Chapter 28 Choice

The Master of Qingtan showed his excellent light skills, and Shi Cundao slapped him and said, "What a pity!"

The Qingtan Master paused and said, "What do you want to say?"

Shi Cundao said: "You are in a state of late swordsman at such a young age, but unfortunately you don't take the right path."

I laughed and said, "Is this called being young?"

Shi Chi said solemnly: "It is indeed rare to be promoted to the late stage of the Sword Master at the age of less than 60. This person has great hope of being promoted to the Sword Saint, but I don't know why such a talent is willing to serve Wei Wuji."

After hearing Shi Cundao's words, the Qingtan Master still said expressionlessly: "The right way is not up to Marshal Shi's final decision. You should make a move."

"Okay, look at the fist!" Shi Cundao knew that it was useless to say more. He waved his left fist and pressed the face of the Qingtan Master. His right fist was hidden at the waist, forming an angle between the two fists, like a fork. If the other party took it forward, he had to pay attention to the virtual moves of the right fist. It was an extremely old and very spicy move. Shi Cundao saw that the Qingtan Master was good at light skills, so he moved the word "skill" as soon as he started.

However, he punched him, and the Qingtan Master's body quickly passed by, and came to the right back of Shi Cundao. Shi Cundao was slightly surprised but not panicked, and his right elbow hit back. It was not difficult for the Qingtan Master to sneak attack and dodge it. Unexpectedly, he not only did not retreat, but instead put his hands on Shi Cundao's arm. Using it as a lever, his body swung and floated to the front of Shi Cundao. Two slender claws turned into countless phantoms and grabbed Shi Cundao three ways. He heard the sound of the two of them, one was in the air and the other was on the ground.

In the moment of lightning, more than a dozen palms were met. The Qingtan Master had no power to leverage, and his strength was not as strong as Shi Cundao. The last palm was snatched away by Shi Cundao. Seeing that he was about to be shot down by Shi Cundao, at the critical moment, his body suddenly swung back without warning and floated out like a feather. Seeing that the enemy was about to escape, Shi Cundao turned his right hand into his arms from his palm, and finally, it was less than half an inch away from the Qingtan Master's clothes, so he escaped. Everyone was shocked when they saw that he had practiced his light skills to such a state of nothingness.

Shi Cundao did not wait for his opponent to land and flew forward, and took a stroke to the palm of his palm. The Qingtan Master used the same trick again, but this time he raised his body half a foot in the air. Shi Cundao used his moves to the old man, and used his strength to jump away from him. Shi Cundao saw that the opponent's strength was a weak point and followed his progress to pounce on him. The Qingtan Master saw that he was coming fiercely, and his body slid to the side and back of Shi Cundao. Shi Cundao saw that others were halfway through, so he reached out to grab it. The Qingtan Master shrank and ran away for him again.

The two of them played the game of catching the eagle chickens on the field. However, at first, Shi Cundao wanted to catch the other party, but the Qingtan master always sneaked into his rear like a track, but later he couldn't tell who was catching whom. Seeing that his speed was still not as fast as his opponent, Shi Cundao let him attack and fought with him with his elbow and back palm. He saw a thin figure flying around him, and he made a few moves from time to time, and then separated, just like a calm old cat biting agile with a smart kite. The old cat could not catch the kite, and the kite could not seriously hurt the old cat. The two of them looked extremely good on the surface, but in fact they were already in anxiety.

The three-color stone man stood on the wall and kept pointing and joking, as if the back garden of the Shi family was their own territory. Wei Wuji looked at it for a while and yawned a long time. The two people on the field were fighting each other's lives, which seemed very boring to him. The Qingtan Lord seemed to notice his master's dissatisfaction and flew around Shi Cundao even harder.

I couldn't help but ask Schi beside me: "Dad, who can win in the end?"

Shi Chi frowned and said, "I can't see it now. If you keep fighting like this, your grandfather will win or lose as long as he doesn't make mistakes, but..." He glanced at the opposite side and didn't say anything later. But I understood his concern. The Master of Qingtan is only one of the many masters of the Three-Color Stones, and Shi Cundao is the only pillar of our side. At the age of 80, even if he won this time, the fight behind him was powerless, and the situation was almost overwhelming toward Wei Wuji.

I comforted him and said, "Don't worry, as long as grandpa wins this game, I will do what's next..."

Before he finished speaking, Schi suddenly exclaimed: "Not good!"

It turned out that the Qingtan Master launched a rapid attack. Shi Cundao was not as flexible as the opponent when facing the enemy on the back. He turned his elbow and attacked the air. He ate the Qingtan Master's palm on his shoulder. Shi Cundao bent his waist and coughed loudly, but when I saw his expression flashing, he twisted his back and sank his waist, he smiled and said, "Grandpa is just afraid he will cheat."

The Qingtan Master saw that the enemy seemed to be seriously injured, and his body fell steady. He rushed to Shi Cundao's heart. Amid the screams of Shi Chi and others, Shi Cundao suddenly turned around and shouted. The Qingtan Master saw that he was majestic and understood that it was too late to hit the clock. The two of them were breathing. Although he had retreated two feet away, Shi Cundao's palm had been printed on his chest. The Qingtan Master was beaten so hard that he flew out. Shi Cundao's figure shook and then came first. Another palm hit him under his ribs. The Qingtan Master's blood was gushing and he could no longer dodge. Shi Cundao grabbed his neck and lifted him in his hand.

He paused and said, "I won't kill you, go and report to your master!" He raised his hand and threw the Qingtan Lord towards the wall. The Qingtan Lord struggled hard in the air to fly to the wall, but he lost control when he was seriously injured and weak. He was about to fall to the ground. He poked out a foot to hook the wall brick and hung upside down like a bat. The three-color stone people saw it, but no one of them helped. In the end, the Qingtan Lord struggled to get on the wall and bowed to Wei Wuji shakingly and said, "I am incompetent, the gang leader forgives the crime." He said, and vomited two more mouthfuls of blood.

Wei Wuji didn't look at him at all and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Marshal Shi, once you win this battle, you Shi's family finally don't have to be the last one."

Shi Cundao said angrily: "Fuck! I'll clean up you up!" His chest was ups and downs, and anyone could tell that the old man was at the end of his strength. Not to mention Wei Wuji, anyone with the Three-Color Stone could defeat him.

Wei Wuji said coldly, "Since you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being polite!" As he said that, he stretched out his hands, and no one knew what he was going to do. However, I heard two "whistle" beside me, and Stilzi and Stilzi flew towards Wei Wuji like they were tied with an invisible rope.

At first, no one in the pavilion thought about the meaning of Wei Wuji's action. When they were shocked, Shi Diqi and Shi Dizhou had been lifted by Wei Wuji with one hand and held the collar on the wall. Schi and Shi Du were shocked, and Shi Fei was even more scared. Everyone was surprised that Shi Dizhou was captured, and that Wei Wuji could use the skill of taking objects from the air so well. Shi Fei raised his hand in a daze, but couldn't say a word.

Wei Wuji proudly said to Shi Cun: "Marrior Shi, you won my game. As agreed, I will spare your life alone in the Shi family. But now I have two grandsons on my hands. Whoever wants to live or die depends on your choice." He pressed his hands on the heads of Stilzi and Stilzhou respectively. The two brothers looked exactly the same, with a shocked and angry expression, but they could not resist at all.

Shi Cundao's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. How could he say that if he had to choose between his two grandsons at this moment?

Wei Wuji saw Shi Cundao for a long time and said slowly: "Master Marshal, I can't wait any longer if you hesitate. Do you want the boy on the left to survive?"

"No..." As soon as these two words were expressed, Shi Cundao knew that he had made a mistake.

Wei Wuji smiled and said, "Then are you going to live on the kid on the right?"

Shi Cundao was furious and roared: "If you have the surname Wei, you can come down and fight to the death with me. What's the ability to bully the younger generation?"

Wei Wuji laughed and said, "Are you qualified to say this? Your two grandchildren are in my hands. If you don't speak again, I will kill you. It will be your three sons and other grandchildren in a while. If you are smart, you can understand them as soon as possible so as not to be beaten up in the end and not be left with one!"

At this time, Stilau on the left hand of Wei Wuji shouted: "Wei Wuji, if you are brave enough, you will kill me!"

Stichi said anxiously: "If you want to kill me, don't touch my brother!"

The more they pushed Wei Wuji, the more proud they were, and said Lei Ran: "Master Shi, if you don't speak, I'm going to do it."

Stilwell suddenly shouted: "Shut the third and fourth brothers shut up, why bother begging him in a low voice? It's just a death. You two will take a step first, and the second brother will come to accompany you later!"

Stilzi Shidizhou was shocked when he heard this, and exchanged glances with each other and said in unison: "Second brother is right, please kill us if you have the surname Wei!"

Wei Wuji glanced at Stilwell and said, "What a sharp-tongued puppy, I'll deal with you later!" He turned to Shi Cundao and said, "Master Shi, I'll count one, two, three, if you don't express your opinion, I'll really kill two of you together, one--"

Shi Cundao's eyes were blood red, his teeth were chewing, and Wei Wuji spoke in a long voice: "Two."

Stilwell said loudly again: "Grandfather, don't hesitate. Will you really let us go if you say the surname Wei? Our Shi family members died here together, and we are not lonely on the road to the underworld."

Shi Cundao said in a stern voice: "No, I didn't expect that my realm was not as high as my grandson." He said desolately, "I, Shi Cundao, have been a hero for a lifetime, but in the end I fell into the hands of a little girl. God won't bless my good man!" He understood that he and Wei Wuji's kung fu were too far apart. In this case, he could only bring shame to himself, so he had to turn his head aside.

Stilwell looked at me and said, "You don't run away, do you regret it now?"

I said laughing and crying: "Why are you always targeting me?"

At this time, Wei Wuji shouted loudly: "Three! Then I'm not polite!" As soon as he finished speaking, his palms slapped at Stilzi and Stilzi. Shi Cundao closed his eyes, but I quickly stretched out my hands, and shouted loudly: "Come back!" With the shouting, Stilzi and Stilzi flew back to the pavilion like two bounced back balls. The two of them were originally closed and waited for a long time without any movement. They slowly opened their eyes and saw me looking at them with a smile, and couldn't help but look at each other.
Chapter completed!