Chapter 103 The Hard Battle Finally Tastes the Fruit of Victory

Chapter 103 The Hard Battle Finally Tastes the Fruit of Victory

This time Zheng Qiu learned to be obedient. He sat on the ground and shouted loudly: "Master! Sovereign! He surrendered! He can't move anymore! Can I win!"

Hearing the apprentice's shout, Elder Ming Zong instinctively wanted to rush over, but he immediately calmed down and looked at the suzerain and Ge Wuqing.

Ming Kong Aoqing saw Ming Zong's gaze and immediately understood the meaning. This situation cannot last for a long time, and Ge Wuqing must quickly decide the outcome.

Mingkong Aoqing stood up from the chair, looked at Ge Wuqing coldly: "Ge An has been subdued, this is the second time, do you recognize it? Or do you want to give up the bet, we will fight hard here some time?"

"Hmph!" Ge Wuqing immediately stood up, his face very ugly, he snorted angrily, and walked towards the open space.

Seeing Ge Wuqing approaching, Zheng Qiu was very flustered, he hurriedly moved his body and shrank behind the clay figurines.

Seeing Ge Wuqing walking in front of the clay figurines, Zheng Qiu poked his head out and stammered, "Don't...don't come here, don't come here... come here, if you come here, I, I...I'll read the formula, let me ...Let his stomach, full, full of mud!"

Ge Wuqing's cheeks twitched fiercely, and he said with a straight face: "Stinky boy, are you threatening me?"

"Ge Wuqing, pay attention to your identity! The majestic owner of Jueqing Suixinzhuang, doesn't mean he wants to do something to children!" Accompanied by the words, Mingkong Aoqing waved his fan and appeared behind Ge Wuqing.

The distance between the two was so close that Ge Wuqing could feel the breeze blowing from the fan, blowing the back of his neck continuously.

Ge Wuqing didn't look back, but just said to the figurine, "I don't think the majestic Sect Master Qianyun would make a sneak attack from behind."

Mingkong Aoqing smiled slightly: "That's not necessarily the case! Whether you want to sneak attack or not depends on what Ge Wuqing means."

Ge Wuqing was silent for a long time, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, as expected of Qian Yunzong, you can break the situation I carefully arranged, admiration!"

Then he looked at Zheng Qiu who was hiding behind the clay figurine, and said in a deep voice, "Stinky boy, your name is Zheng Qiu, right? I remember you! Get the hell out of here now!"

Zheng Qiu heard Ge Wuqing's words and knew that he was safe. He kicked his right leg and moved away from the clay figurine.

Elder Ming Zong, who was following the suzerain, rushed over immediately, picked up the apprentice from the ground, and ran towards the banquet table.

Carrying Zheng Qiu to the banquet table, Master Ming Zong quickly grabbed his left hand and checked his pulse to see if there was any internal injury.

Mingkong Zilin was very anxious when she saw Zheng Qiu's scorched right hand and drooping left foot. She groped around in her pockets and sleeves, trying to find pills to heal her wounds.

While searching, she poked Zheng Qiu's arm and asked Zheng Qiu's situation: "Stupid boy, how are you? Can you catch your breath?"

Zheng Qiu stuck out his tongue, tears and snot one after another: "Oh, hiss... don't touch your arm, it hurts! Hey, your back hurts too, don't move! Does any of you have painkillers? Oh..."

Master Ming Zong inspected it for a while, and said, "There is no internal injury, it's just a flesh injury, and it will be fine."

Mingkong Zilin searched for a long time, but except for a few dolls, she couldn't find any decent pills. She asked Master Ming Zong: "Old man Ming Zong, you see that he is in such pain, is there any painkiller?"

Master Mingzong shook his head: "No."

"This..." Mingkong Zilin thought for a moment, raised her small fist, and hit Zheng Qiu's head hard.

Boom, in an instant Zheng Qiu's cry of pain stopped, he rolled his eyes, his tongue drooped and he fainted.

On the open space, Ge Wuqing smashed the clay figurine with his palm, pulled Ge An out of it, and reached out to remove the ball of paper from his mouth.

Ge Wuqing kept a straight face, and his tone was as silent as stagnant water, without any fluctuation: "Why did you lose?"

Ge An brushed off the dirt left on his clothes, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "This kid actually dares to cheat, he's too cunning..."

Snapped,

A crisp voice sounded, and there was a red handprint on Ge An's face.

Ge Wuqing withdrew his palm and asked coldly, "Why did you lose?"

"Father! There is something wrong with this kid. Such a powerful lightning spell must not have been drawn by him!"

Pa, what greeted him was still a slap in the face. Ge Wuqing looked at him, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes: "Answer me, why did you lose?"

Ge An covered his face and stared blankly at his adoptive father. After a long time, he lowered his head and whispered four words: "I was careless."

Ge Wuqing put his hands behind his back, watched the Qian Yunzong people return to the banquet table, and said flatly: "That kid's speed is far inferior to yours, even if it is a sneak attack, you should not be able to hit a single move.

You will be fined to work in the fields for two months, so you can reflect on yourself. Hurry up, is it ashamed to stand here? "

"Yes, foster father!" Ge An raised his head, glanced at the direction of the banquet table, and left angrily.

Ge Wuqing returned to the banquet table, grabbed the porcelain bottle containing wine, and poured a breath down his throat.

Mingkong Aoqing called the elders and disciples together, turned around and said to Ge Wuqing: "Ge Wuqing, the competition is over, the bet has come to an end, you can celebrate the rest of the banquet slowly, and we will not accompany you. "

After finishing speaking, he lightly shook the paper fan, and led the people from Qian Yunzong to the gate of the courtyard.

Before he took a few steps, Ge Wuqing's voice came from behind.

"Wait!"

Mingkong Aoqing stopped, and put away the paper fan in his hand with a clatter, but he didn't turn around, and his back was still facing Ge Wuqing.

The Elder Mingding next to him turned around, pointed at Ge Wuqing's face and scolded: "Ge Wuqing, are you trying to go back on your word? I knew that you are a despicable villain, and the same goes for your Unfeeling Suixin Zhuang. There is not a single good thing in it." ..."

After Elder Ming Ding cursed a few words, Ming Kong Aoqing stopped him: "Enough."

Then he also turned around and asked coldly, "Ge Wuqing, what do you mean?"

Ge Wuqing smashed the porcelain bottle on the ground, and the red wine spilled all over the floor: "It's nothing interesting! The banquet is not over yet, so you just left like this?"

Ming Kong Aoqing didn't want to quarrel with him anymore, so he directly said clearly: "Ge Wuqing, don't think that Qian Yunzong is made of mud, if you want to make a move, we will accompany you to the end!

I, Mingkong Aoqing, may not be able to do anything against you, but I guarantee that there will be no disciples left in Suixinzhuang! "

Mingkong's arrogant attitude suddenly became so tough, Ge Wuqing's face turned green and red for a while, obviously suppressing the anger in his heart.

After a while, he grabbed another porcelain bottle, poured two sips of wine down his throat, and said with a laugh: "Okay! It seems that I didn't arrange it well, and I couldn't keep the distinguished guests of Gan Yunzong. But this matter can't just end like this. "

He put down the porcelain vase, raised his arm and pointed to the sky: "I, Ge Wuqing, must fight for the inversion of the galaxy, there is no room for negotiation!

Now, only I, Ruanxin Suixinzhuang, know about the matter of Xinghe's condensed water veins. Mingkong Aoqing, if you don't want the whole world to know, you'd better agree to my request later. "