pillar under the stands, and fell to the ground in embarrassment!

Everyone was stunned, and even many people in the stands stood up.

What just happened?

Was the Shaolin monk sent flying?

How could this be?

"Sixth senior brother!"

The monks rode their horses to the edge of the killing field, dismounted and rushed towards him.

"Just now...was it Liulang just now?" Yuan Xiao was dumbfounded.

Even if he knew Xiao Liulang's ability, he didn't expect it to be so powerful. Even Mu Qingchen couldn't use the strength of that blow just now, right?

"Did he use internal force?" Zhao Wei asked.

Mu Qingchen said with a complicated expression: "No."

He didn't feel any internal force, Xiao Liulang used his own strength.

Zhao Wei's eyes lit up: "Liulang is so powerful, so didn't these monks kick the iron plate?"

Mu Qingchen said: "Yes, I kicked the iron board."

The reason why the Shaolin monks are so powerful is not because of how good their bowing skills are. Compared with Xu Ping, they still have a certain gap. Their victory lies in their speed and strength. Without using their internal strength, no one is a hardened body. Rival monk.

No one can catch the ball they hit, and they can't stop the ball hit by others.

Yuan Xiao scratched his head: "Has Liu Lang been this powerful before?"

Mu Qingchen paused, and said, "No."

The strength Xiao Liulang showed when taming the horse king was not so strong, it was more like being inspired by these Shaolin monks when he was killed just now.

Gu Jiao's move was so beautiful that King Ming in the attic couldn't even close his mouth: "What kind of pervert is this kid? That's a Shaolin monk!"

Han Shizi looked at the unrestrained young man on horseback, and a figure he had seen in his childhood suddenly flashed in his mind.

That is the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family.

A young man who can kill a tiger with one punch without using internal strength.

Gu Jiao looked at her hands.

Well, these monks are a bit useful, and their strength seems to have recovered a bit.

Obviously there has been no movement for several months.

Gu Jiao bent her lips, and looked at the Shaolin monks who were about to return to the arena, her eyes flashed green.

The hearts of the Shaolin monks thumped collectively!

What is the inexplicable ominous premonition?