Chapter 32： The ratio of the list

Xu Xingzhi’s way of acting yesterday was a big impact on Chengding. After taking the stage, Xu Xingzhi just smiled brilliantly at the top of the stroke, and the silver gun in Cheng Ding’s hand shook three times.

Upon seeing it, there is a number in Zhoubei Nanxin: "...The Chengding may be finished. I am going to take him for 15 rounds under the hands of Xu Xing."

Wen Xuechen also said: "15 rounds."

As he said, he flattened his palm and touched Zhou Beinan's fist, and gestured to identify with each other.

Qu Chi has raised an objection: "...I don't think so. At least fifty rounds or more."

Zhou Xian also agrees with Qu Chi: "What kind of person is Xu's brother, you are not unclear. How can he easily let Cheng Ding lose his kind of character?"

After this reminder, Zhou Beinan suddenly realized: "...the bastard. It is recommended to shave his bald head yesterday."

Xu Xingzhi’s dangerous malicious map was clearly revealed after the official start of the game.

- He did not convert the "free pen" into any of the same blade, but he slowly shook his fan and compared the gesture to a very polite "please" gesture.

Cheng Ding only has a hand together, and the four people on the side of the field know that there is no suspense in this test.

Cheng Ding should be eager to win the shame, but in the face of Xu Xingzhi, his first starting position is defense.

Obviously, Xu Xingzhi’s move yesterday left him with a very deep shadow.

Zhou Xian is not interested in the one-sided cat and mouse game, simply looking around in four.

Under the sweep, she found that in the short-haired team of Fengling Mountain, one person was standing tall and cold, like a night, and only one of his male disciples was accompanied by a crown, so he stood even. The team's back position is still very eye-catching.

Zhou Xian was curious and leaned down to Wen Xuechen. "There is still one person in Fengling Mountain who has not shaved."

Zhou Beinan looked at his sister's gaze and locked the man with no effort.

After seeing the man's face, Zhou Beinan suddenly became ignorant, and the right did not recognize him.

Qu Chi shook his head: "... Fenglingshan disciple I am not very familiar. But look at his service, it should be an intermediate disciple of Fengling Mountain, and Jiuzhi Lan, Meng Zhongguang, they are level."

Wen Xuechen also looked at the maverick male disciple and replied in a moment: "I don't know."

Zhou Xian understands Wen Xuechen, only listened to the tone of his speech and then decided: "...you must know."

She leaned over and touched the warm snow with her arms. "Talk about it."

Wen Xuechen's cold white face rose red, barely cold: "...you are too close."

Zhou Xian is not a first-class beauty, but wins a pair of heavy and bright black eyes, laughs and has a pair of pear vortex, so that even if you look at it, the mood will be better.

She held her knees and smiled and said to Wen Xuechen: "Be close, listen to you."

Qu Chi: "...cough, cough, cough and cough."

Zhou Beinan Hanger Lang said: "Which needs to be so close, I can stand here and hear someone's heart jump out. Snow dust, do you want medicine? Be careful of your heart."

Wen Xuechen tightened the blood-filled lips and forced his eyes to turn away from Zhou’s face. He steadily said: “I’m not very clear about the identity of the person, only once I saw his dispute with Xu Xing.”

"Why, is there any dispute between him and Master Xu?" Zhou Xian was curious. "Xu’s temper is good, how can he..."

"He seems to be Xu Pingsheng, or Xu is alive, I can't remember." Wen Xuechen said, "I heard that in the dispute, he called him "brother"."

Zhou Beinan is still speechless.

Zhou Xian was shocked: "Xu Shixiong has a brother? Why didn't he listen to him?"

Qu Chi is also confused: "I have never listened to my own family affairs. I only know that he was brought back to Fengling Mountain by Qing Jingjun from the market. He has suffered a lot from snacks. If he has a brother, According to his character, he will certainly treat him well. How can he not mention this person?"

Wen Xuechen shook his head: "I have no clue about this matter. When he argued, they found me, and they broke up. Later, I asked who the person was, he said that it was from the same The acquaintance of the village is also surnamed Xu."

"Would it be?" Zhou Xian thoughtfully said, "Speaking, Master Xu is also a strange person. I only remember that he had just entered Fenglingshan for half a year, and he was promoted to the next seat of the quiet seat. Although Xu is now a stormy man However, due to his leapfrogging, he also made a lot of criticisms..."

Qing Jingjun’s behavior has always been informal, and all four are well known. However, Xu Xingzhi, who was 12 years old, was only a child in the city. He was only half a year old, and Qing Jingjun gave him the honor of the first person. Even now, it is too much. Hemiplegia loves a little more.

Zhou Beinan remained silent from the beginning, and did not respond to Zhou’s doubts.

Several people were worried about each other, and they heard an exclamation from the direction of the stage.

When they looked up, the body of Chengding had already broken through and dried up, and was smashed down by the wolf.

In the fifty-four strokes of the test, Xu Xingzhi did not use the "quick pen" to change what kind of tricks from the beginning to the end, even the fan has not started.

And he easily defeated with a folding fan, this year is the most promising to win the fourth top of the list.

In an amazement and the sound of the drums at the end of the game, Xu Xingzhi came down with a fan handle and looked at the top of the road that could not climb. He said: "Boy, Zhou Beinan, they love you, this rising star, weekdays. When you compare with you, is it mainly based on praise?"

He did not carelessly said: "Then I am going to say something ugly, listen to it: you have a strong offensive, but the defense is a mess, head, neck, waist, and everything is weak. If I have a killing for you, You have died more than a dozen times before."

Even if the loss is miserable, Cheng Dingwen’s words are still unsatisfactory.

Xu Xingzhi saw that he did not believe, just like a few treasures: "My first move can open your gun to attack your court; the sixth move can attack you wind pool; the seventh move can take the giant scorpion. I only said here, As for the intentions of the sixteenth, seventeenth, twenty-first, twenty-sixth, thirty-seventh, forty-fourth, forty-seventh, and fifty-two, you should go back and think about it. If you want to understand it, then you can practice it with peace of mind. go with."

Cheng Ding stunnedly, after the simple move of Xu Xingzhi’s slogan in the heart, the back rushed out of the cold sweat.

Xu Xingzhi touched the short hair of the repair: "You are a good seed, I am not willing to give you a waste, it is a pity." He paused, "...but don't take others too much in the future." Your words are true. They are also polite to you, you are still serious, stupid and not stupid. There is no capital madness, and I have a little bit in my heart."

After all, Xu Xingzhi stood up and glanced at the tail of the dress. He also flew a wave of eyes on the whereabouts of the female disciples, which led them to a burst of joy, each holding their faces and whispering.

Meng Zhongguang and Jiuzhi Lan, who are in the audience, are black.

Zhou Beinan saw the blue-and-white sorrow: "Which one is his own teacher and uncle? I should be a disciple of the Tianchuan disciples when I train."

Qu Chi smiled and played round: "He is right. It is said that he has always been like this. He is really sincere, and he will dial the top."

Zhou Beinan is watching Xu Xing's unhappy, biting his teeth: "...this flower peacock."

Probably because of the narrow roads of the family, in the afternoon, Xu Peacock took Zhou Beinan as an adversary.

The strength of the list, the strength is particularly important, luck is also indispensable. If someone has a good start, the players who have been drawn in a few battles are equal in strength to their own strength. In the steady and steady play, even if they encounter a person with superior strength in the later stage, they will have a chance to fight with one; if they are directly drawn to Xu Xingzhi or Qu Chi this person, that is, the blood mold, it is likely to directly interfere with the rhythm and mood of the late game.

And only one way to win in the end, in order to win the top of the list.

The first day of the game, the first game of Xu Bangzhi, I got to the top of the rising star. In the afternoon, I met Zhou Beinan, who knows his old rival very well. The luck is not bad.

However, Xu Xingzhi’s mood was not affected at all. When he first came to Taiwan, he greeted Zhou Beinan intimately: “Northern China, it’s really not seen in a day, like every three autumns.”

Zhou Beinan: "...rolling."

Xu Xingzhi is very skilled in porcelain: "We are so familiar, what is better than it. Or else you directly admit defeat, let's go down for a drink?"

Zhou Beinan can't wait to blow his head with a gun: "How can you not admit defeat?"

Xu Xingzhi turned the folding fan in the palm of his hand and said: "I will not lose."

Zhou Beinan’s biting muscles have been expanded to the outside: “...you are waiting for me. Tell you, this year’s fan of juggling is useless to me.”

Xu Xingzhi quickly said: "I will not change the trick this year."

Zhou Beinan: "Do you think I will believe you?"

Xu Xingzhi hit the back neck with a folding fan and smiled: "It doesn't change, who is a dog."

After all, he held the folding fan and bent down slightly to Zhoubei South Road: "Come on."

"You are changing the blade of the sword." Zhou Beinan said here, suddenly felt that it was not right, and the forehead was jumping out of two or three. "...What do you mean by Xu Xingzhi?! You must use this fan directly with me. Playing? Are you when I am Chengding?!"

Packing up the mood, sitting in the bottom of the battle, Cheng Ding felt that he had an arrow.

Xu Xingzhi is not fluent: "...is almost the same."

Qu Zhi, who was watching the war far away, said: "Why do you think so much in North and South? Every time you have to be mad, why bother to come."

Zhou Xian is not very nervous: "The more angry my brother is, the more calm he is. In the past few years, he has been studying guns, in order to beat Xu brothers. Xu Shixi is such a Menglang, it is too underestimated."

Wen Xuechen has different opinions.

He leaned on the edge of the wheelchair and squeezed his chin. He said: "...It’s not such a person. Qu Chi, you have to be careful, this year is probably the best for the top of the list."

"The top spot is just something outside of the body." Qu Chi laughed broadly. "No matter what you do, I just need to go all out and take it seriously."

After a quarter of an hour, Zhou Beinan’s gun was picked up by the “free pen” and flew straight into the side of the stadium.

Before he recalled the rifle, Xu Xingzhi’s wrist was as light as a swallow. He opened the fan, and the fan was taken to the Zhoubeinan throat. He was forced to fall to the ground, and the flying gun was also Xu Xingzhi’s left hand stopped and danced in the air, pointing to the south heart of Zhoubei.

The sound of the drums of the game was slamming.

Xu Xingzhi smiled: "Condition."

Xu Xingzhi did not use any tricks this time, so Zhou Beinan was defeated and convinced, but naturally he would not lightly exalt him: "Let you be a head. Hurry up and pull me up."

Xu Xingzhi was happy. He inserted the long gun from Zhou Beinan to the ground and stretched him to get up.

The two men collided with each other in a tacit and intimate manner.

Zhou Beinan proudly headed: "The next time you are lying on the ground, you are waiting. Wait for me."

Xu Xingzhi said: "The small string said this, I believe, you can forget it."

When this was the case, Xu Xingzhi was chased by Zhou Beinan with a gun. The scene was confusing until Guangfu Jun screamed, and the two talents ended up screaming and slamming their backs.

Xu Xingzhi's bad luck seems to have not ended.

Adhering to the rules of winning the first draw, Xu Xingzhi mixes and stirs in the signing, and draws a bamboo stick. He glances at the name on the head and narrows his eyes. He swayed at the Zhouxian string, not far away. Call: "Little String ~"

He is so vocal, Zhou Xian naturally understands who he has drawn in the next round. She laughed and waved her hand.

However, the disciples who watched the day's schedule could not help but give birth to a look.

Today, Xu Xingzhi first corresponds to the rising star of Tianchuan, and then to the Tianchuan Dagongzi. These two people are among the top players in the gambling, but Xu Xingzhi easily wins.

And in the next round, he got Zhou Xian as an opponent. This road is killing, it is a veritable **** hurricane.

Everyone thought in the same way, if Xu Xingzhi took another Rush in the next round, it would be really lively.

In addition, Xu Xingzhi is playing against Zhou Zhou, even when playing against Qu Chi, will he only use a fan like today?

If he can defeat these two people with only a folding fan, the next game will not have any obstacles for Xu Xingzhi.

If Xu Xingzhen really wins all the way, then the ratio of this list can go down in history. After all, no one in the previous days of the list is using a folding fan as a weapon to win the leader.

Those side-by-side disciples opened another gambling platter on the same day. The gambling was that when Xu Zhouzhi and Xu Xingzhi were compared, Xu Xingzhi would still use the folding fan to fight.

At the time when the gambling was in full swing, Xu Xingzhi sneaked out of the Fenglingshan disciples when he gathered for him, and returned to the East Hall of the Fenglingshan disciple.

He looked over from the window of the temple and found that Xu Pingsheng was sitting alone in the temple. He just walked to the door of the temple and explored his head and whispered: "Brother? Brother?"

Xu Pingsheng only looked up briefly for a moment, then he lowered his head and looked down. He looked cold and cold: "What?"

Xu Xingzhi came into the temple and took out a pack of oil paper from his arms: "I saw the mung bean cake that my elder brother loved on the table, and did not see the elder brother to the table, and secretly brought it to the elder brother."

Xu Ping did not raise his head: "That is your celebration feast. I am also out of place when I go there."

Listen to him saying that Xu Xingzhi is a bit stunned: "Brother..."

"I said, don't call my brother." Xu Pingsheng seems to be impatient. He put the pen on the celadon pen holder. "You are the first of Fenglingshan. I am just an intermediate disciple. I don't want to ask someone to mention me." I only know that I am the brother of Xu Xingzhi, but I am Xu Pingsheng."

Xu Xingzhi was hard to be trained to lift his head: "...there is only North South to know that he will help me hide it."

Xu Pingsheng is reluctant to continue this topic and re-submit: "If you have nothing, let's go first."

Xu Xingzhi sighed, put the mung bean cake on the side of the case, and saw Xu Pingsheng copying his concentration. He took a look at the neck and read the head: "Tai Shang Yuan Shi Tian Zun said the Northern Emperor Devil's Mantra" ......"

Xu Pingsheng’s shoulders were stiff and he hurriedly reached out and said, “Who told you to watch it?”

When Xu Xing was happy, he couldn’t help but reveal the same look of the child: "Brother, are you copying it for me?"

Xu Pingsheng didn't look over his face: "I copied it myself and cultivated myself."

Xu Xingzhi still eager to get a warm answer: "...but you know that I am learning my writing. You see, I used to write like this..."

Xu Pingsheng was so upset that he took a slip of bamboo slips and broke it in a ruthless manner. After he dropped his hands on the ground, he only walked out of the temple door wearing a single sock and threw one of Xu Xing in the temple.

Xu Xingzhi sat in the same place, I don’t know how long it took to stay, and then I reached out and took the roll of bamboo slips in my hands, rubbed them with my cuffs and slid them into my sleeves.

When he was about to get up, he felt that he had warmed himself and posted it without warning.

Holding him to sleep for a few years, who belongs to this embrace, Xu Xingzhi is already familiar with the heart.

He smiled and turned his face. It was as scornful and smiling as ever: "Hey, heavy light, how come out?"

Meng Chongguang hugged his back, arms clasped to his chest, and his attachment was a little distressed: "Senior, everyone is waiting for you."

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "Yes, I have been away for too long. Let's go, come back soon..."

Meng Zhongguang clung to him and did not move.

Xu Xingzhi: "...Heavy light?"

The shadow of the mountain outside the window was lying down, and the silk screen was left on the two people, and they all dyed the red enamel on the white clothes.

The author has something to say: After a long while, a soft thing falls in the hair of Xu Xing: "...nothing, the brothers don't care too much about the views of the brothers. The heavy light will be with you, always with you. I will not leave for a moment."

Xu Xingzhi lived.

He couldn't tell if he was kissing in his hair. The sly and petting touch made him suddenly stunned, and his face burned in loo.

He laughed twice and said: "Let's go. It will be cold if you don't leave the wine. When you come back at night, I have to copy the copy of the Guangfu Jun."