Chapter 637 The Middle Finger Respects Western Poison

Chapter 637 The Middle Finger Respects Western Poison

Sensing Ouyang Ke's sudden expression of fear, Ouyang Feng's sharp eyes immediately fell on Ye Weiming's body along his line of sight, seeing his malicious appearance, he immediately snorted coldly: "Boy, you want to die! "

Seeing this, Yideng immediately took a step forward: "Amitabha!"

Ouyang Feng's eyes turned cold: "Duan Zhixing, that brat you brought has already made a killing attempt on my Kerr. If you don't want to go through this muddy water, you'd better get out of the way. Don't think that I, Ouyang Feng, are really scared." you."

Seeing this, Yideng still didn't back down, just put his hands together and said: "As a monk, the poor monk doesn't want to fight with anyone. But Ye Shaoxia is entrusted by the poor monk to participate in this martial arts competition , the poor monk naturally has the responsibility to protect him well."

Ouyang Feng had already taken out the snake stick at this time: "Duan Zhixing, have you really thought about it?"

"Amitabha!"

"Wait!"

Seeing that Xidu and Nandi had a disagreement and were ready to fight, Huang Yaoshi finally jumped down from the roof of the sword-testing pavilion, and said at the same time: "Today is the little girl's martial arts contest to recruit relatives, not Huashan's sword debate. Two If you want to make a move, don't be in a hurry at this moment, please give me Huang Yaoshi a face today, let's stop now."

When the two of them heard this, they both took a step back, showing Huang Yaoshi's face, and they gave it to him.

At this time, several friends who were shaken into white light before had rushed back after hearing the noise from here disappear.

Hearing the conversation between the three, Xiaoqiao couldn't help but move closer to Ye Weiming, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Ye, I still don't understand this matter."

Ye Weiming had put away Guo Jing's dagger at this time, and asked casually, "Why don't you understand?"

"It's like this." Xiaoqiao said in a low voice: "Today, Dongxie, Xidu, Nandi, Beibei and the old naughty boy have all gathered together. Even Huashan Lunjian may not be able to make this series The masters gathered together like this."

"If that's the case, why do you have to wait until Mount Hua to discuss the sword?"

"Today, we will directly fight on Peach Blossom Island. If we decide the winner, won't it be the end of the game?"

Ye Weiming couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "How is that the same?"

Xiaoqiao: "Why is it different?"

Ye Weiming thought for a while, and then explained: "This matter is more complicated to explain. Let me give you an analogy. Everyone knows that the Olympic badminton men's singles champion must be X Dan vs. XX Wei in the end. Do you admit it?"

Xiaoqiao nodded: "Although I don't care much about sports, I still know about it."

Ye Weiming nodded, and then asked again: "Then if the two of them don't go to the Olympics, but meet in private, the championship will be determined internally compared to the previous one. Do you think such a championship can win Is it recognized by the whole world?"

"Okay, I understand." Xiaoqiao said with a bit of dismay: "At first, I thought that each of these martial arts masters was indifferent to fame and wealth, and they only went to participate in Huashan Sword Discussion for the pursuit of the ultimate martial arts. Now it seems , seems to be no different from ordinary people!"

"Ahem!" Hearing Ye Weiming and Xiaoqiao telling the truth there, Huang Yaoshi, who was the host of the competition, coughed immediately, signaling the two to be cautious, and then changed the subject immediately in order to ease the embarrassment: "Since you have already Come back, then we will start today's second match, which is the competition of moves."

While speaking, Huang Yaoshi took out a black cloth bag with some things in it from his bosom, and continued: "Before the competition, the five contestants will draw lots to determine your opponent. But before the lottery, I have to Announced an additional rule, that is, before each contestant draws lots, I will remove the names of the seniors who represent the same faction from the options in advance."

"So, if anyone has a fluke mentality, I advise you to correct your mentality as soon as possible!"

"Then first, let's start with Ye Weiming, the champion of the first internal force competition."

"Daddy!" Seeing that Huang Yaoshi had already announced the rules of the game, Huang Rong approached obediently and said with a smile, "Let's leave it to Rong'er to handle small things like this."

Although Huang Yaoshi knew that Huang Rong was weird, but he thought that there were no loopholes in the rules he announced. After a little hesitation, he decided to follow his daughter's wishes, so he handed the black pocket to Huang Rong and said, "Remember, you must Follow the rules strictly."

"no problem!"

After Huang Rong took the pocket, she took out the five small wooden plaques containing the names of Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, Yideng, Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong in front of everyone, and wrote The wooden sign with a lamp was handed over to Huang Yaoshi for safekeeping, only to put the other four pieces back into the black cloth pocket one by one.

Her movements are very slow, which shows that she is in awe of this ceremony.

Holding a black cloth bag with four wooden cards, Huang Rong came to Ye Weiming, handed the bag forward, and said, "The rule of the lottery is to touch it with your hands, and you are not allowed to peek."

While speaking, he blinked at Ye Weiming indistinctly.

Ye Weiming smiled slightly, and put his right hand into the black cloth pocket very politely, grabbed a wooden sign and touched it, and the place where he got it was smooth.

After all, these wooden plaques were carefully crafted by Huang Yaoshi. They were written with ink and dried after air drying. There is no difference in hand feel from other places. It is impossible to use "touch" to judge the words on them. operation.

Another piece was touched, but there was still nothing unusual, but when Ye Weiming was grabbing the third piece, he didn't move it.

Looking down, it turned out that Huang Rong seemed to be accidentally holding the left hand of the black cloth pocket, holding one of the wooden signs tightly through the pocket.

Ye Weiming understood instantly, and immediately clamped the wooden sign with his thumb and middle finger, and at the same time, with his index finger across the pocket, knocked three times in succession on Huang Rong's little hand.

Only then did the latter release the wooden sign willingly.

Then the two looked at each other

Exchanging eyes, confirming eyes...

Perfect!

Ye Weiming took out the piece and saw that the name written on it was Ouyang Feng!

This luck!

Are you saying that God is not miraculous?

This small gesture between Huang Rong and Ye Weiming naturally cannot be hidden from the eyes of those who are interested.

Hong Qi, Yideng, and the old urchin didn't pay too much attention to the random inspection, so they didn't find anything, but Dong Xie and Xi Du, the two old scumbags, found that they seemed to be working together to make trouble. What.

However, when Ye Weiming showed the wooden sign in his hand, Ouyang Feng, who was still a little suspicious, was relieved immediately, smiled coldly at Ye Weiming, and said in a threatening tone: "Stinky boy, you will be here later." Let you know how powerful I am!"

Facing Ouyang Feng's threat, Ye Weiming slowly stretched out his right hand and returned his middle finger.

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng couldn't help frowning: "What does this gesture mean?"

Ye Weiming replied very sincerely: "It means scolding your mother."

Ouyang Feng sneered: "Let me introduce you to be proud for a while, but in the next second match, you just wait to get 1 point!"

Ye Weiming shrugged, and slowly put away the middle finger of his right hand. Just when everyone thought that he would not continue to provoke, he suddenly raised the middle finger again, and at the same time put on a very flat face. Looking like a man, he exhaled fragrantly and said, "Hey shit!"