When Yu Yueyue was pulled to the boat with a rope, her consciousness had slowly recovered, but her chest, stomach and even her trachea were occupied by river water. I tried to push the excess water out of the river, but I couldn't muster any strength in my body. It was so soft that I couldn't do anything.
I could only hear a group of people arguing. The voice was very familiar, but I still couldn't remember who it was. All I wanted to do was sleep, as if as long as I fell asleep, the world would be completely quiet.
But the body is unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, shouting at the top of its lungs that it will not surrender!
With a bang, it was the words "willing to fall" that made her return to her master's place, her consciousness returned, and the obsession in her heart broke the shackles of namelessness. Opening his eyes suddenly, he heard Ye Congwen complaining that he couldn't even swim for a man of several decades.
Yes, this is the voice, the voice that puts the word self-destruction on its lips at this moment. Pulling myself out of confusion, others may not realize the danger just now, but I feel like I am in another world, and I have really walked through the gate of hell.
If I had just fallen asleep without any worries, I was afraid I would never wake up again. I just wanted to look at this man for accidentally saving my life and not care about him again in the future.
Suddenly I heard a sentence that people who are decades old can't swim. It was as if I had been suddenly stabbed by a needle. I jumped up instinctively and sat on the ground trying to refute the question:
“Who’s decades old?
Which dozens of people are they?
Which of your eyes can tell how old I am? "
Unfortunately, the sound was blocked by the river water. He opened his mouth wide and howled for a long time, but not a single syllable came out. In desperation, he had to spray water on Ye Congwen's face, just like the Yangtze River, flowing incessantly.
"There's no need to spit in my face if you can't win!"
Ye Congwen shouted with disgust, this woman is just petty. If she can't win a fight, she will just spit on others to seek psychological balance.
Ordinary people can only spit once or twice, how can anyone spray several kilograms of saliva like her? It's so hot and sticky, don't you think it's also spitting out the food you ate in the morning?
Ye Congwen quickly wiped his face with his clothes. After wiping it for a long time, it still felt sticky. In desperation, he could only choose to plunge into the river.
After Yu Yueyue vomited the water, she gradually regained consciousness. What happened before appeared in her mind one by one, vividly.
He hugged Ye Congwen (forcibly) and kissed him, and sprayed saliva on his face. The most outrageous thing was that this guy actually disliked her to the point of jumping into a river! This makes the number one beauty who is usually held up as a jewel in everyone's hands extremely embarrassed.
I was so embarrassed and angry for a moment, plus I was already weak after drowning before, so I stretched my legs and simply pretended to be dead.
"Yueyue! Yueyue..."
Seeing that his niece had fainted, Uncle Yu quickly stretched out his hand to check for breath. Fortunately, it was just a fainting reaction and he could just rest for a while.
"Go and bring out the lady's recliner."
He ordered the two maids to take care of Yu Yueyue. Looking at Ye Congwen who was washing his face in the river, dark clouds suddenly came over him. He sneered at Ye Congwen:
"Ye Congwen, how long do you plan to wait until? There are still two competitions left, so you plan to muddle through like this!"
"Aren't you afraid?"
Ye Congwen was so angry that he still had no way to dissipate his anger. He took the rope and climbed onto the side of the ship in a few steps, and said angrily:
"Who among you is the best? Come forward and stand up for me. After I beat you, I can go home and have dinner!"
"Ma San, go up and teach this scoundrel a lesson for your lady. If you can't win, go home and retire!"
Uncle Yu is really angry. Since my niece is unconscious, I, as an uncle, must avenge her.
"Little brother, please enlighten me!" A fierce man with a long face and a strong body stood in front of Ye Congwen and breathed heavily. With a loud bang, the shirt on his upper body fell apart, and his muscles were sharp and angular, as if they were being chopped with a knife or an axe. Suddenly, there was a loud cheering sound from around him.
"Are you going to show everyone that your chest is broken with rocks?
Why don't you wait a moment and I'll ask all my people to come over and watch the show. Usually, you have to pay to watch this in the county. "
The guard named Ma San finally felt the anger of his young lady. This boy really has a bad mouth! People who are not good at words often like to use actions to prove their strength.
Like a tiger hunting for prey, he jumped three or four meters in one step, clenched his fingers into a fist and punched Ye Congwen, shouting expectantly:
"Let me, the thirty-sixth-level Majia Fist, come and challenge your Leaf Clan's Breaking Wind Fist!"
Before the words were finished, the punches came first, both offensive and defensive, relying on the right position to guard against surprises, and there seemed to be countless subsequent moves coming out one after another. Ye Congwen did not dare to resist rashly, so he could only guide him left and right, pointing east and west, intending to disrupt his moves, find flaws to catch his unpreparedness, and try to defeat the enemy with one move.
The two of them clashed back and forth, Ma San's moves were skillful, and his priorities were random. He often switched moves before they were used up, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, which was unpredictable.
Ye Congwen relied on his nimble steps and quick bursts of power. He held Ma San and shook him from side to side throughout the whole process. He used the knack of unloading force appropriately. Like brown candy, it stuck to Ma San's hands. His moves were accurate and fast. After completing the thirty-six moves, not one of them touched Ye Congwen's body.
In contrast to Ye Congwen's calm demeanor, Ma San gradually became impatient, unstable, and focused on speed and fierceness in his moves. On the surface it looks like he is fighting vigorously, but in fact he is already in decline, and his punches are fierce and cruel, which greatly violates the purpose of the Thirty-Six Styles of Majia Quan to be both offensive and defensive.
When Ye Congwen saw that Ma San had lost his way, a bright smile appeared on his lips. He knocked Ma San away with one palm, folded his palm into a fist, and said with a smile:
"You have hit the thirty-six-style Majia Fist over and over again twice. It's my turn to perform the Leaf Clan's Po Feng Fist."
Without waiting for Ma San's answer, Ye Congwen attacked like a cannon. The Po Feng Fist was originally created by the giants of the Ye tribe. It emphasizes fast attack and fast fighting. Coupled with the brute strength and mighty physique of the giants of the Huaye tribe, it gives people A sense of oppression that is about to come.
Although Ye Congwen is not physically dominant, he feels that his strength is close to the minimum standard level for his tribe after improving it with two-color ginseng. Although he is not tall, his movements are flexible and changeable, giving him a sense of free and elegant style that is different from his fellow tribesmen, which is very interesting to watch.
The onlookers around him occasionally let out surprised sighs. The Mu clan members were quite satisfied with Ye Congwen's performance. Looking at the Yu family guards who were retreating steadily, a sense of pride arose spontaneously. Why was it that Ye Congwen's body was still full of wood? The blood of the clan.
Only Ye Wudi frowned. His height and weight did not meet the double standard he had set. He would eventually suffer in a fight. No matter how complicated and fancy his kung fu moves were, the ultimate goal was to defeat his opponent. Naturally, the faster, the better. There is nothing better than defeating the enemy with one move. However, as time goes on, it consumes physical strength. Secondly, the risk factor increases. What if the opponent uses a secret move to use a hidden weapon?
Just like the current situation, if Ma San, who is a martial artist, is replaced by a master who is at the master level, over time, when Ye Congwen's physical strength declines, he will only be beaten.
But fortunately, it was just a martial arts competition. With Ye Congwen's strength, it was a sure thing to defeat the guard. The beautiful movements also added a lot to the Po Feng Fist, at least it could be seen from the surprise in the eyes of the Yu family.
Ye Congwen was very excited to fight, and he was very familiar with the one hundred and eight styles of Po Feng Fist in his hands. The overwhelming fists hit Ma San like a downpour. Ma San staggered, his body was unsteady, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled out on his bronze skin.
A discerning person can tell at a glance that his physical strength has been exhausted to the limit. If he grits his teeth and holds on, he will most likely suffer internal injuries.
Suddenly, a pair of thin hands blocked Ye Congwen's twelve punches in a row, and the shock caused Ye Congwen's fists to ache. Ye Congwen immediately took three steps back and looked at Yu Yueyue's third uncle silently without saying a word.
"My little brother already possesses the fighting power and awareness of a master at a young age. I have searched Wanquan County and found only five people with this kind of talent. It makes me so excited that I can't help but want to play to get addicted to it. I hope Little brother, it’s all right.”
Ye Congwen's fists were aching, but when he saw that Uncle Yu was calm and calm, he knew he was a master. If you really want to fight him, the outcome is unpredictable, so there is no need to try something risky.
Besides winning two out of three games, Ye Congwen has achieved an overwhelming victory on behalf of Tower Village in this competition. He has successfully completed his task and shouted impatiently:
"Forget it, I've already won two games. You are guests, so you still have to give me face. We in Iron Tower Village have always been hospitable, and we pay attention to harmony in doing business.
Besides, you are the elder, and it is not a glorious thing to win against you. Let’s meet friends over wine. I haven’t even eaten a bite of food after a busy day. I’m hungry, so I’m going to eat first! You drink slowly. "
Ye Congwen went up the mountain to collect herbs at dawn. It was true that he had not eaten a proper meal all day, and his stomach was indeed rumbling with hunger. He thought he would take the opportunity to escape.
"Brother Congwen, I've stewed fresh chicken soup for you. You can fight them when you're full."
By chance, Douzhao was holding a large basin of chicken soup and shouted breathlessly, sweating profusely, and winking at Zhengye Congwen.
Ye Congwen knew what this little girl was thinking. He knew that after drinking ginseng chicken soup, his strength would double, and his fighting power would be several times higher than usual in a short period of time. This was obviously a cheating weapon!
She has a great idea, and she is unrivaled in her ability to act according to the situation, but this girl only guessed the beginning, but knows nothing about what happened just now. Don't you know that you want to stop fighting now, Brother Wen?
Mudouya thought that Ye Congwen was embarrassed to eat here in front of everyone, but an idea came to her and she quickly changed her mind:
"There are no stools to sit on here. Let's go home and eat. Then we can compete with them after eating."
How could Third Uncle Yu miss this opportunity? He immediately ordered the two maids:
"Bring the lady's recliner and coffee table over and let the little brother eat his food first. Then you can fight with me when you are full. I can still afford to wait for this time!"
"Third Master, I'm afraid you are too busy and have forgotten, the young lady is still unconscious!" the two maids replied dissatisfied.
When Mudou Ya heard that Yu Yueyue was unconscious, he immediately asked in surprise:
"Sister Yueyue was fine before I left, why is she still unconscious now?
What happened? "
Seeing that this girl was kind-hearted, Uncle Yu glanced at Ye Congwen intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed bitterly:
"Then you have to ask your good brother. He kicked your sister Yueyue into the river and almost drowned..."
