"Master Qi, the second senior brother is the second junior brother of our senior brother."
"Well……"
Saying this means not saying it yet.
Just when Qi Yu was about to abandon this illogical topic, he suddenly heard the young man's voice change and he said proudly: "Second senior brother is not only the senior brother's junior brother, but also his biological brother."
Why did it involve the senior brother again?
"Who is your senior brother?"
"He is a great hero in our Qiongzhou Prefecture Army! A great hero."
What? A hero in the government army?
Who is he?
Hearing this, Qi Yu's curiosity was immediately aroused.
"Our senior brother does not have a decent name, he only has a nickname that is very affectionate, and it is called Da Gou Sheng!"
"Big dog leftover? Oh..."
Suddenly, Qi Yu suddenly recalled a past event.
I remember that during the Sarawak landing battle in the early days of the Nanyang War, Xiaotong brought a trustworthy confidant. Later, he died heroically when detonating the gunpowder magazine, and this person's name was surprisingly Da Gou Sheng.
Unexpectedly, he actually has a younger brother living in Qiongzhou.
Brothers and sisters of martyrs must be treated kindly.
For this reason, Qi Yu specifically inquired about the relevant details of this 'Second Senior Brother'.
The young man told him that the second senior brother's nickname was "Little Dog Sheng". Later, Miss Qi thought that this name was too indecent and might affect his future marriage, so she gave him the surname "Qi" and his first name "Qi". It's Qingyun.
Qi Qingyun?
Although this name is quite satisfactory, it is easy to pronounce.
good!
The young man also said that Qi Qingyun's martial arts skills were partly inherited from the eldest lady. Coupled with his continuous hard training in recent years, he had barely become a master.
Master?
What's the proof?
He said that in the competition between him and Lord Huang Fei last year, he could perform a hundred moves without falling behind, which shows that his martial arts attainments are high.
"Not bad. He was able to catch Brother Huang's hundreds of moves. It's not an exaggeration to say it as a master. With him leading this competition, it should be the same..."
After understanding the details, Qi Yu dismissed the young man.
Turning around, he said to Yu Hai who was listening: "Master Yu, what do you think our chances of winning are in this competition?"
The latter replied with a wry smile: "Yu is a civil servant, how can he know the ways of martial arts competition?"
That's true!
Isn't this the case for me?
Every other line is like a mountain!
I have always advocated not fighting uncertain battles, but this time, I am afraid I will have to take a gamble as if I had to resign myself to fate!
The two laughed at themselves for a while, then rode on their horses again, heading towards the east of the city.
On the way, I met a lot of people watching the excitement, and the closer I got to the ring area, the busier the crowd became.
In the end, the two had to dismount their horses to avoid bumping into the people passing by.
In order to keep a low profile, Qi Yu specially bought a sun hat and put it on his head to avoid being recognized and causing unexpected commotion.
If something is good from above, it will be followed by everyone below.
Naturally, Yu Hai imitated his example and deliberately covered it up.
Is this... wearing a hat to hide your face in the busy city?
It seems so.
Because the crowd was so crowded, the two of them had to put down their identities and push forward with the crowd.
Basically everything went smoothly, and it only took less than half an hour for the two of them to get into the first row under the ring.
Looking up, he saw that the couplet of "Punching the tiger of the Mobei, kicking the dragon of the South Sea" was extremely eye-catching. The big characters were arranged in vertical rows and hung high on both sides of the ring.
Under the stage on the left side of the arena, there was a square table covered with red cloth. In front of the table, two officials from the ceremonial office of the provincial government were sitting. And here is where the two sides of the competition sign a life and death contract.
Qi Yu held up his bamboo hat and continued to watch.
At this time, two warriors in powerful attire suddenly came to the table, picked up their pens and started writing. After writing, they signed and pressed their fingerprints.
After everything was settled, the two of them walked to the center of the ring.
Due to the close distance, Qi Yu could see the general appearance of the two of them very clearly.
One of them has high cheekbones and a thin face, a slim waist and a narrow back, and looks relatively majestic. However, the deep arrogance on his face made people feel very uncomfortable.
People around him told Qi Yu that this person was Wang Zhifan, the champion of martial arts who set up competitions all over the country.
With his character, he is not a good person at first glance!
Tell me, how could His Majesty choose someone like this to be the leader of martial arts?
It’s really confusing!
Looking at another person, he has a strong build and a strong back. At first glance, he looks like a very powerful person. However, his demeanor seemed too rigorous, and he was slightly inferior to his opponent in terms of momentum.
Who is he?
Yu Hai hurriedly said: "Just now, I made some special inquiries and found out that this person's name is Fan Yao. It is said that he has been carefully taught by Da Gou Sheng, and he is quite successful in martial arts..."
He turns out to be a strong man!
I can rest assured that!
Qi Yu stroked his beard and the tension in his heart eased slightly.
At this time, the two people on the ring began their first interaction after facing each other.
Fan Yao clasped his fists and said: "Your Excellency, writing this couplet, is a little too arrogant, isn't it? Although I am not a martial artist in Qiongzhou, I am not a place that can be bullied. If you arrogantly say that you want to kick the Nanyang Canglong, I don't know your kicking skills. , is it worthy of this half couplet?"
Wang Zhifan snorted proudly, squinted at him and said, "As for whether he is worthy or not, you will know after the comparison, right?"
"good!"
"If you have any skills, feel free to come!"
Whoops! !
The wind of the fist howled softly, and Fan Yao seized the opportunity and took the lead to strike.
It can be seen that his punch is powerful and heavy, almost like a tiger coming out of the cage.
However, Wang Zhifan lifted his legs with his hands behind his back and easily deflected his blow.
Finally, he turned his nostrils to the sky and said: "Since you just mentioned that you want me to show you my footwork, then I will do as you wish! In the next battle, I deliberately closed my hands and only used my footwork to catch you. Attack, what do you think? I hereby promise that as long as I use my hands, I will lose this competition!"
Is this overconfidence?
Or is it arrogance without a bottom line?
Or is it, both?
Seeing that he was so underestimated, Fan Yao's anger was like white phosphorus poured with gasoline, burning up as soon as it hit the ground.
Bang bang bang!
Next, Fan Yao continued to attack with punch after punch, and his momentum was like the waves of the South Sea, endless and continuous.
What is surprising is that his attack seemed fierce, but in fact it was in vain.
No matter how he changed his moves, he couldn't suppress it effectively.
Wang Zhifan rose with his left foot and landed with his right foot, as if in the calm wind and calm clouds, thus neutralizing Fan Yao's fierce attack. Moreover, from beginning to end, he kept true to his promise and never used his own hands.
The strength is truly remarkable!
After another dozen moves, Wang Zhifan suddenly laughed and said: "The monkey walk is over, it's my turn to counterattack!"
