Ugly Man

Chapter 115: Learn eighteen weapons

After listening to the brother's proposal, Yan Yun pondered for a moment and looked at the proud Bei Ming Kun on the ring.

Because of his bravery and bravery, the people underneath were very hesitant. He stood on the ring and waited, just like a winner.

Then, Yan Yun looked at Lu Nanzhu and the others again, and nodded when he saw that he didn't find any familiar faces.

Yan Yunjiu jumped onto the ring, and Bei Mingkun was happy.

"Yo, old acquaintance? Why, do you want to sign with my brother?"

Bei Ming Kun drew a semicircle on the ground with the giant sword in one hand. Between the stone slab and the giant sword, there was a heavy rubbing sound, and fragments of sparks burst out.

"Yan Yun eighteen riders!"

"It's worth seeing, it's worth seeing!"

"Hey, this Bei Ming Kun is so fierce, I'm afraid Yan Yunjiu is not his opponent, right?"

Yan Yunjiu glanced at Bei Ming Kun, came to the emcee's side, and whispered a few words.

Lu Nanzhu wanted to hear what the other party said, but his side was too noisy.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the emcee's face, but he wanted to see the horned dragon formation of Yanyun eighteen riders.

"Brother Nine, in this way, I can't do this thing. Wait a moment, I will ask Bei Ming Kun what he means, and then I will report to the head."

"Okay, I'm tired of it."

The emcee turned his eyes and came to Bei Ming Kun, and discussed: "Bei Ming hero, Yan Yun Eighth Knight heard that you brought a group of people and asked if you would like to fight a team battle." He paused and continued: "I told you, this is a golden opportunity. Yanyun eighteen rides and crosses the fourteen counties of Youzhou. Even if it goes elsewhere, it is also the most valuable bounty hunter. If it is Beiming University You are sure, Xia, that you will not only make you famous and make you famous, but also make you worthy. It will be beneficial to you if you lose or lose, what do you think?"

In the heart of the master of ceremonies, Bei Ming Kun's team could never win Yanyun Eighteen Cavaliers.

Bei Ming Kun is simple-minded, and the emcee's proposal is simply a pie in the sky. Among their team, the weakest person is himself. Is there any reason to not win?

"Sure, tell him, I agree!"

"What did the eldest brother agree to?" Lu Nanzhu asked suspiciously.

Wu Ma replied helplessly: "This ramming goods, I'm afraid it's not a good thing."

The emcee winked at Yan Yunjiu and ran to the high platform.

After a while, he ran back: the head agreed.

Mei Yihe and Su Mubai both straightened their bodies. They had their own thoughts, but the purpose was the same. They just wanted to see how their "sweetheart" martial arts were.

And Mei Yihe hopes that Bei Ming Kun and the others are in a weak position, so that they can fly down at a critical moment and the hero can save the United States.

Bei Mingkun squatted on the edge of the ring and finished talking excitedly.

Simei looked strange and looked at each other.

Xia Qinyi spoke first: "Little deer is not going, cousin, you go."

Wu Ma was helpless and pulled Gongsun Qing behind and said: "Qing'er's identity is not convenient. If you lose your hat during the fight, it will be troublesome."

Xia Qinyi lowered her voice: "The little deer's identity is still sensitive. People in the Ninth Gang and the Eighteenth Club are all watching. The Giant Whale Gang is not over yet."

"It's all right, it's helpless, let's work hard for you." Gongsun Qing looked nonchalant.

Indeed, for the four of them, a random person, plus Bei Ming Kun, is enough to deal with the former Yanyun Eighteen Cavaliers.

The people from the rivers and lakes standing around all cast strange glances, thinking that these four people are no longer a question of brazen talk, maybe they are crazy...

On the other side, Yan Yun Shiba rode under the attention of the public and boarded the ring. Eighteen strong and steady men were well-trained in a row.

Each breath is steady, with sharp light in his eyes, and unified service. The totem representing the highest honor of the bounty hunter is embroidered on his chest. This is the totem when Yanyun Eighteen Horses was founded.

After fifteen years of hard work, their totem has become an honor and symbol in the industry.

Eighteen people held eighteen weapons in their hands, namely: knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, yak, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, os, trot, sticks, squats, sticks, crutches, meteors .

Six years ago, they were briefly defeated by the ugly man in Qingfeng Mountain. From that day on, the Yanyun Eighteenth Cavalry seldom took up the task. They closed the door and practiced hard. After six years, it is by no means comparable to the past.

That's why they are so unaccustomed to seeing Bei Mingkun's proud look, because they have paid ten times or even a hundred times the sweat.

The industry life span of bounty hunters is not long.

When the bounty hunter reaches its peak, despite its boundless beauty, it is also the beginning of its decline.

Yanyun eighteen riders are now at this moment. If this battle starts, they should still have five years to earn a full half of their lives. If this battle is defeated, what will be waiting for them? No one knows...

The eighteen people were like wolves, no one urged, and the light from their eyes showed their desire and ambition to win.

When Lu Nanzhu saw their eyes, he was startled slightly, and then awed in awe.

"Stop pushing, let's go together."

"But…"

As soon as Xia Qinyi's words fell, she also saw the opponent's state, and withdrew what she said.

The four of them glanced at each other, nodded, and Qi Qi jumped into the ring.

Bei Mingkun stood in the middle, with Wuma Wujiao and Gongsun Qing on the left, and Xia Qinyi and Lu Nanzhu on the right.

Five people came on the stage, and there was another commotion under the originally quiet ring. The reason was the same. This team was really "special".

They thought it would bring a powerful team, Bei Ming Kun agreed to Yanyun Shibaqi’s proposal without hesitation...

"My God, Bei Ming Kun is crazy, why are there still women?"

"Five people, three wives? And a thin beard, is this... okay?"

"There are three people who don't even have weapons... Bei Ming Kun, you are too crazy!"

Wu Ma is hopeless and never holds a weapon. The two magic soldiers are in the wooden box behind Lu Nanzhu, only Bei Ming Kun and Gong Sun Qing have swords in their hands.

Mei Yihe was a little anxious, and Su Mubai motioned to him to stay calm, and a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes.

Xia Qinxun, who was sitting at the very side, smiled faintly, with white skin like a porcelain doll, exquisite features, and pale smile, looking a little crippled.

"Array!"

Yan Yunyi did not despise his opponent, he shouted, and the eighteen people stepped on their feet and dispersed.

If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that the formation has been formed in the seemingly chaotic movement.

Wuma looked at the opponent's formation hopelessly, reduced his smile, and said in a low voice, "Bei Ming, it's okay for you to be one enemy and two."

"give it to me."

In other words, the remaining four people need to be one enemy four.

Moreover, the opponent's formation has been formed. The eighteen weapons have strengths and weaknesses, both rigid and flexible, and are perfectly assembled together. It can be described as both offensive and defensive, and can move forward and retreat freely!

The four took steps tacitly and formed a square, leaving their backs to their teammates. Although the formation was simple, they could not see the slightest timidity in their eyes.

The people under the ring closed their mouths.

Quiet again in the field, most people put away their previous contempt and watched intently.

The flags in the distance fluttered in the wind, and there was the sound of hunting.

Even Master Jueyuan of Faguang Temple stroked his beard and sat up straight.

The emcee was immersed and watched it a long time ago. It was only when the person next to him whispered that he came back to his senses. He swallowed, raised the flag in his hand, paused for a while, and quickly waved it down.

"The test begins!"

"Drink!" The eighteen men roared, their voices being uniform and harmonious.

It reveals the perseverance and determination of the northern man.

Lu Nanzhu Xia Qinyi, with the same heart and mind, the power of this formation is amazing. If the opponent becomes encircled, it will be very bad. The two of them flashed and rushed to their opponents first, trying to disrupt their deployment.

Bei Ming Kun was unwilling to be left behind, he held swords in both hands, shouted, and rushed out.

Wu Ma was helpless because she was unarmed and didn't rush out rashly. She planned to stop by quietly and act as she pleased.

Gongsunqing's thoughts are the same as that of Wuma's helplessness, waiting for work with ease and adapting to changes.

But in the blink of an eye, the ring has become a piece.

Lu Nanzhu was confronted with short weapons, and he used the 36-way Tiangang leg technique that she and Xia Qinyi had improved together.

The new leg technique is as fast as the wind, but silent; the power is amazing, but it is not obvious, and because the two are both women, the new leg technique is elegant and flexible, and it is very pleasing to the eye after being kicked out.

Lu Nanzhu used one enemy four, cleverly avoided the opponent's sharp edge, and a pair of legs kicked the tiger into the wind, and successfully contained the four.

Xia Qinyi resorted to the palm technique that he researched by watching the deer's difficulty catching fish. In fact, this palm technique is mostly fingering, with three fingers forming claws. The action looks like catching fish, but it is actually a very practical set. Xiaoluquan, Xia Qinyi named it: Xiaoluquan.

All her opponents are practical are soft weapons, and this set of small grappling hands is exactly the opponent's nemesis.

Xia Qinyi accurately captured the long whip that was swung by the opponent, stance, her waist sank, first shook down heavily, and then quickly threw it out. With her inertia, she entangled the meteor in the hands of the other person, she Don't fight brute force, just take advantage of the strength, and make a mess of several people.

Wu Ma Wujiao is good at using poison. If there is no audience watching, her opponent should be the first to fall, but it is not possible now, especially sitting on it, the old monk Jueyuan who has fought her three times.

The sound of weapons colliding in the ears, Bei Ming Kun and Gongsun Qing were already in close combat with their opponents.

But what she used to fight against were all long weapons, and in the eyes of outsiders, they were all at a loss.

With a flash of cold light, the silver spear pierced his chest, and Mei Yihe stood up from the chair in shock.

But Wuma hooked his mouth helplessly, without any fear.

When the tip of the gun touched his chest, he suddenly lowered his waist, letting the silver pierce a hole, and raised a show leg, kicking it heavily on the handle of the gun.

With a "buzz", the silver spear trembles and strays upwards. Wuma desperately resorted to a slack step, and slapped the ground with his left hand, speeding up.

He flashed to the opponent's bottom plate, stretched his legs between Yan Yuner's legs, and hit the scissor kick, which disturbed the opponent's bottom plate and quickly stood up, lifted his breath, aimed, and kicked out a blow without mercy. foot!

Then, Pianran jumped out of the opponent's attack range.

Yan Yun'er is also a real man. He has already been beaten with chicken eggs, his face is purple and his eyes are protruding, but he bites and does not call out.

Wuma snorted helplessly. She has crossed the rivers and lakes for more than ten years. This move was adapted through modern anti-wolf technique after she had the foundation of internal strength. It was very effective against men.

Of course, except for the perverted old monk Jueyuan, he has practiced the boy's iron cloth shirt for decades...

But apart from him, it is a killer move for any man.

"Oh…"

Under the ring, everyone who saw Wuma's helpless move made a painful cry for Yan Yuner.

Mei Yihe looked astonished, her abdomen tightened and her legs were clamped.

The author has something to say: Today’s update is here~

I am very happy to write this chapter, and while I write it, I have pictures in my mind.

One thing I discovered is that if someone who has never cried since childhood, suddenly cry once, the power is quite amazing.

This is the case, I suddenly had a brain hole, and then I told my dad, after I return to China, can I arrange for me to visit the mental hospital and stay for a few days.

My dad scolded me, but after communicating for a while, he reluctantly agreed.

I am very happy and cheered.

As a result, my dad called and disagreed after a while, and I cried.

My dad was shocked and hung up the phone. He called after a while. He had already contacted him and said that when I returned to China, he could go to a mental hospital to be an intern, visit the doctors and nurses, and communicate with patients.

Hehehe.

Please call me crazy. I conceived a novel, but I think it is a castle in the air, because I don't know this group.

For the sake of truth, I decided to take a look, understand their world and ideas, and then find a way to become a novel.

For mental patients, I have a special shadow. I can't say that it is a shadow. It is just a strange feeling.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandma and lived in a family compound with many children.

There is a "fool" downstairs. He is actually a (mentally ill). We don't know what his name is. Anyway, everyone (I was less than 8 years old at that time) called him a fool.

The fool sits downstairs and talks to himself every day, basking in the sun. One day it is cloudy and no children come out to play. I play by myself. Usually we are not close to the “fools”.

I chatted with him that day, and afterwards, I thought he was quite normal, so I asked him boldly, and I said: Why do you call you a fool.

He looked at me very calmly and seriously and said: I am not a fool, I am normal.

I was stunned.

Then he smiled at me with a very weird smile, which is almost fresh in his memory. He said to me: You are the fools, everyone.

I was scared off, and went home and told my grandmother that my grandmother asked me to leave his origin in the future.

Later I grew up. When I was about 13.14 years old, I wrote a story by myself. It was about whether we were lunatics or mentally lunatics, a particularly weird novel.

Unfortunately, because of what was written in class, our teacher tore it...

It suddenly occurred to me that when I went to the hospital for an internship, I would live on Weibo simultaneously. I was going to live for a few days to experience their lives and world, communicate with them, and listen to their views on the world.

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