Chapter 147 Strange draw, strange competition

These two years of life have made Promise know a common sense, and this common sense has also made him develop a habit, so he is not surprised by this common sense. This common sense is that every time something happens, the old man will not lose his share. As long as he finds out, he will definitely participate.

No, Xu Yucai just said a few words with Ling Xianger, and the old man came up again. As always, the obscene expression and the unchanging sultry smile are the promise's evaluation of the old man now.

"Hey... Promise, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. You really have the style of me back then." The old man sighed again, lamenting the 'historical events' that only he knew.

But I don't know why, Promise actually changed his previous tone against the old man. He said, "Isn't it because of you that I have such a change?"

"Ah..." The old man was obviously a little surprised, because the promise was not aimed at him, but he felt a little uncomfortable. "Rum, rare, promise, I didn't expect you to know me now."

"Nonsense, I've known you for a long time." Promise slowed down and continued, "If you are not so obscene and dirty, how can I always be on your guard? How can you make so fast progress?"

It turns out that the promise is counterartic. How could he not talk back to the old man? The old man was immediately choked to death by the promise. Just as he wanted to be angry with him, the promise continued to speak.

"Old man, I won't talk back to you. I have some questions to ask you. It's a serious question, not sarcasm." The promise became serious this time and specifically stated his position.

"Speaking, since you sincerely ask me for advice, I don't care about the past. Anyway, I am a demeanor, a brave man respected by the Palestinian people, an outstanding master, a respectable and lovely old man, and a..." Although he promised not to embarrass the old man again, he will secretly Belittle the promise, and constantly praise yourself, still so openly boastful. It can be said that the promise has not seen a person who is more cheeky than the old man, or not many people who have promised to see it.

"Now I, Xiang'er, and that Tanshan are left in the final. How on earth do the three of us compare? If the other two people compete, won't the rest of the people take advantage of it?" Promise ignored the old man's self-bragging and asked a question that he didn't understand.

"I didn't say that as long as there are people, there will be fights and injustice." The old man made a statement first, and then said, "In the barbarians in the north, the rules of their martial arts festival are not very perfect. The rest of you three have to let the three of you draw lots. It depends on who is lucky and who draws a good draw a good draw. You don't have to compare. You can directly advance to the finals."

The old man said naturally, as if he had encountered such a thing before. He continued: "In the eyes of the barbarians in the north, only the bravest people can get the title of hero, so they won't mind more than one game, so there is nothing you can do. You have to follow the Romans, and we have you. There are two people, or we took advantage of it, didn't we?

"What if I and Brother Xu draw lots? Do you really want me to compete with Brother Xu?" Ling Xianger said a little worried that she didn't want to compete with the promise.

"Ha ha, if you really draw lots, it means that you are really predestined. After the competition, you can just get married. Didn't you get married long ago?" Unsurprisingly, the old man joked again.

"Master, what are you talking about? I won't get married without his consent before finding my father..." Ling Xianger couldn't help looking at the promise, as if she was afraid that he would be angry.

Hearing the old man's words, he didn't care what Ling Xianger said. Why didn't he know her feelings and how could he be angry? Xu Jun couldn't help looking at the old man seriously. He never thought that this old man would be so pleasing to him today, and he really felt that he was a little cute old man.

How could the old man not feel the promise's eyes? He deliberately said so. He continued, "Hey, promise, now you should thank me. I have led a good marriage for you. I, a precious apprentice, is a rare good woman."

"Old man, I just found that what you occasionally say is quite beautiful." The promise couldn't help but say it sincerely.

Before the old man could brag again, he heard the referee shouting the name of Promise and Ling Xianger. It turned out that, as the old man said, the drawing of lots was about to begin.

If the promise just now still felt that the old man was a little cute, then he now feels that the old man's mouth is really a little smelly. What did he say? That's what happened immediately. I believe everyone can guess. Yes, Promise and Ling Xianger really drew a draw, and the next game will be played by them. Tanshan, who didn't draw a lot, seemed to be a little disappointed to look at Promise and Ling Xianger, as if he couldn't play one more game and felt lost.

"Xiang'er, it seems that we really drew lots together as the master said." Now that the lot has been drawn, the promise has also been released, and he can't help joking.

"The master must have eaten the stew in the morning, or how could he say it was so effective." Ling Xianger said with a little embarrassment.

"I don't know if the old man stole the stew, but what he said is valid. I can admit that maybe we can really get married after the competition." Promise to continue to joke.

Now that things have come to this point, Ling Xianger is not pretentious. She raised her head and promised, "Well, it's not so easy to be my husband. I said that you have to get the title of hero so that our relationship can go further. Not to mention Tanshan, the master of the Atan people, you have to beat me first. It's closed."

"Have you ever heard the old man say that I am half your master? How can an apprentice beat me as a master?" Xu promised and said with a smile that he knew Ling Xianger's strength, but he didn't have to really do it to solve this time.

"Green is better than blue. Haven't you heard of this sentence? I will definitely beat you like a usual comparison, and there is no power to fight back." Ling Xianger pretended to be very arrogant, and then appeared on the stage. The northern barbarians are not efficient in anything else, but the progress of the game is very fast, because they are all impatient. Even if the warriors can wait, the audience can't help it.

As soon as Ling Xianger came on the stage, most of the men under the stage immediately cheered and screamed. They really appreciated this woman. She was really a very powerful female warrior. Although women have participated in previous competitions, no woman can be as outstanding as Ling Xianger. Or, Ling Xianger can also become a pioneer of barbarian women in the north, driving the frenzy of women's martial arts practice.

Promise also appeared with Ling Xianger, and the two stood separately on both sides. Promised to carry his hands behind his back as usual, while Ling Xianger still looked like the little woman, with her hands in front of her and hanging down her belt.

The female warrior of the Ba people, the male warriors of the Ba people, and the referee of the Ba people, it seems that this should be a very interesting game. Soon, the referee announced the start of the game and quickly jumped off the stage.

It's strange that the master's bloody dialogue before the test, promised and Ling Xianger did not say anything; the two of them did not send out what the master required to overwhelm each other in momentum; what the master had was amazing, but the two of them did not do it.

Not to mention that he and Ling Xianger did it, they didn't move at all, just staring at each other all the time. If it hadn't been for the rich brilliance in their eyes, some people would have thought that the two of them were statues. The wind is moving, the clothes are moving, and the hair is fluttering, but the bodies of the two people seem to be frozen.