Shen Cha jumped down from the high platform, followed closely by Shen Haolin and Mei Lin. All eyes from inside and outside the school grounds were focused on them.
Xue Ruitian glanced at Ying Shisan, who was standing behind him on his right, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you want to join in the fun?"
"The Duke and the boss want to show off their power, are they asking for trouble if they follow? Merlin is enough." Ying Thirteen took a step forward, got a little closer to Xue Ruitian, and reached out to brush off the snowflakes on his shoulders, "Look at them The purpose of the two is probably to put a little pressure on these boys and let them master this skill as soon as possible."
"As expected, you are very considerate!"
"Master Hou is so complimentary, I don't deserve it." Ying Thirteen clasped his hands and looked at Xue Ruitian, "Master Hou, don't just look at the fun of those guys below, you should also worry about yourself."
"What do I have to worry about, Lord? It can't be more difficult than practicing martial arts when I was a kid, right?"
"Although it's not up to that level, it's... it's indeed very hard." Ying Shisan smiled, "The whole process is mainly about falling. I'm really worried about Mr. Hou's body."
"Don't underestimate people. No matter how weak my body is, I am still stronger than your boss, right?" Xue Ruitian turned halfway and gave Ying Shisan a look, "Your boss can handle it , I can still handle it. Besides, if I really can’t handle it, I can still use Qinggong, and I will definitely not hold you back, don’t worry!”
"That's what the Marquis said!" Ying Thirteen looked inside the school grounds. Shen Haolin and Shen Cha had already run two laps, and it seemed that their bodies were already moving. "Even if it is this ordinary level, these guys who have never seen the world are... dumbfounded."
"Are you betting?" Xue Ruitian looked at Ying Thirteen and then at Jin Jing, who had always been lackluster. "You...what are you doing again?"
"It's not all because of you." Jin Jing yawned several times, "That boy Bai Meng pestered me all night, insisting that I tell him in detail what happened with Xiaoyu. Basically. It's not enough to talk about it, but I have to ask very detailed questions. God knows how can I still remember it so clearly after so many years." He leaned against Xue Ruitian, "This kid still hasn't mustered up the courage to talk to Xue Ruitian. Yu made it clear that he came here to annoy me, and now I feel a headache just looking at him."
"He..." Xue Ruitian looked around, "Where is he?"
"I don't know." Jin Jing shook her head, "He disappeared after eating in the morning. It's just right. Out of sight, out of mind."
"...Forget it, leave him alone, let's place our bets." Xue Ruitian looked around the school grounds, "Who do you want to bet on?"
"Two of them?" Jin Jing looked at the two people who had already opened up, and took out a one hundred tael silver note, "I think... it's a tie."
"Where's Thirteen?"
"Boss." Ying Shisan also gave Xue Ruitian a hundred taels, "My subordinates still have great confidence in the boss. Where is the Marquis? Who does the Marquis like?"
"Ha... Let's tie!" Xue Ruitian patted Ying Shisan, "Young man, be prepared to lose."
Ying Thirteen smiled and looked at the sleepy Jin Jing, "Master Hou, please send the military advisor back to your home. If you fall asleep here, you may get sick."
"Xiao Jing." Xue Ruitian patted Jin Jing hanging on his body, "Let Thirteen take you back, okay?"
"……Um."
After watching Ying Shisan help Jin Jing leave, Xue Ruitian turned his attention back to Shen Haolin and Shen Cha.
In this short period of time, the two people had gone through fifty moves, and there was still no winner. At this time, the two people drew out their long whips and soft knives, and landed firmly on the ground.
Everyone was watching them. The fist and kick competition between the two people before made all the soldiers inside and outside the school grounds admire them. In their opinion, it was impossible to stand on the ground and a big horse might fall to the ground at any time. , these two people behaved as usual, all moves were as smooth as clouds and flowing water, as if the land they stepped on had not changed in any way.
"Tired?" Shen Haolin held up his soft knife and raised the corners of his lips towards Shen Cha, "Want to surrender?"
"Brother, when did I become so weak? Surrender? Impossible!"
Shen Cha snorted coldly and took the lead in launching the attack. Her long whip itself was a long-distance attack weapon. Basically, there were no accidents and she didn't need to get close. She first swung the whip at Shen Haolin's neck, while also paying attention to the expressions of the soldiers watching.
In fact, the two of them had already discussed it before coming down. In order to show that they could perform themselves freely in such a harsh environment, the two of them changed their moves and body skills to a more gorgeous line. It was dazzling to see and feel. These two are like tops.
Shen Cha whipped the whip six times in succession but all failed. She was not in a hurry. When the last whip failed, she turned her wrist slightly and the whip struck Shen Haolin's lower body.
When Shen Haolin saw the whip swinging towards him, he stood on tiptoes and jumped backwards. When he landed firmly, he saw Shen Cha's next whip coming towards him very quickly. He chuckled and raised his hand to throw out the soft knife. , accurately wrapped the long whip, exerted a slight force, and used this force to pull Shen Cha towards him.
Naturally, Shen Cha would not be dragged over by him so easily, but she would not be stupid enough to compete with Shen Haolin. She knew her brother's thoughts very well, so she let go of her hand very simply, since he wanted her whip. , then there’s nothing wrong with giving it to him.
Shen Haolin guessed that she would do this. After all, the two of them had played hundreds of games since childhood, and their familiarity with each other was engraved in their bones. Therefore, when he pulled her, he didn't use too much force. When she let go, he just followed the trend. Take the whip into your own hand.
Shen Cha was not idle either. He jumped forward and slapped Shen Haolin in the face. He took advantage of his chance to dodge and snatched back his whip.
The two of them went back and forth for almost half a stick of incense. They seemed to be evenly matched, but in fact they knew that due to physical strength, Shen Haolin still had a slight upper hand, especially in the last thirty or so. Recruitment, basically letting go.
However, the people present, except for those standing on the high platform, basically could not see this. They also felt that they had watched a wonderful competition. In addition to being full of feelings for Shen Haolin and Shen Cha, In addition to being convinced and admired by many, their fighting spirit was also ignited. Many people have made a vow in their hearts that even if they cannot be like the two big brothers, they must try their best and never embarrass Shen Jiajun.
Shen Haolin and Shen Cha, who barely managed to draw a tie and withdrew their moves, also noticed the fighting spirit emanating from the soldiers and felt that their thoughts were understood, which made them happy.
"Brother, sister!" Shen Jiu ran over holding the cloaks of the two of them, "Your kung fu is getting better and better. I thought I could surpass you, but...hey, I don't usually see you practicing kung fu. Could it be that kung fu is Are you getting better?" Seeing both of them laughing at him, he flattened his lips and said, "Are you... going back?"
"Yes, I'll leave this to you!" Shen Haolin put on Shen Cha's cloak, "Practice hard and don't let us down."
"Yes, Marshal, General!"
