Chapter 36: Cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot (2)

Zheng Yuanshou laughed, and there is a saying that those who are close to red are red, while those who are close to ink are black.

What kind of person is he really and what kind of friends he makes. Zheng Yanqing invented the throat-cutting ceremony, and the use of sunlight is even more intense.

Turning his head and looking, Zheng Yanqing sat with his hands together, steady and stable.

He seemed to have no concerns about the showdown in the field, his eyes were closed and his expression was leisurely.

In fact, Yan Qing was so nervous that he was dying. He had repeatedly studied Zheng Yuanshou's temperament, and it seemed that there was only such a gap that could be opened. This person was not good at wealth and was not greedy for women. Although he was fame and fortune, it was not so easy to make him turn against him. Therefore, Zheng Yanqing decided to use the horn to make a gambling with Zheng Yuanshou...

Before this, he and Shen Guang had seen the horns of the Western Regions Crazy Lion many times.

Chen Guang said: "This guy is burly and powerful. He has superb horn skills, is cruel and ruthless, and is not easy to deal with."

"Brother Shen is not sure? If so, then we can only find another way."

"Who knows that I haven't beaten it before... But if I really compete, I may not lose to him."

"How sure?"

"It's open for five or five, you have to go to the corner field to see the result."

Yan Qing didn't want Chen Guang to participate in such a horn, but as time passed day by day, Chen Guang became really interested in this Western Regions mad lion. After much persuasion, he finally convinced Zheng Yanqing. Success or failure is here to fight.

This Western Regions mad lion is indeed very ferocious, like a crazy lion.

After the horns began, he launched fierce attacks on Shen Guang. In front of him, Shen Guang was like a flexible monkey, flashing continuously to avoid the attack of the Western Regions mad lion.

Zheng Yuanshou laughed and said, "Just relying on evasion, you can't beat the lion."

Zheng Yanqing said calmly: "No matter how fierce a beast is, it cannot beat a smart hunter. General, your lion is indeed good, but I guess it is a little worse to defeat my elder brother."

"Little guy, it's useless to show his verbal benefits. On the angular field, it's about strength."

Zheng Yanqing and Zheng Yuanshou were verbal in the private room, but Shen Guang was facing a huge crisis in the corner field.

As he said, this lion has extremely superb horn skills and solid basic skills.

The size seemed huge, but it was not lacking in agility. On several occasions, he was almost caught by the Western Regions Mad Lion. After several attacks failed, the Western Regions Mad Lion became a little anxious. He roared from time to time, as if he was sarcastic about Chen Guang, and did not dare to compete with him face to face. Both of them were sweating, and their actions became faster and faster and more fierce.

Suddenly, after a tiger pounced on the Western Regions, his feet became soft.

I don’t know if the land was fluffy or after a series of attacks failed, I felt anxious and angry, and almost fell to the ground. His mistake immediately revealed a huge flaw. Shen Guang’s eyes lit up, so he soared into the air and rushed towards the lion of the Western Regions.

Seeing that he was about to arrive in front of the lions of the Western Regions, Chen Guang accidentally discovered that the black lion actually showed a strange smile.

not good!

Chen Guang's heart skipped a beat and knew that he had been fooled.

But before he could react, the Western Region lion turned around, spread his legs apart, lowered his center of gravity, and leaned forward.

“Yes…”

Maybe he wanted to say 'death', but the mouth was not straightforward enough, but it changed its taste.

This was originally quite interesting, but Chen Guang couldn't laugh. I saw a tiger pounce on the Western Regions, and his big hand like a palm fan opened and pushed it flat. There is a saying in the corners, called the pushing mountain palm. It is said that most people who practice the corners can use this trick. The Western Regions Mad Lion even practiced this most basic movement to perfection.

He pushes against the thick wall every day, and can instantly exit the Eighteen Palms and push the wall into ruins.

If he pushed him on a person, his bones would be broken at the least, his tendons would be broken, and he would vomit blood and die. Chen Guang observed that he had fought for more than 20 years and died at the Western Regions Crazy Lion, the clumsy lion, who was under the palm of the mountain. Basically, his use of this move means that the end of the horn.

Shen Guang's feet stopped the impact, and his arms were blocked out with luck.

There was only a sound of a buzz in his ear, but in this moment, more than a dozen sledgehammers seemed to hit Shen Guang's arm. If Shen Guang had not reached the peak of Yi Bone, his bones were extremely strong. In addition, he took eleven steps backwards and resolved the power of the mountain pushing palm. Even so, his arms seemed to have lost consciousness and could no longer use any strength.

Although there was no fracture, Chen Guang knew that his arm was seriously injured and it was difficult to exert strength.

He bared his teeth and stood firm, staring at the Western Region lion with his eyes alert. Although the Western Region lion was also surprised by Chen Guang's strength after this round of attacks, he couldn't help but roar, clenched his fists with both hands, slammed his chest, making a beast-like sound.

"Little guy, it looks like the outcome is decided."

Zheng Yuanshou laughed loudly and turned his head to say to Zheng Yanqing.

Zheng Yanqing still looked like an old monk entering into meditation. But just now, the moment when Shen Guang was trapped, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Since it's a dead end, life and death are not seen, and the outcome is difficult to decide."

"Hahaha, I like your temperament, he's so stubborn. But I see when you can be stubborn."

Zheng Yuanshou said as he stood up and roared loudly: "Lion, kill him."

The Western Regions Crazy Lion roared, which means: I understand...

Without waiting for Chen Guang to recover, he rushed forward again. Chen Guang's eyes turned around and suddenly turned around and ran away.

"Boy, running is useless. If you have the guts, you will fight for life and death with the lion."

Zheng Yuanshou danced and roared non-stop.

At this time, Yan Qing also opened his eyes and stared at the changes in the corner field nervously. Shen Guang ran like flying. Seeing that there was a high wall in front of him, he did not turn around and continued to run wildly. The lions in the Western Regions chased each other and roared continuously. The moment Shen Guang was about to hit the high wall, he suddenly stepped into the air, stepped on the high wall with his feet, running upwards, as if walking on the flat ground.

The lions in the Western Regions could not hold back and hit the wall with a sound of puff.

That is, the moment he hit the high wall, Chen Guang flipped backwards, raised his knee and hit the cervical vertebra of the Western Region lion. The human cervical vertebra is a vital point. Chen Guang's knee can be said to have used all his strength. The Western Region lion screamed, hitting the high wall with a fluffy head again, and then turned over and fell to the ground.

Chen Guang jumped high and knelt down.

Zheng Yuanshou couldn't help but exclaim behind the railing.

Before his cry could stop, the Western Region lion screamed again. Shen Guang knelt down, one knee pressing against the neck of the Western Regional Mad Lion, while the other knee hit the temple of the Western Regional Mad Lion.

After two strikes, the lions in the Western Regions were silent.

Blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and the temple part was even more crushed.

A bunch of yellow, white and thick liquid merged with blood and penetrated the ground.

For a moment, around the corner field, there was a silence...

Chen Guang's knees were also rotten, and his arms were so painful that he could hardly lift them up. He stood up slowly and looked up at the private room.

Zheng Yanqing also got up at this time and walked to Zheng Yuanshou's side.

"General, you lost!"

Zheng Yuanshou's face was ashen and ugly.

A series of changes in the corner field were dazzling and dazzling. He was not the one who could not afford to lose, but he raised his thumbs up at Shen Guang who was still standing stubbornly in the corner field.

"Little guy, I lost!"

"Since that's the case, that nephew said goodbye."

"good!"

After Zheng Yuanshou and Yan Qing finished a simple conversation, Yan Qing turned around and walked out of the private room.

"Boy, then your prize... But I'll say first that I will take action at critical moments. But if you can't even maintain balance, even if I take action, it will be useless... Haha, you friend, very good!"

"Thank you uncle for your praise!"

Zheng Yanqing picked up the dragon ring, opened the door, and walked away.

He wanted to visit Chen Guang quickly, and then take Chen Guang to heal the wound. It can be seen that the injuries on Chen Guang's arm are not light.

At the same time, his heart was filled with joy.

After getting Zheng Yuanshou, he also increased his chances of winning a little.

The next day, it rained continuously.

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and this is a good time to worship ancestors.

The moment Zheng Yanqing followed Zheng Shi'an and others and appeared in the ancestral temple after Zheng Renji, it attracted the attention of many people.

This only variable in Anyuantang finally appeared!

But was he a little late? He was about to start worshiping his ancestors at the moment, and he could no longer make any more money.

Sacrifice to ancestors was an extremely important thing for the ancients.

Yan Qing followed everyone and finished the sacrifice in the ancestral temple, and immediately withdrew from the ancestral temple.

Zheng Renji, Zheng Shanyuan and others stayed in the ancestral temple. At this time, Zheng Wei, the leader of the Zheng clan from the south, appeared outside the ancestral temple with his clan members. They read out the oath of returning to the clan and worshiped the ancestors of the Zheng clan in the ancestral temple.

Zheng Shanyuan announced that two people in Zheng's family would enter the clan elders' meeting in the south.

Afterwards, the ancestral temple was closed, and members of the clan elders stayed in the ancestral temple to discuss the most important things next.

"Brother Yanqing, Daddy will be fine, right?"

Zheng Hongyi held Yan Qing's hand and asked nervously.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zheng won't have anything to do. If you are worried, we will wait here, and I believe there will be a result soon."

Zheng Hongyi nodded in a daze and came to the market closest to the ancestral temple with Zheng Yanqing to sit down.

Not only them, but also the people of various families, are concentrated in the market. Everyone knows that a game is taking place in the ancestral temple. After this game is over, no matter who loses and who wins, the Zheng family will face huge changes.

"Brother Zheng, the reason for the Zheng family to return to the southern ancestor is the most solemn thing for my Zheng family since the southern transition of the Western Jin Dynasty."

Zheng Shanyuan was wearing gorgeous clothes and sat upright in the main seat.
To be continued...