Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 44: 1 shot

As the saying goes, the wrath of the emperor, a million corpses, bleed for thousands of miles. The wrath of the scholar, the comet hit the moon, and the white rainbow pierced the sun. The fury of the commoner, without a crown, grabs the ground with his head and bleeds for five steps.

What about the woman's fury?

It must be hysterical, without any reason, scolding if you can't say it, or hitting if you can't scold it.

"Should you shamelessly rob someone else's man?"

"Yunhai doesn't know you at all, so he is affectionate!"

"We were childhood sweethearts, two little no guesses, if it weren't for you as a vixen, how could he have become the way he is now."

"I think you are jealous, jealous that I am more beautiful than you, understand a man's heart better than you, and jealous of this Xiuhe in me."

"Yeah!"

"Hmph, with your quality, it's no wonder Yunhai doesn't like it. I don't think anyone wants to post it."

"You are playing with fire, I warn you, it is best to leave now, or you will regret it."

"Joke, I have never regretted Lin Meier since I was born."

Two women, for the sake of a man, neither of them is willing to give in. No one can explain clearly or understand. What can be done? What will happen? Naturally it is a big fight.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the country was founded by Wu. Even schools like Baima Academy still have martial arts grounds. Qian Shuhua and Lin Mei'er talked and scolded them. There is no difference between the winners and the losers, and they can only see through their fists and feet. Real chapter.

After a while, the martial arts field was full of people on the inner and outer three floors.

"Come on, sister, we support you."

"Teach this vixen a lesson."

"Let her understand that our White Horse Academy is not easy to bully."

Qian Shuhua's mass base at Baima Academy is excellent, and the competition here is almost her home ground. However, although everyone said so, he didn't really have much confidence in his heart. Everyone knows that Ye Yunhai's fiancé is the young owner of Juejian Villa, and is now an official disciple of Shushan. It is said that with the help of Shushan, she is now in a congenital realm.

Three months ago, Qian Shuhua came to the door and was almost beaten as a pig. You know, Lin Meier was only a second-grade martial artist at that time. After just three months, Qian Shuhua and Lin Meier once again faced off. Will the result change?

Most people have a pessimistic attitude in their hearts, but they don't want to fight for the buns. The disciples of the academy must have the courage to splash five steps even in the face of an army of millions.

It's not terrible to lose. He is a real coward if he doesn't dare to shoot.

Lin Meier stood in the center of the martial arts field, shaking her wrist, and holding a wooden sword next to her in her hand, "This man, stupidity is not terrible, terrible is not knowing it, she doesn’t have a clear view of herself. There is no self-knowledge."

Qian Shuhua looked at the nine-foot long spear on the very edge of the weapon rack, gently lifted it up, and turned the weight upside down. He seemed a little unsatisfied. He glanced at the corner of his mouth, and then glanced at Lin Meier, "There is no self-knowledge. It's really scary. Taking something that doesn't belong to you is even more scary, because it is to be paid back."

"Also, don't you feel sick to eat what others leave behind?" Qian Shuhua mocked.

"Then you have to eat before you are qualified to say it." Lin Meier's face changed slightly.

"A arrogant man in the rivers and lakes is delusional to jump over the dragon gate. You don't wash your face and see what you look like. A native chicken is a native chicken. Never think of climbing on a branch to become a phoenix."

The most poisonous woman's heart, the woman who has read is even more terrible. You don't have to use dirty words to humiliate you. Lin Mei'er, who has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, really wants to go on, where is Qian's opponent of calligraphy and painting.

"Looking for death!"

"Last time I was merciful, don't know what is good or bad!"

Lin Meier's face has completely cooled down.

"Today, you can be merciless with your hands, swords have no eyes, and you have your destiny!"

Qian Shuhua has a hand-held gun, his voice is firm, and his posture is straight.

"You asked for this." Lin Mei'er raised her eyebrows coldly, and a sword flower appeared on the wrist of her long sword, with a ray of green light, she went directly to Qian's calligraphy and painting, very fast, get started It uses Shushan's Qingfeng Sword Art.

When the surrounding college students saw these pictures, most of them couldn't help closing their eyes or tilting their heads to the side. Their senior sister was bullied, and no one else wanted to see it. But for one thing, most of the young people studying at Baima Academy are strong in literature and military. Secondly, the nature of painting and calligraphy with money will not let people help her, let alone love.

Even some teenagers who have confidence in Qian's calligraphy and paintings sighed when they saw the weapons that Qian's calligraphy and painting had chosen.

Lin Meier is now a Shushan disciple. It is rumored that it is the world's first sword sect. As for the gun, I have never heard of anyone who can beat the sword of Shushan with a gun.

The gun is more suitable for fighting soldiers or two armies. In a duel between two people, the sword is a well-deserved king.

Shushan's sword highlights a fast, so in many cases, the victory or defeat is between one sword.

Green lights flashed past.

In the ears of the college students, a bludgeon was heard almost at the same moment.

I closed my eyes and quickly opened my eyes to take a look, and they all took a breath.

The originally imagined scene did not happen. Their senior sister Qian, Calligraphy and Painting, stood steadily, still holding the wooden spear in one hand. But Lin Mei'er was in midair at this time, and her whole body flew out backwards. It was obvious that there was a depression in her chest, and the wooden sword she was holding had also been thrown away.

"What happened just now?" The college student with his eyes closed, asked in a low voice, dumbfounded.

"Is this still our senior sister?" another college student asked in a low voice.

"I heard that the elder sisters fought fiercely before, but I really didn't know that even Shushan's disciples could have fought." The quiet muttering quickly turned into a loud discussion.

"I think your description just now is not accurate enough. Was that a shot? It's a spike!"

"One shot!"

"Our sister took only one shot!"

"A straight shot~IndoMTL.com~Nothing fancy!"

"Senior Sister will be my idol in the future."

"I love you, sister."

The style of study at Baima Academy is rigorous, but these students are the heirs of high-ranking officials and nobles. They are quite avant-garde in their thinking. In just a short time, there are teenagers shouting that they like money paintings and calligraphy. If the old man Here, I will faint with anger, what kind of style is it?

Not to mention others, even Qian Shuhua himself was shocked at this time.

It turns out that the trick Ye Que taught himself was so overbearing that he defeated Lin Mei'er with just one shot.

Standing ten meters away, Qian Shuhua smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked around, and finally looked at Lin Meier.

"Serve it?"

Two words, Qian's calligraphy and painting are full of domineering.

Looking at Lin Meier, Xiuhe, who was stained with the soil, wrinkled, and after she fell to the ground, her hair rubbed against the ground again. The hair that was originally coiled up was also a little messy at this time, and her eyes were full of disbelief. But the sharp pain in her chest told her that it was indeed the truth.

She lost, and Lin Meier lost to Qian Shuhua.

She, the young owner of the Shushan branch of Absolute Sword Villa, the official disciple of Shushan, unexpectedly lost to the eldest lady of the merchant's house in the competition!

"Serve it?"

"Naturally dissatisfied!"

But she couldn't speak, because she was indeed defeated, defeated with just one shot.

With red eyes, Lin Meier felt that the gazes around her were mocking, she felt aggrieved, and the corners of her eyes were a little moist for a moment, and she actually cried.

At this moment, a deep, deep voice came in from the crowd.

"Unacceptable!"

(First update today.)