Chapter 673

"Oh, they are against Shaolin monks." In the attic, the prince of the Ming Dynasty looked at the people on the bowing court with great interest, "this is a good play."

Originally, the prince of the Ming Dynasty didn't pay much attention to any academy, but who made him lose face at the gate of Tianqiong academy? There's nothing more gratifying for him than to let the boy eat the shriveled.

For the time being, the prince of the Ming Dynasty stopped talking about the king's thoughts. He rushed down and waved to the servant to bring up the melon and fruit snacks. He wanted to see the Shaolin monk beat the boy!

The four Shaolin monks on the stage are more and more fierce. Each one has a ring scar on his head. From right to left, there is one ring scar, two ring scars and three ring scars. It seems that the most powerful monk has six ring scars.

"Do you think these monks are a little scary?" Muchuan whispered beside Gu Jiao.

"Aren't you afraid?" Gu Jiao asked.

Muchuan immediately straightened up and said, "I'm not afraid! Who says I'm afraid! "

Gu Jiao glanced at him: "your legs don't shake before you speak."

Muchuan

The monks of Shaolin didn't speak to them. They just made eye contact. In fact, it's not so much communication as demonstration and provocation.

To be honest, Muchuan's heart is a little bit scared, even more scared than the black wind ride of the Han family.

Zhao Wei is almost the same as him, but his bowing experience is a little richer than Muchuan's.

The kick-off of the first section is decided by drawing lots. After that, every goal will be kicked off by the other side. At present, the kick-off is Tianqiong Academy.

Generally speaking, mu Qingchen, as the main attacker of the batting team, seldom takes part in the kick-off, but because the opponent is too strong, he still decides to kick off after discussing with wufuzi.

From their appearance to the sound of gongs, it was only a few moments, but everyone felt like a long time had passed.

The people in the stands were so nervous that they held their breath.

"Ah, how could that be?" Second master Jing sat in front of the railing, staring at the Shaolin monk on the field, "do you want to be so unlucky?"

The second lady couldn't leave today and couldn't come over. On his left side, an Guogong was in a wheelchair. Behind him, an Guogong was wearing a green and white dress.

Mu Ruxin hears the speech and looks at the second master of the scenery in a puzzled way: "what's the matter? What's wrong? "

Second master Jing sighed deeply: "those Shaolin monks are very powerful. Tianqiong academy is not their opponent."

Mu Ruxin's eyes moved and asked, "second master, do you want Tianqiong academy to win?"

Second master Jing murmured: "I don't have it. Even the Shaolin monks don't have a heavy hand, and it's not easy for a few students."

As soon as he said this, his hand on the armrest slowly tugged into a fist and trembled.

The Gong rang.

Mu light dust facing the scorching sun, look a Lin, steadily swing out a ball.

"Second sister, second sister, hurry up!"

Outside the court, Su Xue pulls her second sister into the crowd and takes out a token to let the guard go.

"Slow down." Miss su er's hand hurt when she pulled her.

Su Xue said: "the Gong has just been knocked. The bowing match has begun!"

Miss su er said with a slight frown, "it's just the beginning. What are you doing in such a hurry?"

"I want to see Xiao... Fourth brother." Su Xue said solemnly, "after my fourth brother lived in the college, I haven't seen him for a long time."

Miss su er sighed: "let my father know that we are not going to master Fu's chess class, but we are going to watch some stroke and Ju match. We will definitely be punished."

Su Xue took her by the wrist and walked towards the grandstand of Tianqiong Academy: "no! Let's go

Mu light dust that ball opened very well, regardless of the speed accuracy, there is no problem.

The catcher is Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei learned to hit Ju when he was young. Technically, he successfully caught the Polo from mu Qingchen. He rushed to Muchuan in front of him.

Muchuan nodded to him.

Zhao Wei passes the ball to Muchuan, and Muchuan passes it to Gu Jiao. At this time, mu Qingchen has already come to the opponent's hole.

Gu Jiao passes the Polo to him, and mu Qingchen takes it to the hole.

The four of them cooperated seamlessly. The spectators finally saw Tianqiong academy playing polo once.

However, just as the Polo was about to enter the hole, something unexpected happened.

A Shaolin martial monk jumped up and came to the hole. He hit the Polo from mu Qingchen with one stroke.

It was a long shot, almost half of the court.

Zhao Wei and Muchuan had already gone back to fight for the ball, but they didn't even see the ball, so they heard a gong on the referee's bench.

Did you score?

They were stunned.

Shaolin academy took the lead and won the first flag.

"No, how did you get in? What's the situation? " Muchuan is at a loss.

He and Zhao Wei are chasing polo. Did the ball escape into the hole by itself?

Of course, it's not the polo club's escape, but the Shaolin monks' action is so fast that they don't see it.

Zhao Wei frowned at the arrogant Shaolin monk and recalled: "it's not all fast, they have tactics! Just now the monk with three commandments blocked our sight with his horse. He swung to grab the ball. We thought the Polo was on his side, but in fact, the Polo was in front of him and had already reached the monk with six commandments. "

After listening to Zhao Wei's analysis, Muchuan felt that his belief had been overturned: "is it so yin?"

Because the other side scored, it was still their kick-off.

It's Zhao Wei who kicks off this time.

Zhao Wei opens the Polo to Muchuan, but Muchuan's club hasn't been waved yet, and a Shaolin monk swishes past him.

Shaolin monk took the Polo away.

Mu Qingchen was attacked by both sides and couldn't break through.

Gu Jiao intercepted a ball with the skill she learned from Xu Ping.

She passes the ball to Mu Qingchen, who passes it to Zhao Wei.

Then the ball was lost again.

The gong sounded again and Shaolin academy scored again.

The speed of Shaolin Academy's goal is appalling, which is faster than the goal record set by Ma Wang Sahuan.

Muchuan and Zhao Wei are very tired, and there is a little sweat on their faces.

A few people are riding on horses, waiting for the referee to bring the polo.

Muchuan gasped: "what kind of monks are these? Is it too fierce? LIULANG, why don't you ride your horse king over here? "

Gu Jiao said, "it's too small to ride."

Muchuan muttered: "didn't you ride it last time?"

Mu light dust light way: "you say less two."

Muchuan shut up.

This is not about horses, it's about people.

These monks are so powerful. They all have great internal power. They can't catch the ball they play.

"How is your arm?" Mu Qingchen asks Gu Jiao.

Just now Gu Jiao intercepted the most.

Gu Jiao touched almost paralyzed right arm: "nothing." Just slow down.

The game starts again.

Kick off in the dust.

It's forbidden to use internal power in bowling, otherwise it will be regarded as a foul. These young martial monks have been training their bodies all year round, and they have developed the ability of King Kong. Every shot they swing seems to have internal power.

Mu Qingchen's ball was snatched again without accident.

Muchuan is the closest. He swings to get back, and Zhao Wei assists. They block Shaolin monk's formation.

They've got the ball!

Jin Gang, the Shaolin monk, was angry and waved out.

"I'll do it!" Muchuan comes forward and catches it.

At this time, something unexpected happened. The monk obviously expected that the ball would be intercepted, so he used extremely terrible strength.

Muchuan's whole body was knocked out.

Zhao Wei suddenly changed color: "Muchuan!"

Muchuan fell off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.

The grassland is quiet all around.

Someone fell off the horse again. People can't help thinking of nangonglin, who fell off the horse and was trampled on. Won't something happen again?

The referee called the game off.

Zhao Wei turned over and dismounted: "Muchuan! Are you ok? "

Muchuan covered his right arm and twisted his whole face with pain: "is my arm broken?"

Gu Jiao jumped off the horse, squatted down and held his arm: "dislocated, hold on."

As soon as the voice fell, she lifted her hands and connected Muchuan's arm with a click.

Muchuan cried out in pain.

Wufuzi came and took Muchuan down, and Yuan Xiao came on.

After careful consideration by the judge, it was finally judged as an accident, and Shaolin academy did not violate the rules.

"Isn't that a foul?" Yuan Xiao is discontented with a way, "they are clearly intentional!"

He had just been watching, the monk with three ring scars on his head aimed at Muchuan's swing. He just wanted to hurt Muchuan with the strength of polo.

"Did they do the same before?" Gu Jiao suddenly opens her mouth.

Mu Qingchen is the only one who can answer this question. After all, no one has seen the Shaolin academy competition except him.

Mu Qingchen frowned and said: "in the past, it was very domineering and powerful, but... It's not so fierce today."

If his martial arts were not better than Muchuan, he would have been beaten down.

Why did he just ask Gu Jiao if her arm was ok? It was because his arm was also injured.

This group of Shaolin monks seem to be deliberately targeting them. Did someone secretly manipulate something?

In the attic, the king of Ming county clapped his hands and said, "beautiful! That's the way to fight! Who brought Shaolin academy here? It's really the king's heart

Han Shizi took a sip of tea.

The game starts again.

Gu Jiao led the horse to the referee. Suddenly she stopped and looked at the referee: "are you sure that's not a foul?"

The judge said, "nature doesn't count."

"Oh." Gu Jiao pick eyebrow, "so, as long as is hit by the ball down, are not fouls."

The referee frowned and thought it was not right. He corrected: "don't attack the opponent with the ball on purpose."

Muchuan was shocked when he grabbed the ball. The other side didn't aim at him.

"Oh." Gu Jiao said, "it's not a foul if it's not intentional, is it?"

It's true, but there's something wrong with it.

The referee gave Gu Jiao a strange look. He didn't say what was wrong and nodded: "let's go."

Gu Jiao turned over and got on the horse.

Yuan Xiao kicks off.

Zhao Wei just grabbed it, but before he could cover the heat, he was robbed by Shaolin monk.

Gu Jiao raced to catch up with the Shaolin monk. As he was about to swing, Gu Jiao suddenly said, "Amitabha."

In a daze, Shaolin monk almost reflexively took back his club and made a Buddhist ceremony: "Amitabha --"

Bang!

Gu Jiao hit the polo with one stroke!

Shaolin monk

Yuan Xiao gets the ball and passes it to Zhao Wei, who then passes it to Gu Jiao.

At this time, they are very close to each other's hole, Mu light dust has already been in place.

The Shaolin monk catches up, and Gu Jiao is attacked on both sides.

"LIULANG!" Not far away, Yuan Xiao yelled.

Give him the ball, and he'll wash the dust.

Gu Jiao did not do so, she is very risky to pass the ball to Mu light dust.

Sure enough, it was intercepted.

Yuan Xiao strangled his wrist: "Ouch!"

It was the monk who stopped the ball. He wanted to pass the ball to another monk. Gu Jiao was staring at the latter.

The monk of LiuJie scar's eyes flashed a fierce, he hit the ball with one stroke.

He did his best with this pole.

Mu Qingchen screams that it's not good. It's not the ball he really wants to pass to his partner. He plans to use that move on Mu Chuan to Gu Jiao once.

No hard connection!

Mu light dust want to stop already too late, Gu Jiao stretched out the club.

"Ah --"

With a scream, Gu Jiao's right rear monk was hit by a polo and fell from the horse!

It turned out that Gu Jiao had just extended her club, but instead of catching the ball, she touched it gently and changed the direction of the ball.

The monk fell heavily, and his companion yelled, "you fouled!"

Gu Jiao showed her hand: "how did I break the rules? The ball is played by you. You have so much strength that you can't get it. Blame me? "

The monks choked a lot.

The referee decided that it was an accident and there was no foul. The game continued.

The power of the six commandments scar monk can not be underestimated. This monk fell badly and came down for a while. Another monk came up.

The substitute monk was a little inferior in strength and opened a gap for Tianqiong Academy. Before the end of the second section, Tianqiong academy scored a goal.

Shaolin monk seems to be angered. At the beginning of the third quarter, Yuan Xiao's arm was injured.

"Are you all right?" Mu Qingchen asked.

Yuan Xiao gritted his teeth and held the club: "I'm ok... I can continue..."

If they don't go on, there are only five of them. Muchuan can't play any more. If even he goes off, the number will not be enough. They can only abstain.

Gu Jiao looked at Yuan Xiao's trembling right hand, and her eyes were completely cool.

She changed the club to her left hand, and her right hand went around the reins to snatch the polo.

The monk who was robbed of the ball was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he didn't expect that the other side's speed suddenly became so fast!

After Gu Jiao grabs the ball, she doesn't pass it to anyone, but takes the ball to the opponent's hole alone.

The six commandments scar monk has been waiting for a long time.

Gu Jiao's murderous spirit suddenly appeared and hit the ball towards the hole.

The six commandments scar monk's eyes flitted a trace of contempt and raised his hand to intercept.

At this moment, an incredible thing happened. The moment the club touched the polo, he was shocked away!

What a terrible force!

He was directly out of the field, hit the pillars under the stands, and then fell to the ground!

Everyone was shocked, and even a lot of people in the stands stood up.

What just happened?

Was Shaolin monk shot away?

How could that be?

"Sixth elder martial brother!"

The monks urged their horses to run to the edge of the bowing field, dismounted and rushed at him.

"Just... Just LIULANG?" Yuan Xiao was stunned.

Even if I knew Xiao LIULANG's ability, I didn't expect that he had such ability. The power of that blow just now couldn't even make light dust?

"Did he use his internal power?" Zhao Wei asked.

Mu light dust complexion said: "No."

He didn't feel any internal force. Xiao LIULANG used his own strength.

Zhao Wei's eyes lit up: "then, don't these monks kick the iron plate?"

Mu light dust way: "yes, kick to iron plate."

The reason why Shaolin monks are so powerful is not that their ability of bowing is so bad. Compared with Xu Ping, they still have a certain gap. They are superior in speed and strength. Without using their internal power, no one is their opponent.

No one can catch the ball they play. They can't stop the ball others play.

Yuan Xiao scratched his head: "was LIULANG so powerful before?"

Mu light dust dun dun, said: "No."

When he tamed the horse king, Xiao LIULANG didn't show so strong strength. It was more like he was inspired by these Shaolin monks when he just hit the bow.

Gu Jiao's move was so beautiful that the prince of Ming in the attic even closed his mouth: "what kind of pervert is this boy? That's a Shaolin monk! "

Han Shizi looked at the unruly young man on horseback, and suddenly flashed a figure he had seen when he was young.

That's the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family.

A boy who can kill a tiger with one blow without internal power.

Gu Jiao looked at her hands.

Well, these monks are useful. It seems that their strength has recovered a little.

It's been months.

Gu Jiao bent the corner of her lips and looked at the Shaolin monks who were about to return to the arena. Green light flashed from the bottom of her eyes.

Shaolin monk's heart collective clapped!

What's the matter with a sense of foreboding?