Although Qi Qingyun advocates martial arts, his temperament is not radical. At this moment, his mind was still quite calm.
From the 'stomping' competition just now, it is easy to see that the opponent's power is greater than yours, so you should try your best to avoid a head-on confrontation with him.
If you want to win by surprise, you can only use your strengths and avoid weaknesses.
Under the guidance of this general policy, Qi Qingyun figured out a battle strategy that was beneficial to him.
"Wang Zhifan, before we start the fight, I want to ask you something."
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"What items did you take in this martial arts exam?"
"Exam items?"
Wang Zhifan never expected that the other party would ask such a common sense question without any value in front of everyone.
Regarding this matter, the imperial newspaper clearly wrote about it, so why do you need to popularize it yourself?
However, since the other party asked, he had to give a perfunctory answer.
"The martial arts examination is divided into two major areas. The first one tests eighteen types of martial arts, and the second one tests camps, chariots, mines, etc. The comprehensive and broad coverage is completely beyond your imagination. "
"So, in addition to boxing and kicking, you are also good at weapons?"
What are these words!
Wang Zhifan said proudly and proudly: "To tell you the truth, knives, spears, swords, halberds, knives, sticks, forks, rakes, etc. I have all the weapons at my fingertips, without any ambiguity!"
After saying that, he was suddenly startled again and asked curiously: "From what you said, do you mean you want to compete with me in weapons?"
Qi Qingyun smiled and said: "Yes, Qi has this intention!"
"That's fine! As you wish!"
"Wu Zhuangyuan, please choose a weapon!"
Wang Zhifan nodded, and then came to the stage with his hands behind his back.
He looked around at the eighteen weapons in front of him, smiling at each one, and finally focused on the sword.
"The sword is the first of all weapons, and it cannot be controlled by a non-master! In that case, I will choose this sword against you!"
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"Haha, Wu Zhuangyuan is really confident!"
The sword is an ancient weapon. It is often talked about by martial arts practitioners because of its elegant dancing posture. It is also praised as the supreme by some masters because of its flexibility in stabbing and its ability to attack and defend.
Du Fu once wrote a poem praising: A sword dance moves all directions!
It can be seen that the status of the sword is still very high.
It is precisely because of this implicit relationship that Wang Zhifan chose the sword coquettishly.
When Qi Qingyun saw this, he felt happy.
The opponent's choice of sword is definitely a sign of arrogance, which is commonly known as underestimating the enemy.
The current arena is relatively wide, and theoretically speaking, those who use large weapons can have an offensive advantage.
This is the so-called "one inch long, one inch strong".
Of course, every inch is short and every inch is dangerous.
But there is a premise. You must be as sharp and fast as Miss Qi in order to take advantage of short-term risks. Otherwise, there is a high probability that it will be suppressed by large weapons.
Qi Qingyun chose a large spear almost without thinking. He just mentioned it casually.
"Boy, let's get started!"
"good!"
Whoosh!
A slight whistle!
Qi Qingyun flicked his spear and stabbed him head on.
Wang Zhifan still had the same calm appearance as before. He flicked his sword casually, intending to neutralize the opponent's attack.
Unexpectedly, Qi Qingyun's spear was so powerful that it directly swung his sword to the side.
As a last resort, Wang Zhifan had no choice but to lean back and turn over to avoid it.
so close!
This fierce attack directly shocked Wang Zhifan into a cold sweat. At this point, he no longer dared to take it lightly.
We must show our true strength to fight against it.
Ping ping pong!
In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged more than a dozen moves.
Look, the spear is like a swimming dragon and the sword is like a flying phoenix. It's so dizzying to see.
Qi Yu was wiping his beard in the audience and watching, thinking as he watched.
This Wang Zhifan's martial arts is indeed extraordinary and should not be inferior to Huang Fei. Qi Qingyun is also not a weakling and has the confidence and strength to challenge him.
Although the latter's martial arts skills were slightly inferior, he relied on his superiority in weapons to not fall behind in a short period of time.
For now, the two are evenly matched.
Compared with Mr. Qi who watched calmly, the enthusiasm of the people was much higher.
The shouts of encouragement and wonderful praises penetrated the ears, making people feel passionate and passionate.
Some people even hired gongs and drums players to drum up Qi Qingyun's reputation.
Seeing how enthusiastic the adults are, the children are not far behind, but their way of helping out is a bit special.
"Old Wang, who drew a big bastard on your back~~"
"Zhuangyuanlang, why is your crotch spread open? Look, it's all exposed!"
"..."
Although these pranks could not actually help Qi Qingyun, they still played a role in disgusting Wang Zhifan.
The latter touched his back for a while, looked at his crotch for a while, and mentally wandered off several times.
However, in the face of real strength, these methods are all trivial.
After about two hundred moves, Qi Qingyun's physical strength began to show some signs of weakness, and then he turned into a passive defensive state.
The occurrence of this phenomenon is mainly directly related to the short time he has practiced martial arts. If given time, he will definitely make progress.
After more than a hundred moves, Qi Qingyun's marksmanship gradually became messy, and his situation became increasingly dangerous.
But he is still struggling and fighting for honor!
Seeing these situations, Qi Yu's heart suddenly lifted again.
"Something is not good, we must stop it immediately!"
"Sir, it's better to wait and see!"
"No need to wait!"
"..."
Qi Yu was about to force him to stop, but unexpectedly, an unexpected scene happened.
Qi Qingyun suddenly exerted his strength and stabbed several times. After forcing Wang Zhifan back, he immediately jumped off the ring.
After landing, he seemed to be unwilling but calmly said: "As long as the green hills are here, I won't have to worry about having no firewood. Today, I admit that I am outmatched and will admit defeat on the spot!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene immediately became quiet.
The people watching did not hide their disappointment at all, and looked at Qi Qingyun with resentful eyes.
They felt that even if they died on the spot, they could not bow their heads and admit defeat. In this way, where will Qiongzhou’s face be placed?
However, Qi Yu's view is exactly the opposite.
It is definitely wiser to remain useful than to die for integrity. Especially as a general, you should not act on impulse, and go to extremes stupidly when your mind gets hot.
Looking at it this way, this kid is indeed a young talent with potential.
Thinking of this, Qi Yu couldn't help but smile happily.
Speaking of Wang Zhifan, when he saw the low morale in Qiongzhou, he felt instantly refreshed.
"Did you see how appropriate the couplet I wrote here is? Punch the Mobei tiger, kick the South Sea dragon! People in South Asia are all rat-like ears!"
Farke!
Qi Yu, who was in a good mood just now, immediately became furious after hearing this.
Just as he was about to draw his gun to shock him, he suddenly saw a flash of white light in the sky, as if something strange was happening.
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