Chapter 321: Don't cry, Gongsundu

"It's annoying to see you, I really hope to meet you early and drive you off the ring."
"Don’t think that you win me once is a victory. I am backed by the guru family. The background is deeper than you think. I can step up to seniors, experts, masters, and even become guru, and you can only be me. Step on your feet."
The lunch break was very full. The last few games took place in the afternoon, and Gongsundu was buzzing again.
To be honest, Xu Zhi and this child have no great hatred. He avenged his grandfather, but he couldn't bear Gongsundu to hate Xu Zhi.
It seemed a bit rude to see the two of them without putting two harsh words.
"May your mouth be as strong as your hands and feet, not just playing in front of me."
"Relax, I will..."
"Xu Zhi, you and the little thief's grandson.
Wang Xing, the big-headed king, came arrogantly and interrupted the grim words that Gongsun Du needed to come up with for a moment.
The grandson of the little thief?
Gongsun Du shook his head, when did he become a thief.
"Specially, I'll go to your big-head son."
"Long crooked melon, jujube, rat's eye, sharp-billed monkey gill, hanger Langdang, people don't look like people, ghosts don't look like ghosts, grimace, you say you're not a thief who believes."
Compared with the two poor people who talk poorly, Wang Zhongwang's mouth can be more profitable, and a series of words blurted out.
"There are such brazen people in the world..."
Gongsun Du pointed to Wang Zhongwang, and his words were all a bit broken. Doesn't anyone who is handsome is ugly?
"I'm waiting for you in the ring, hum!"
Xu Zhi ignored him and slowly swallowed the food. Before playing the last few games, he had to be fully prepared.
Fighting with Gongsun is to advance to the quarter-finals and then to the quarter-finals. The chance of meeting Gu Yuxi is increasing. It is not troublesome to play Gongsundu. The trouble is to fight Gu Yuxi.
In the knockout, no matter he or Gu Yuxi, it is a pity who is eliminated, just like the peak of the business, obviously has a further level of strength, and was beaten down.
"Ho ho, finally waiting for you."
Above the ring, Gongsun's enthusiasm was not only for some kind of hatred, but for him, losing was also a shame. Everything must be won.
Older than him, cultivated deeper, understandably lose, and can catch up later, but younger than himself, and even won by some kind of mess, Gongsun Du's breath was a bit suffocating.
For more than three months, he practiced day after day, even though the school rarely went, in order to fight for this tone at the Provincial Games.
Wash away the shame that was lost that day.
"Remember my title?"
"A sword flying fairy?"
"Yes, yes," Xu Zhi was very happy, but this was his first nickname. Gongsun Du remembered it clearly. This is the reputation of Jianghu.
"But you used a stick."
Gongsun Du said shamelessly that he had a sword in his hand and had a longing grudge against Xu Zhi. Not to mention this nickname, it was the set of Fudge Boxing that hit him that day, and it was like a new memory.
In addition to the five-step cotton palm, the kung fu on hand, as well as the swordsmanship inherited from the Gongsun family, was instructed by Gongsun Kang for three months. Now he is proficient in swordsmanship, and swordsmanship has become his first killing compared to the kung fu of fists, legs and palms. Surgery.
"I won't give you any chance." Gongsun Du set his heart on it, and it would be enough to lose money once.
Must take the lead.
Swordsmanship is brisk, agile, chic, and elegant. The moment when Gongsun Du brandished his sword, he actually brought out a certain sense of beauty, which made Xu Zhi surprised.
The stick method is like a demon king, Xu Zhi's moves are only offensive, stick, attackable, and defensive, but to defeat the enemy, only attack.
In addition, Gongsundu's swordsmanship is also the reason why Xu Zhi had to take the initiative to attack. Compared with his fragile cudgel technique, Gongsundu's swordsmanship obviously surpassed him a lot.
Backed by a master to hone, the great progress is not comparable to Xu Zhi.
Moreover, Gongsundu's own high qualifications and fast practice speed are within Xu Zhi's estimation.
"Just, my stick, can you catch a trick?"
Xu Zhi waved his stick and pressed the Quartet.
Skills can be honed, killing can be enhanced, but it can not be achieved overnight, or the strength maintained by self-practice Qi can not be achieved overnight. Xu Zhi’s stick is very heavy and very heavy.
The old man used this weapon only in advanced cultivators. At the level of basic cultivators, few people even moved.
What was Shang Gao's feeling at the time, Gongsun Du now has a profound experience, he is making rapid progress, and Xu Zhi is not standing still.
"Beat the left chest"
"Beat right chest"
"Beat right chest"
"Beat the left chest"
...
Xu Zhi murmured a word, which made Gongsun Du irritable, and there was some confusion in swordsmanship. This was fooling the stick there.
Thinking of the chest that was beaten into a b-cup last time, Gongsun Du was heartbroken.
"Eighteen Style Cloak"
He took a sip, and the blue steel sword beheaded instantly. This was a great trick of Gongsun's swordsmanship. Gongsun Kang used this swordsmanship to harvest the heads of many senior practitioners.
He couldn’t compare with his grandfather Sun Kang. This set of swordsmanship is not yet complete and has many flaws. However, compared with ordinary swordsmanship, the 18-style chaos cloak is more powerful. It is used to fight Xu Zhi, who is also a basic practitioner. enough.
For the first time, Xu Zhi saw the sword shadow of the hacking and killing, Gongsundu's sword was biased or slanted or straight or vertical. Keep straight with Xu.
With a heart lie, Xu Zhi was beaten up and down. The martial arts of these family children are all amazing, and the basic combat skills are not enough to fully cope.
Several times, Gongsundu's Qingsteel sword had to cut Xu Zhi's hands.
"If you want me to stick away from your hand, then I will give you away."
Xu Zhi suddenly pushed out the stick, hands away from the stick, and punched in the past.
One hundred and thirty-eight kilograms of iron rods made a whistling wind and rushed to Gongsundu.
"Iron Bridge..."
Gongsun Du instantly bent over and bent over to avoid the sudden stick-throwing attack. The iron rod was too heavy and too heavy. Only dodge was the best way to deal with it.
"Iron Uncle"
Xu Zhi closed his fist, kicked his leg, and kicked it in the crotch of his grandson who had bent into an arch.
"Ah... lying trough~"
Seems to hear the wailing of the chicken.
The figure shattered into pieces, and the virtual sensor forcibly removed the sensor from Gongsun Du on the other side of the battlefield, and howled on the ground.
The voice was terrible.
Xu Zhi touched his nose. The foot he just made was really awful.
The virtual pain on the battlefield is very low, less than one-thousandth of the normal damage. Broken hands and arms or even broken heads, the pain is not so strong, especially the broken head, just a tingling pain passed, like broken The hand or something was paralyzed at first, and it felt painful after a while.
It is said that there is a certain definition in medicine. The pain is divided into twelve levels. The highest level is the pain caused by female childbirth, such as appendicitis and other visceral pains, followed by broken fingers and toes.
Xu Zhi is not sure whether this division is completely correct. No one can go to the experiment to experience the whole pain. The senses of people are different, and some pains can not be compared.
According to some more uninvestigable estimates, the pain of a man’s egg being broken is more than a thousand times that of a woman’s delivery.
Xu Zhi's wailing to Gongsun Du suddenly understood, and what he suffered was probably the pain of a childbirth.
Don't cry, Gongsundu, stand up and pour.
Looking at Gongsun Du, who had tears involuntarily, Xu Zhi cast an encouraging look.