The old servant's spear skills at this time had a total of twenty-one moves, and only the last six were left unused at this time.
Apart from his unstable breath, the old man did not suffer any real damage.
The unsteady breath is also caused by fatigue.
He was being bombarded by two people in turn, and he kept resisting. The last time he was so tired, he was still in the mountains when he was a teenager, and his master pushed him day and night to practice martial arts. ,
And his martial arts is not mainly about killing enemies, it is mainly about maintaining health.
Such an intense exercise made the old Taoist really want to shout: "I am just an old Taoist who cultivates his moral integrity and cultivates his character. He likes to be quiet but does not like to understand."
Of course, it was even harder for the old servant than the old man. He was almost exhausted.
If he hadn't hid from his young master and ate secretly, if he had been starving for several days and used his spear skills, he would have collapsed from exhaustion.
He didn't even need an expert to do anything, he had to collapse on the ground and couldn't straighten up.
Even so, he was at the end of his strength at this moment, his face became paler and his expression became more and more numb.
Among the three, the one in the best condition is Aunt Qiao.
Because she is not the main force, she just plays a few tricks with the veteran from time to time on the side.
Stop and rush forward.
Stop and rush forward again.
Even so, she was still dripping with sweat and panting at this time.
After Qiaoyi was slapped back by the old Tao once, she bowed her body, stared at the old Tao with cold eyes, and did not continue to step forward.
The opponent's defense was stronger than a tortoise shell, and she couldn't attack her directly. No matter how sharp her moves were, or how fast her speed was, the final result would be a slap on the sole of her foot by the old master, and she would be knocked back.
The other hand, hidden in the Taoist robe, lifted up a giant curtain and erected it between himself and the old servant.
The old man seemed to be holding the hardest shield in the world. No matter which direction the old servant's gun stabbed at the old man, it would eventually hit the curtain and could not move forward.
The moment the old servant pierced and the tip of the spear touched the old Taoist robe, even though he was holding the iron spear and wanted to move forward, he just felt that there was something on the opposite side, blocking him and preventing him from moving forward.
The old Taoist seemed to understand the old servant's thoughts.
He smiled contemptuously and said: "Old bald man, isn't your gun very strong? It can't even pierce an old Taoist's robe. Has it become rusty after not using it for many years and the tip of the gun is dull?"
"Or, you are old and no longer useful."
The old servant faced the old Taoist's sarcasm. Although he couldn't stop holding the gun in his hand, he was also unforgiving in his words.
"Smelly Taoist priest, you are just relying on living a few years longer than me. You must have been beaten a lot when you were young. Otherwise, how could you have mastered the Turtle Kung Fu to such an extreme level? You can only take this kind of beating. I think you He deserves to be the best in the world, no wonder he has white hair on his head and can make his face so white and tender, he really looks like a bastard."
"I wish you, the immortal, live longer than the bastard and live for tens of thousands of years!"
The battle between the three veterans is still going on in the street.
The common people looked at the two sides on the field and knew that there would be no winner for a while.
Everyone is far away, and they feel that this place is getting more and more dangerous.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that among the three, the old servant has the best martial arts, but there is a young woman beside the old servant.
It’s really hard to say who wins and who loses in the end.
At this time, a big man with a beard and a muscular body stood in front of a table and shouted loudly: "Ping'an Bank, the price is down. Master Ya Qiuji, win one and pay two, Ya Xianzi will follow." That old man, if you win one, you lose ten, and the starting pressure is ten copper coins."
"Everyone, after watching the show for so long, I know who wins and who loses."
"It takes a stick of incense to close the plate."
The big man waved his hand, and behind him were two young men carrying a basket of copper coins. Behind him was an old man wearing a long gown and dressed as a scholar. He held pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand.
The old servant's efforts for so long seemed to have been ignored by the big man, and in the end he could only get the old man beside the fairy.
The person Lu Youjing called Uncle Wei, if he knew that he was fighting bloody battles on the front line, and the people behind him were taking pleasure in him, and still looked down upon him as he had said before, he would probably be angry, turn the gun, and stab a few people. Things without eyes are defeated by fire.
When Li Junchen and Lu Youjing saw the opening, one was really not interested and the other really didn't have any money. As for Uncle Wei's money, he didn't dare to touch it.
A man who is rich enough to make his son hungry for a few days, he doesn't dare to spend this kind of money.
In fact, that money is really dirty!
For a time, the situation on the field was unlikely to change too quickly.
Lu Youjing turned around and said to where Li Junchen was standing: "Hey! Are you recovered?"
"Stand there and don't move. I'm having an attack and I can't stand around anyone else." Li Junchen said to Lu Youjing ghostly from a distance of ten feet.
"Didn't you just have something to say to me?"
Li Junchen pondered for a while, raised his head and said, "Did you arrive in the capital today?"
When Lu Youjing heard the other party ask such a question, he propped up his chin and looked at Li Junchen's face.
This young man is almost too beautiful!
He showed a meaningful expression and asked: "My master, I have never heard of it. There is news that you are as good as Long Yang!"
"I know that in Dunlin, our status is considered to be the same. I am also good-looking, handsome, charming, and talented. But let me tell you, I am straight and hard, just like the walls of the capital. .”
"You understand!"
Lu Youjing blinked at Li Junchen, not knowing what he meant.
Li Junchen listened to the other party's self-promotion, especially thinking of himself as a good person like Long Yang.
He really wanted to turn around and leave. He didn't want to stay with this pig-brained person for even one second longer.
I am afraid that I will be infected by the other party.
What kind of family background can protect such a person, how he was born, and how he was taught. If he had the chance, he really wanted to question the other person's ancestors and teachers.
But he held back.
Li Junchen gritted his teeth and said: "I'm normal, harder than the sky. Even if you think about changing your way of life one day, I will still be who I am now."
"Then why did you ask me when I arrived in the capital?" Lu Youjing said with a sigh, looking a little regretful on his expression.
"I am also the one who arrived in Beijing today."
"Then what?"
Lu Youjing's expression became even more confused.
"Have you ever been to this capital before?" Li Junchen asked once.
"Been here!" Lu Youjing replied honestly.
"Uh!" Li Junchen was told by Lu Youjing, and all the questions were blocked in his chest.
"Why are you so shocked! This capital is not mine yet. I can come and leave whenever I want."
Lu Youjing looked at Li Junchen's surprised expression and said disdainfully.
No matter who you are, isn't it a piece of cake to come to this capital?
Li Junchen listened to Lu Youjing's disdainful words.
An idea flashed in his mind, and he said in shock: "When we enter the capital this time, it may not be us. We can come when we want and leave when we want."
