Just when Li Kui was about to charge at Yan Qing again, Jiao Ting jumped onto the ring and stood in front of Li Kui. Qinbei Pavilion
"Iron Bull is almost done, let me do it instead!"
Jiao Ting looked at Li Kui and said.
"I haven't lost yet, what are you doing here!"
Li Kui stared at Jiao Ting and shouted, although he was very embarrassed, he had not lost yet.
"You can't beat him. If you continue to beat him, it will not lose your face, but Liangshan's face."
Jiao Ting whispered to Li Kui that if it was just a private discussion, he would not intervene so suddenly, but there are many people around to watch the excitement. If Li Kui loses miserably, it will affect Liangshan's face.
"snort!"
Although Li Kui was not convinced, he knew very well that his brute strength could not defeat Yan Qing. If he was defeated here, it would be a real loss of face for Liangshan.
Li Kui stepped down from the stage. No one in the crowd of gamblers dared to speak. Everyone saw Li Kui's face that looked like a scapegoat. No one wanted to offend such a barbarian. If he went crazy, he would be beaten and he would not be able to reason with him.
With the sound of a gong, Yan Qing and Jiao Ting officially began their duel.
Yanqing did not dare to be careless when facing Jiao Ting. He had watched Jiao Ting's matches carefully and knew that Jiao Ting was a master of sumo wrestling.
Yan Qing spread her legs, doing a half-crouching horse stance, lowered her body and leaned forward, with her palms wide open, slightly touching the ground, while her eyes were fixed on Jiao Ting. She was like a cheetah ready to attack at any time. Get ready to rush out.
Jiao Ting's posture was completely different. He was standing with his legs spread apart, and his whole body was upright. His hands were also spread out, but his hands were raised high, as if the middle door was wide open.
Just the posture of this attack made everyone in the audience dare not take a breath, for fear of missing the electric and flint moment of the exchange.
In the distance, Sun Lei, Lu Zhishen and others were also looking at the ring intently.
Seeing Jiao Ting's posture, Yan Qing's eyes were full of excitement. He bowed his back slightly and rushed towards Jiao Ting like an arrow from a string. The speed was so fast that no one in the audience could react.
Jiao Ting saw Yan Qing rushing towards him, and he was aiming at his lower body. He suddenly squatted down with his legs raised, and struck hard with his hands raised high. If Yan Qing really thought that he could attack his lower body from the middle door, then these two His palms would hit him hard. If he was hit by these palms, at least he would be injured internally.
Yan Qing saw that Jiao Ting reacted so quickly and did not dare to attack again. He slapped the ground with both hands and jumped into the air, turning over to get over Jiao Ting's head.
Jiao Ting's attack was successful, and he had no choice but to change his attack, so he simply smacked the ring hard. There were two loud noises, and the wooden boards on the ring shook.
Yan Qing landed deftly and turned around to grab Jiao Ting from behind and throw him down.
Jiao Ting was still squatting on his back at this time. Yan Qing couldn't attack his lower body, so he had to grab Jiao Ting's shoulders.
Jiao Ting saw Yan Qing's ability, and Yan Qing also saw Jiao Ting's ability. Both of them were very skilled in sumo wrestling, but their physical innate factors determined their paths to be different.
Yan Qing relies on his mental agility and flexibility, and he specializes in finding the enemy's weak points to attack. For example, when dealing with a barbarian like Li Kui, he specializes in finding the weak points in the bottom plate and wins with four or two moves.
Jiao Ting was born with a sumo physique, and his sumo skills were even more comprehensive. Although he was not as flexible as Yan Qing, his strength more than made up for it, and it was almost impossible for Yan Qing to find any flaws.
Just as Yan Qing grabbed Jiao Ting's shoulder, Jiao Ting's hand followed suit and grabbed his hand fiercely. Yan Qing felt a huge force coming, and it was the hand that was grabbed. The whole person was pulled up and flew up.
Jiao Ting twisted his waist and grabbed Yan Qing on one side, intending to use this opportunity to throw him over his shoulder.
Yan Qing knew that Jiao Ting wanted to use this to throw her over her shoulder, and she couldn't take back the hand that was grabbed. She had no choice but to grab Jiao Ting's belt with her other hand. Taking the belt, she suddenly grasped Jiao Ting's huge penis. After the force was released, Yan Qing leaned on Jiao Ting's back. Jiao Ting was caught in the waistband and could not exert force on his back, so he was instantly stagnant.
Jiao Ting saw Yan Qing clinging to him. He stood up violently and relied on the strength of his legs to tip forward. He still held Yan Qing's hand and was actually preparing to turn over and fall. This crushed Yan Qing on his back.
Yan Qing felt the movement of the muscles on Jiao Ting's back, and loosened his grip on Jiao Ting's belt. He would definitely not be able to bear this move if Jiao Ting was thrown from his back.
After Yan Qing let go of Jiao Ting's belt, he lost his focus and rolled from Jiao Ting's back to Jiao Ting's head.
Jiao Ting also felt Yan Qing's movement, stopped throwing her back, and used his arms to throw Yan Qing, who had no point of strength in the air, into the air.
But as soon as Jiao Ting exerted his strength, he realized that Yan Qing's strength was so great that he directly lowered his arm with him, and was about to reach him.
Yan Qing used centrifugal force. Jiao Ting wanted to throw him away, so he grabbed Jiao Ting's hand and used this force to fall down.
Yan Qing bowed and placed her feet on Jiao Ting's knees, grabbed Jiao Ting's arms and used her feet to force herself, preparing to use Jiao Ting's strength to knock Jiao Ting down.
Jiao Ting was about to lose his balance. He bent his knees and supported the ground with one hand. He was just steady, and he was about to use his other hand to grab Yan Qing to attack.
But when Yan Qing saw that Jiao Ting had stabilized his figure, he had already let go of Jiao Ting's arms and used the strength of his legs to retreat three steps away.
"Good work!"
Yan Qing looked at Jiao Ting and said, the most basic thing in sumo wrestling is the kicking skills, and the most important thing is the kicking skills. Because of his physique, his kicking skills are not as good as those of a strong man like Jiao Ting.
"Good form!"
Jiao Ting also looked at Yan Qing and said, Yan Qing's body skills are also the second best among the people he has seen. The first is Wu Song. He has been unable to defeat Yan Qing with several consecutive moves, and he can't even catch Yan Qing. This shows that Yan Qing's body skills are amazing.
The people in the audience had long been dumbfounded. They had been around Wazi for a long time and had seen a lot of sumo wrestling and wrestling, but had they never seen such a wonderful wrestling match? It elicited bursts of applause.
"You have to do it well, one is stable and the other is flexible, good!"
Lu Zhishen also laughed and applauded.
"This Yan Xiaoyi is really not simple. Every servant in Lu Junyi's house is like this. So what are Lu Junyi's martial arts skills like?"
Tang Bin sighed.
"I'm afraid this kind of martial arts is not something that ordinary servants can have."
Hao Siwen said.
"My darling, brother Jiao Ting is so powerful, and Yan Qing can even tie with brother Jiao Ting."
Ling Zhen and Tang Long were dumbfounded. This was the first time they saw Jiao Ting's true ability. They didn't expect that Jiao Ting was so good, and that Yan Qing was also extraordinary.
Xiao Jiasui and Gongsun Sheng looked at the ring with smiles. This battle between dragons and tigers was really exciting.
Although Wen Huanzhang is not good at martial arts, he has good eyesight. There are not many people in Tokyo who are skilled in sumo wrestling, and wrestling in front of the emperor is probably no problem.
"Jiao Ting, can you do it? If you can't knock him down, it's me!"
Li Kui didn't care about that at all, and shouted at Jiao Ting in the audience. He didn't care whether the fight was good or not. What he wanted to see was Jiao Ting knocking Yan Qing down hard.
"Secretary, please prepare a nice banquet on the table."
Sun Lei told the waiter, who was watching the ring intently, that the banquet on the table was over and it would be rude if Yan Qing came later.
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