MTL - Magic Love Ring

Chapter 10 [Piano Master]

"it is good!"

A "good" character was only exported. Zhao Xiaoyu's right foot was on the ground with a pad. The foot seemed to be fitted with a spring plate. It came out abruptly and reached the extreme speed.

A palm knife came straight to Song Yan's neck. At the same time, she left her fist in the lower abdomen and flinched.

"Is this a tiger leap?"

Song Kun was startled. He did not expect Zhao Xiaoyu to reach such a speed after he showed his tiger leap. Fortunately, these days, he has already mastered the intermediate body skills and practiced in his bones, forming an instinct reaction, or he has to suffer a dark loss.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the same knife cut to Zhao Xiaoyu's right wrist, while his right fist slammed into Zhao Xiaoyu's right shoulder.

Zhao Xiaoyu originally intended to hit Song Yan with a tiger leap. He was caught by surprise. He didn't expect this boy to react so quickly. He was a little disappointed and surprised.

Between thoughts, her palm knife slid down, turning her sword into her claws toward Song Yong's wrist, and at the same time, her fist contracted in the abdomen slanted straight and went straight to Song Yong's right hand joint.

She is a woman practicing martial arts, focusing on attacking the weak points of the human body.

As soon as she changed her tactics, Song Yan followed her tactics, holding his fist in his left hand to greet Zhao Xiaoyu's claws, turning his right hand between the wings, and attacking Zhao Xiaoyu's cheek.

Last time Zhao Xiaoyu played against him, he found that Song Kun was very powerful, and naturally he wouldn't hit him hard. He reluctantly changed his moves again, shook his figure, and used the flexibility of Tiger Leap to walk around Song Kun's side.

However, Song Yan has changed constantly, with his legs like squatting horses, rooted in the ring, and his arms turned blindly to force Zhao Xiaoyu to slam.

So, the two people on the ring you hit me more than ten strokes, but there is no touch on the body.

"The kid named Song Yan is so powerful, he can actually play against Zhao Xiaoyu for more than ten tricks without losing the wind!"

Seeing this scene, the trainees under the stage whispered quietly.

"I'm afraid more than that!" Wang Song's eyes flashed unexpectedly. Although his strength was not as good as Song Yan and Zhao Xiaoyu, he still had some eyesight. Now it is Zhao Xiaoyu's attack and Song Yanshou.

The two seem to be evenly divided. In fact, Zhao Xiaoyu has fallen into the downwind, one is motionless and the other is flashing.

On physical exertion, it must be that Zhao Xiaoyu is bigger, not to mention, she is still a woman, and her physical ability is inherently inferior to that of men, so she will lose out sooner or later.

Dozens of strokes passed, Zhao Xiaoyu had a fine layer of sweat stains on his forehead. On the contrary, Song Yong was more calm and calm.

"No, I can't go on like this! Otherwise I will lose!" Feeling his own situation, Zhao Xiaoyu secretly anxiously.

Suddenly, she had an idea in her heart.

Suddenly she retreated, landed on the other side of the ring, and tickled Song Ye: "Now let me defend your attack!"

Song Yi said for a moment, then immediately understood that Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't help himself, and wanted to save his energy.

With a move in his heart, Song Ye called up the system interface. Looking at the column of fame, the fame has grown to 58 points, which has reached the draw requirement.

In this case, there is no need to fight.

So, he said to Zhao Xiaoyu, "How about a tie?"

"What?" Zhao Xiaoyu shouted unexpectedly, then his expression sank: "No, today you and I must separate the winner!"

"Then I give up!"

Song Kun jumped off the ring, neatly, and even when he achieved his goal, he even took a fart. It is still important to draw a lottery.

"You stand still!"

Zhao Xiaoyu shouted angrily.

Unfortunately, Song Yan did not listen to him at all, but accelerated his pace.

"Asshole, rogue, coward!" Zhao Xiaoyu could not help lamenting and scolding.

When I came to the locker room and saw no one, Song Ye called up the system interface again to start the lottery, the lottery pointer turned, and finally stopped on the red grid.

Then, four golden glittering fonts of "Master of Piano" appeared, and turned into a bit of golden light flying into the heart of Song Yan.

After a while, after integrating the skills of the piano master, Song Ye was a little depressed. You know, he didn't intend to be a musician. He had a bird skill in picking up the piano skills, and this pit father's skills gave him ten piano songs.

"Meow, how much fame is needed for the next draw?"

"200 points."

"Why is it so much?" Song Yan gritted his teeth.

"The raffle points are set according to the ability of the host, and it is not difficult to obtain 200 reputation with the ability of the host."

"you are vicious!"

Song Ye knew that bargaining with the system was ineffective, so he was too lazy to complain again, put away the system interface, and began to change clothes.

Just walked to the gate of Wu Guan, but found that Zhao Xiaoyu was standing there and staring at him coldly.

"Why don't you keep fighting me?"

"Sister Xiaoyu, please give it up." Song Yan said helplessly.

"Do you look down on me, or do you think you can win me steadily?" Zhao Xiaoyu didn't mean to let go, his eyes flickered with scorn.

"I don't mean that."

Song Zheng was even more helpless. To be honest, his strength had already surpassed Zhao Xiaoyu by a great deal after he learned the intermediate body skills. On the platform just now, if he did not intentionally keep his hands, he would have at least three chances to defeat her.

"That's a fight with me again!"

Song Xun did not expect that Zhao Xiaoyu was so obsessed with victory and defeat. She knew that she would not be able to get out of the martial arts without playing another match with her today.

"Okay, I'll fight with you!"

"Take it!"

Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward with a whip and went straight to Song Yan's waist and kicked.

"Humph!"

There was a cold hum in Song Yan's mouth and he kicked it out at the same time. At the same time, his arms came out, sweeping Zhao Xiaoyu's neck with a sharp wind.

"boom!"

The two legs collided in midair, making a dull noise. At one moment, Zhao Xiaoyu felt that his entire leg was numb. At this moment, Song Yong's arm had been drawn to her ear. It made her eardrums buzz.

Suddenly, her face suddenly changed, and in a hurry, her head leaned back and raised her hand to intercept Song Song's arm.

But at this moment, when the figure flashed, Song Kun suddenly came back to her, the huge fist zoomed in her eyes, and finally stopped in front of her nose.

"Sister Xiaoyu, you're defeated!" Song Yong retracted his fist and smiled at her, exposing two rows of white teeth.

"How can it be?"

Zhao Xiaoyu couldn't accept this result.

"You are not as powerful as me, and you shouldn't hit me against each other. If you entangle me with speed, I may not be able to defeat you!"

Song Zheng said quite sincerely.

"Okay, don't make excuses for me. Defeat is defeat. My Zhao Xiaoyu can still lose, let's say, what do you want me to do?"

"It's not necessary, just a joke!" Song Yan smiled lightly.

"No, you must provide a condition!" Zhao Xiaoyu said with a bit of teeth.

Seeing the other party insisting, Song Ye's face suddenly suddenly disappeared: "Then you taught me the three great skills of Zhao Jiaquan!"

"The three major skills of the Zhao family can't be passed on. You change the conditions." Zhao Xiaoyu said with some contortion.

"I only think of this condition, since it is not a biography, then forget it!" Song Yan shrugged indifferently and turned away.

"Wait!" Zhao Xiaoyu called Song Yan again.

Song Yan turned to look at her.

"I have to discuss this with my brother, and I'll answer you when you come to Wuguan next time."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news!"

After leaving Wu Guan, Song Ye called up the system interface again, and his fame only increased by 1 point, because his second fight with Zhao Xiaoyu ended very quickly, and he was at the entrance of Wu Guan. No one else saw it.

"Ah, I knew that I would have defeated Zhao Xiaoyu directly on the ring, so that I could earn more fame!" Song Yan sighed secretly.

Suddenly, he glanced inadvertently, and found an advertisement for a pianist posted outside a coffee shop. The hourly salary was 50 yuan, and the working time was 8 to 10 pm.

Suddenly, there was a hint of interest in Song Yan's heart: Should you try it?

[Author off topic]: Thanks to [Little Mosquito] [Ji Shao] for the reward.

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