Lao Xing Lafeng's appearance immediately won the applause of the audience. Listening to the applause of the crowd, Lao Xing was also very happy.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Lao Xing smiled and expressed his gratitude to the people around him who applauded him. People who didn't know thought he had already won.
The Yang father and daughter were a little confused for a moment, but Yang's father looked at Lao Xing's clothes and hurriedly came towards Lao Xing.
"Master, who are you?" Father Yang asked in a low voice.
Over the past year or so, they had encountered such things frequently, and sometimes there were even arrests to rob the bride.
In the past, they had spent a lot of effort to deal with it, but today they were obviously over-worrying.
"Old man, Xing also wants to come on stage and give it a try."
Lao Xing said to Yang's father very kindly, after all, if he wins, then this person will be his father-in-law.
Father Yang was relieved when he saw that Lao Xing was not here to cause trouble. However, when he thought of Yang Huilan's sword skills, his heart tightened again. If Lao Xing was injured, they would not be able to survive. Walk.
Father Yang quickly whispered and cupped his fists:
"My lord, my daughter is of Puliu's wealth and is not worthy of you. Besides, this sword has no eyes, so please be accommodating."
With that said, Yang's father took out some money from his pocket and secretly stuffed it into Lao Xing's hand, intending to make Lao Xing give up the idea of competing in martial arts, so as not to get himself into unnecessary trouble.
In Father Yang's eyes, few of these agents were not greedy for money, and he had dealt with them this way in the past.
But this time Father Yang was mistaken. Although Lao Xing was nicknamed Xing Bu Zongong, they were just gadgets for food and drink. He had never accepted such money.
And there are so many pairs of eyes here looking at it, even if Lao Xing wants to accept it, he is embarrassed.
In addition, since Lao Xing has been a bachelor for so long, he can also see what shopkeeper Tong means. He knows that he is probably out of luck.
And he was already quite old. It happened that this time Yang Huilan came to Qixia Town to compete in martial arts to recruit a bride. He had just learned a set of sword skills, and Yang Huilan was not bad looking.
And the most important thing is that there is no need to pay a betrothal gift for this martial arts competition. This kind of good thing is as if God gave it to him specially. Do you think Lao Xing can let it go?
As the saying goes, if you don’t take what God gives you, you will never regret it!
Seeing that Father Yang was planning to bribe him, Lao Xing quickly pushed his hands and said:
"Oh, it must be done! Old man, what do you mean by this? This arrester is here according to your rules. Didn't you just say that it doesn't matter one's origin or wealth? How can this be... Could it be that you look down on this arrester? "
As he said this, Lao Xing's eyes widened, and he exuded an aura that was not angry but powerful.
When Yang's father saw this, he didn't dare to persuade him anymore, and kept saying: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"
Father Yang saw that Lao Xing was so stubborn and knew that he could not persuade him. He had no choice but to collect Lao Xing's registration fee of two dollars and then asked him to sign the life and death certificate.
"Master, are you really going to play?" When Lao Xing was drawing the cards, Xiao Liu also came to the side.
Lao Xing turned around and saw that not only Xiaoliu, but also everyone from Tongfu Inn except Xiucai and Xiaobei were here, especially shopkeeper Tong.
"Haha." Lao Xing looked at Shopkeeper Tong and smiled awkwardly. "Why are you all here?"
"This is right in front of our inn, how can we not come? Come on, Lao Xing!" The shopkeeper was not embarrassed, but smiled at Lao Xing and cheered.
"Come on, Lao Xing, we all support you!" Lao Bai also encouraged Lao Xing.
Lao Bai, Lao Xing, and the shopkeeper are not stupid. After two years of getting along, the three of them are like mirrors to each other.
"Don't worry, Capt. Xing, we will all cheer you on down below." Lao Xing is Xiaoliu's master, Xiao Guo also cheered.
Seeing everyone cheering for him, Lao Xing was also moved. He smiled and nodded to everyone:
"Thanks!"
However, as an apprentice, Xiao Liu did not have much confidence in his master. Not only did he know his master's ability, but also the power of Yang Huilan opposite him. He whispered:
"Master, this Yang Huilan is not a simple person, you must be careful!"
After hearing his apprentice's concern, Lao Xing said confidently:
"Six, don't worry. My master's sword skills are no longer what they used to be. In the past month, I have been practicing hard for my master, and now I have gained quite a lot. It has been a long time since we master and apprentice We don’t have time to practice swordsmanship together anymore. I’ll teach you as a master when I have time.”
Seeing his master's confident look, Xiao Liu didn't try to persuade him any more. He knew that if his master didn't hit a wall, he wouldn't know how powerful Yang Huilan was.
And Xiaoliu also believes that Yang Huilan will not be harsh, after all, his master is also a head catcher.
"That's alright, I'll just wait until the master wins me a master's wife." Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Xiaoliu also smiled and blessed.
"Watch Liu!" Lao Xing also turned around and walked towards Yang Huilan with confidence.
As for Yang Huilan, Yang's father had also finished explaining at this time, and Yang Huilan waved him to leave.
. . .
In this way, only Lao Xing and Yang Huilan were left on the field. Both of them first clasped their fists in greeting, and then Yang Huilan spread his hands empty and said:
"Please ask this official for advice."
Lao Xing saw that Yang Huilan didn't use a knife, so he was naturally not good at using it. Fortunately, he had learned Taizu Changquan before, and he had practiced it quite profoundly. Although it was not good for killing thieves, it could still be used for fighting. OK.
I saw Lao Xing getting into a posture and throwing punches on the ring.
This set of Taizu Changquan by Lao Xing was very impressive, and Lao Bai and Xiao Guo in the audience clapped and praised it.
Everyone around them was also inspired by the two of them, and Lao Xing was indeed playing well.
Although Xiaoliu didn't understand boxing, he could still tell that his master had practiced Taizu Changquan hard. Every move he made was in an orderly manner, and his lower body was even more calm.
Xiaoliu also nodded secretly. He didn't expect that his master had this skill. It seemed that this was his unique skill.
However, looking at Yang Huilan's steady appearance, Xiao Liu couldn't help but shook his head. His boxing skills were good, but it also depended on who the opponent was.
On the field, Lao Xing was boxing alone, while Yang Huilan stood motionless on the other side.
Looking at Lao Xing's punches, Yang Huilan shook her head. She originally wanted to let go, but the opponent only used punches and did not attack, so it was difficult for her to let go.
Seeing that Lao Xing had finished performing the Taizu Changquan again, with flaws all over his body, he still did not choose to attack. Yang Huilan finally couldn't stand anymore, so she could only take the initiative to attack.
Yang Huilan's right hand was shaped like a knife and slashed directly at Lao Xing, who was boxing alone.
The shopkeeper and others in the audience were wondering why Lao Xing didn't attack, but suddenly they saw Yang Huilan taking the initiative to attack. Lao Bai was also surprised when he saw Yang Huilan's palm.
"No, flame knife!"
