"It is better to choose a day than to meet the day! Since the teacher is happy, why not be as good as you and me? How about it here?"

Lin Chong's act of taking the initiative to invite the battle was aggravated by Su Ding, who was in his heart. You must know that this leopard head is famously humble and polite in Liangshan. He has never heard of him having taken the initiative to challenge others. Now he is speaking out of normal way, but he is afraid he is calling... he has seen some flaws!?

However, unlike Su Ding, who was cautious, Shi Wengong was an arrogant person after all. He didn't ask for sophistry to pass the situation. At this time, he just sighed, as if he had accepted Lin Chong's challenge. At this moment, he no longer cared about anything. In front of everyone, he suddenly shook the white wax pole on his hand.

Shi Wengong did this not to strengthen his own momentum or attack.

It is important to know that every ash rod has its own unique inner patterns. Shi Wengong has just started to use this rod. He is not sure about the "temperature" of the treasure in his hand, so he has to take advantage of the short space before the duel to race against time to sense the frequency and strength of the rod when it swings.

When Lin Chong saw Shi Wengong's actions, he had neither movement nor urged him, but just waited quietly for his opponent to train his gun. At this time, the "audiences" around him were not lonely, because Shi Wengong danced the pole so powerfully, which was very beautiful, much better than the ones selling on the street.

However, the layman was watching the excitement, while the expert looked at the trick. Du Xing, who could barely be considered a member of the sect, became more and more heartbroken as the more he looked at it. He thought, "The stick is afraid of nodding and the gun is afraid of rounding." It was originally a top master like Shi Wengong. Seeing him use the tip of the pole straight into a circle, as if he could attack from an unexpected angle as he wished. Because the pole was soft, he could not bear it as a opponent, otherwise the person would only have to turn the snatch. Without any effort, the bent pole bounced back again. In the flash of lightning, the spear head was another killing move. If he continued to fight like this, it would be more and more desperate. How could the opponent suffer? No wonder the owner of the manor told him to avoid him when he met such a person.

Seeing this, Du Xing looked at Lin Chong worriedly beside him, and saw that he was calm and calm, closing his eyes to rest, and could not see any abnormalities. His ears were slightly moved, as if he was listening carefully. If Du Xing had not been close to him, he would definitely not have noticed this slight movement.

Less than a stick of incense, Shi Wengong had already put away the pole and clasped his fists at Lin Chong and said, "Take it!"

"You're welcome. I'll let me listen to you!" Lin Chong bowed and replied.

When they heard Lin Chong's statement, the crowd around them were very surprised. They clearly "looked" with their eyes and played with their poles, but Teacher Lin said "listening" with their ears. It was really strange. Is it destined that masters are so extraordinary?

However, at this time, Shi Wengong's cold face suddenly became more vivid. He said, "The coach is a real person, but when I fight with you, I will not follow the routine like this!"

Lin Chong said, smiling. Shi Wengong's face had been tense for a long time, and suddenly he laughed. As he looked at each other, a sense of mutual appreciation emerged from both of them.

"Be careful!"

Shi Wengong didn't wait for the tip of the rod to stop trembling, and he tried harder. After the ash rod was subjected to force, he shook more happily. Seeing this, Lin Chong also spun the pole in his hand and met the strong enemy, but when he heard a crisp "pop" sound, the two of them fought each other and fought to the same place.

After several rounds, the two men's playing style shocked the audience. It turned out that these two masters of the world's shooting skills were fighting, and they looked fast, and they were still fierce, but they were not good at all. It was not your pole to me, but my pole also entangled you. The two poles were always twisted together, which was like Shi Wengong, who used the pole to open and close, and the tiger was powerful, and like a long snake spitting out a letter, which was so beautiful.

Why are the movements of these two people so similar? Could it be that a master taught them? Du Xing came to Li Ying with questions, and saw that in the gradually cooler weather, Li Ying was sweating constantly between his forehead. Du Xing said, "Master, why is Shi Wengong's move so similar to Teacher Lin?"

Li Yingzheng was so focused that Du Xing didn't notice it when he came. He was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly turned around and said:

"There is no one who looks like anyone else. When playing with a white wax pole, it looks like thousands of plum blossoms, and there are thousands of moves, but there is no way to stop, take, or slap three moves. Whether these two people attack or defense, any move is transformed from these three moves, so it is normal to watch them use guns to make a look!"

Du Xing suddenly realized and sighed: "Their attacks are connected to defenses in this move, and they are defending with attacks. Their own perceptions and the characteristics of the pole are all kinds of changes, which is a trick that is hard and hard and long spears cannot reach! Master, how can you not leave a good pole for yourself to use?"

Li Ying laughed at himself and sighed: "The gun that Yueshang Nian Dao will last forever. This gun refers to the white wax guns in the hands of the two coaches in front of me. My iron-spot steel gun is, because it is a hard rod, so it should be classified as a spear and a spear! At this time, you asked me to practice the white wax rod again, and I'm afraid it would be too late!"

Seeing that Du Xing brought out his master's self-deprecating words, he couldn't help but scratch his head. Seeing this, Li Ying said, "This fierce battle cannot be seen by just wanting to see it! If you look carefully, life and death on the field are only a moment! Although these two people have no gun tips on their poles, a slight negligence must be a bloody hole!"

Du Xing nodded quickly and did not dare to say anything. Only Li Ying looked at the two masters in front of him and felt a fire burning in his chest. He didn't say anything in his heart. Since Du Xing asked him to bring out his conversation, he just said it was refreshing:

"The soft gun is mostly used to cooperate with the ash wax rod in your hand that can accumulate strength, so the word "listen" is the most important thing. When a master listens to the strength, he can not only hear his own pole, but also his opponent's pole, so he can predict that the enemy is ahead. Look at their pole entangled, although it is not as good as a big opening and closing, once one side moves, the other side will definitely hear it in advance. Many killer moves that seem plain but are deadly, are all the moves that are hidden by the opponent when they are just used. Both of them want to try their best to remove the force on the opponent's pole. In the end, once whose pole is no longer shocked, the outcome of this game will be decided!"

When Du Xing heard what Li Ying said, and in light of the fierce fighting situation on the field, he felt that it was really the case. He was about to slap the high-highlights when he suddenly saw something light floating out of Shi Wengong. At this time, Shi Wengong was fighting with Lin Chong in a life-and-death manner, and he didn't notice such a weightless thing leaking from his body. However, this scene scared Su Ding on the side... It was a life-and-death note. Isn't this the note connected to the government? If it was without any evidence, it would be terrible. When Liangshan asked to take the black and white words, it would be miserable.

Seeing that Su Ding was still moving, Li Ying had already taken the flying knife in his hand to prevent the man from taking risks. At this moment, Lin Chong and the gun were united, and with the power of the pole, he suddenly used a killer move. At the moment when he forced Shi Wengong to retreat, he jumped back and jumped out of the circle, praising, "What a magic gun, Shi Wengong!"

Unexpectedly, Lin Chong took the risk of withdrawing from the circle. As long as Shi Wengong catches up, he will definitely gain a advantage, but he did not do so. Because Shi Wengong did his best, he did not feel the upper hand. He was just prepared to spend the whole battle with his opponent. Since the opponent retreated, Shi Wengong had no reason to advance. At this time, he heard Lin Chong speak out, and he asked, "The 800,000 imperial guards coaches are well-deserved! Since you have not been at a disadvantage, why don't you compete?"

"You can hear my power, and I can also hear your power. I know where your gun is pointed. You also know where my gun is stabbed. If you continue to fight like this, you will win all by luck. Except for the struggle between life and death, I usually don't compare luck with others!"

In fact, Lin Chong didn't say everything. There was another endurance factor in winning, but Lin Chong was used to being modest, so he didn't mention this. As we all know, coach Lin likes to "drag" for dozens or even hundreds of rounds. If he has poor endurance, there are only a few people in Liangshan who have good endurance.

"How can you catch me if you don't want to compare luck?" Shi Wengong suddenly laughed. He said this without any anger, but instead he was teasing an old friend who had not seen him for many years. There are only two people in this world who can make him feel guilty about shooting skills. After this medium-level confrontation of about 40 or 50 rounds, Lin Chong has already joined the ranks.

"Since I talk about the word "catching", I actually hope to be friends with Teacher Shi!" Lin Chong also smiled and said.

Shi Wengong sighed, and saw Li Ying flying knife in his hand from the corner of his eyes. The soldiers in charge of the guards were as if they were facing a great enemy. They looked back at Su Ding, Shi Wengong suddenly threw the pole in his hand towards Lin Chong. Everyone was surprised by Shi Wengong's behavior of abandoning his weapons. However, Lin Chong's reaction next made everyone unable to stop. He suddenly picked up the pole, and the white wax pole thrown by the other party bounced back to its original place. Shi Wengong steadily caught him. He was surprised: "Do you want to be lucky again?"

"I can still make the decision of a pole. Since it is destined to be with you, I will give it to you!" Lin Chong said with a smile.

Shi Wengong held the pole that had not been returned, and felt mixed feelings in his heart. Looking at Lin Chong who turned around and walked away, he shouted at the prisoners, "Everyone goes back to the mountain!"

Seeing Lin rushed away, these people didn't pay attention to the note. They immediately moved to that place with a lucky heart. Seeing that they could be taken into their hands with a bent over, they suddenly heard a sharp blade breaking through the air, and a flying knife was inserted into the note, and the tail of the knife was still trembling slightly. Su Ding was stunned when he saw this and did not dare to act rashly.

"If you lose something, you can pick it up. But if you choose the wrong one, it will not be so easy to turn back!"

The flying knife was lost by Li Ying, and the words were also said by Li Ying. After he finished speaking, he stepped forward to take the flying knife. However, Li Ying's hand hesitated for a moment, and finally did not take it away. He just looked at Su Ding meaningfully. Su Ding avoided Li Ying's gaze and burned his proud cheeks red for the act of grabbing the note and escaping the penis. (To be continued)

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