First Lady of the Crown Prince - Chapter 673

  Chapter 673 Abnormal strength

“Oh, they actually met the Shaolin monks.” In the attic, the king of Mingjun looked at the group of people on the batting court with interest, “This is a good show.”

Originally, King Ming didn’t pay much attention to any academy, but who made him lose his face at the door of Tianqiong Academy, there is nothing more pleasant to him than letting that kid eat.

Mingjun Wang stopped talking about the monarch’s thoughts for the time being. He rushed down to beckon and let the next person bring up the melon and fruit snacks. He wanted to watch the Shaolin monk beat the kid!

The four Shaolin monks on the field were glaring at each other, each with a ring scar on their head. From right to left, there are one ring scar, two ring scars, and three ring scars. They look the strongest. The monk has six ring scars.

“Do you think these monks are a little scary?” Mu Chuan whispered beside Gu Jiao.

“Aren’t you afraid?” Gu Jiao asked.

Mu Chuan immediately straightened his waist and said stiffly: “I…I am not afraid! Who said I am afraid!”

Gu Jiao glanced at him: “Don’t shake your legs before talking.”

Mu Chuan: “…”

The monks of Shaolin did not speak to them, but made eye contact. In fact, it was more of a demonstration and provocation than communication.

Honestly speaking, Mu Chuan was really a little distraught in her heart, even more distraught than the one against the Han family’s Black Wind Riding.

Zhao Wei is about the same as him. He feels fuzzy, but he has a bit richer experience in kicking the ball than Mu Chuan, so he is not too timid yet.

The kick-off in the first quarter is determined by a lottery. After that, every time a goal is scored, the opponent will kick-off. Right now, the kick-off is Tianqi Academy.

Generally speaking, as the main attacker of the batting team, Mu Qingchen seldom participated in the kick-off, but due to the fact that the opponent was too strong, he decided to kick-off after discussing with Takeshi.

It took no more than a few moments from when they were on the court to the sound of the gong, but everyone felt like a long time passed.

The people in the stands were so nervous that they held their breath.

“Ah, how could this happen?” Jing Erye sat in front of the railing, staring at the Shaolin monk on the court with his eyes, “Would you like to be so unlucky?”

Mrs.    had something to do today and couldn’t walk away. She failed to come over. On his left hand was Anguo in a wheelchair. Behind Anguo stood a green gauze and white skirt Mu Ruxin.

Mu Ruxin heard the words and looked at Jing Erye puzzledly: “What’s wrong? Is there anything wrong?”

Jing Erye sighed deeply: “That group of Shaolin monks are very powerful, and Tianqi Academy is not their opponent.”

Mu Ruxin’s eyes moved, and she asked, “Er Ye really hopes that Tianqiong Academy will win?”

Jing Erye yelled: “I don’t have any, but the group of Shaolin monks doesn’t have any seriousness to start, and it’s not easy for a few students.”

As soon as he said this, the grandfather’s hand on the armrest was slowly pulled into a fist, and it trembled slightly.

The gong rang.

Mu Qingchen faced the scorching sun with a dreadful expression, and steadily swung the ball for a shot.

“Second sister, second sister, hurry up!”

Outside the court, Su Xue pulled her second sister into the crowd and took out the token to let the guards go.

“You slow down.” Miss Su Er was so painful that she was dragging her.

Su Xue said: “I just hit the gong, and the kicking competition has begun!”

Second Miss Su, Liu Mei frowned slightly: “It started right from the beginning, what are you doing in such a hurry?”

“I want to see Xiao…Look at the fourth brother.” Su Xue said solemnly, “After the fourth brother lived in the college, I haven’t seen him for a long time.”

Ms. Su Er sighed: “Let my father know that we are not going to Master Fu’s chess class, but he ran to see some kicking game. He will definitely punish us.”

Su Xue grabbed her wrist and walked to the stand of Tianqiong Academy: “No way! Let’s go!”

Mu Qingchen drove the ball very well, regardless of the speed and accuracy.

The person who catches the ball is Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei learned to hit the ball since he was a child. Technically speaking, he successfully caught the polo that Mu Qingchen swung over, and he looked at Mu Chuan ahead.

Mu Chuan nodded at him.

Zhao Wei passed the ball to Mu Chuan, and Mu Chuan passed it to Gu Jiao. At this time, Mu Qingchen had already arrived near the opponent’s hole.

Gu Jiao passed the polo to him, and Mu Qingchen took it and hit it towards the hole.

The four people cooperated seamlessly, and the people who watched the game finally saw the Tianqi Academy play polo seriously.

However, just as the polo was about to enter the hole, something unexpected happened.

A Shaolin monk leaped his horse, and he came to the hole for life, and hit the polo that Mu Qingchen had hit with one rod.

This pole played extremely far, almost spanning half of the batting field.

Zhao Wei and Mu Chuan had already killed off, they rushed to grab the ball, but they didn’t even see the ball, and they heard a gong sound on the referee’s stand.

Goal?

The two were stunned.

Shaolin Academy took the lead and won the first banner of the start.

“No, how did you get in? What’s the situation?” Mu Chuan was confused.

He and Zhao Wei are chasing the polo, did this ball escape into the hole by itself?

Of course it’s not that Polo will escape, but the Shaolin monk’s movements are so fast that neither of them can see it.

Zhao Wei frowned and looked at the arrogant Shaolin monk, and recalled: “It’s not all fast, they have tactics! The monk with three ring scars blocked our sight with a horse, and he swung to grab the ball. We thought The polo is on his side, but in fact the polo is farther ahead, already in the hands of the monk of the six-ring scar.”

After listening to Zhao Wei’s analysis, Mu Chuan felt that his beliefs had been subverted: “Is it so overcast?”

Since the opponent scored the goal, they still kicked off.

It is Zhao Wei who kicked off this time.

Zhao Wei drove the polo to Mu Chuan, but before Mu Chuan’s cue was swung, a Shaolin monk whizzed past him.

The Shaolin monk took the polo away.

Mu Qingchen was flanked by both sides, unable to break through.

Gu Jiao cut a ball with the skills she learned from Xu Ping.

She passed the ball to Mu Qingchen, and Mu Qingchen passed it to Zhao Wei.

Then the ball was lost again.

The gong sounded again, and Shaolin Academy scored again.

The speed of Shaolin Academy’s goals was horribly fast, which was faster than the scoring record set by Ma Wang Sahuan.

Mu Chuan and Zhao Wei were out of breath, and Mu Qingchen and Gu Jiao’s faces were slightly sweaty.

Several people ride on the horse, waiting for the referee to bring the polo over.

Mu Chuan gasped and said, “What kind of monks are these? Too fierce, right? Liu Lang, or ride your horse king over.”

Gu Jiao said: “It’s still small, so I can’t ride it.”

Mu Chuan muttered, “Didn’t you ride it last time?”

Mu Qingchen said lightly: “You don’t want to say a few words.”

Mu Chuan shut up.

This game is not a problem with horses, but with people.

These monks are too powerful. All of them have high internal strength and extremely powerful. The ball they hit, others simply can’t catch it.

“How are your arms?” Mu Qingchen asked Gu Jiao.

Only then did Gu Jiao intercept the most.

Gu Jiao touched her almost paralyzed right arm: “It’s okay.” Just take it easy.

The game starts again.

Mu Qingchen teeed off.

It is forbidden to use internal force in the kicking game, otherwise it will be regarded as a foul. This group of young monks temper their bodies all the year round, and they have cultivated the ability to be invincible. Every stroke they swing out seems to bring internal force.

Mu Qingchen’s ball was snatched again without accident.

Mu Chuan was the closest, he swung to grab it back, Zhao Wei assisted from the side, and the two blocked the Shaolin monk’s formation.

They grabbed the ball!

The Shaolin monk King Kong glared and waved out.

“I’m coming!” Mu Chuan stepped forward and caught it.

At this moment, something unexpected happened. The monk had obviously anticipated that the ball would be intercepted, so he used extremely terrifying force.

Mu Chuan was knocked out.

Zhao Wei suddenly changed color: “Mu Chuan!”

Mu Chuan fell off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a moment of silence around the grass field.

Someone fell from the horse again, and everyone couldn’t help but think of Nangonglin, who fell from the horse and was trampled on. Will something happen again?

The referee called the game to a halt.

Zhao Wei stood up and dismounted: “Mu Chuan! Are you okay?”

Mu Chuan covered his right arm, his entire face twisted into a ball because of the pain: “Is my arm broken?”

Gu Jiao jumped off the horse, squatted down, and supported his arm: “Dislocated, bear with me.”

As soon as the voice fell, she lifted her bare hand, and with a click, she took Mu Chuan’s arm up.

Mu Chuan cried out in pain.

Master Wu came to take Mu Chuan down and replaced Yuan Xiao on the court.

After careful consideration by the referee, it was finally judged as an accident, and Shaolin Academy did not violate the rules.

“Isn’t this a foul?” Yuan Xiao said dissatisfied, “They obviously did it on purpose!”

He had just been watching, that the monk with three scars on his head aimed at Mu Chuan for his swing. He just wanted to use the power of polo to injure Mu Chuan.

“Did they do this before?” Gu Jiao said suddenly.

Only Mu Qingchen can answer this question. After all, no one but him has seen the Shaolin Academy competition.

Mu Qingchen frowned and said, “It was also very domineering and powerful before, but…not as cruel as it is today.”

Had it not been for his martial arts better than Mu Chuan, he would have been dismissed early.

Why did he just ask if Gu Jiao’s arm is okay, because his arm was also injured.

These Shaolin monks seem to be deliberately targeting them. Did someone secretly manipulate something?

In the attic, the king of Mingjun clapped his hands and applauded: “Beautiful! It should be played like this! Who brought the Shaolin Academy is really in the heart of the king!”

Han Shizi took a sip of tea unhurriedly.

The game starts again.

Gu Jiao led the horse and walked over in front of the referee’s master. Suddenly she stopped and turned her head to look at the referee’s master: “Are you sure that the behavior just now is not considered a foul?”

The referee said: “Naturally not.”

“Oh.” Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows, “So, as long as it is hit by the ball, it is not a foul.”

The referee frowned, feeling that this statement was not quite right, and corrected: “You can’t deliberately attack the opponent with the ball.”

Mu Chuan was shocked while grabbing the ball, and the opponent did not aim at him.

“Oh.” Gu Jiao said, “It’s not a foul if it’s not intentional, is it?”

That’s right, but it’s a bit wrong to say it from your mouth.

The referee gave Gu Jiao a weird look. He didn’t say what was wrong with him, and nodded: “Go ahead.”

Gu Jiao turned on her horse.

Yuan Xiao kicks off.

Zhao Wei had just grabbed his hand, and was snatched by the Shaolin monk before he covered his heat.

Gu Jiao galloped to catch up. The Shaolin monk was about to swing, and Gu Jiao suddenly said, “Amitabha.”

The Shaolin monk was taken aback, and almost reflexively retracted his club, stretched out his hand and made a Buddhist ceremony: “Amitabha—”

Boom!

Gu Jiao hit the polo with one rod!

Shaolin monk: “…”

Yuan Xiao got the ball, passed it to Zhao Wei, and Zhao Wei passed it to Gu Jiao.

At this time, they were very close to the opponent’s hole, and Mu Qingchen was already in place.

The Shaolin monk chased after him, and Gu Jiao was flanked by both sides.

“Liu Lang!” Yuan Xiao shouted not far away.

Give him the ball, and he will give it to Mu Qingchen.

Gu Jiao didn’t do this, she passed the ball to Mu Qingchen very risky.

Unexpectedly, it was intercepted.

Yuan Xiao choked his wrist: “Oh!”

It was the monk with six scars that stopped the ball. He wanted to pass the ball to another monk, and Gu Jiao stared at the latter.

The monk with six ring scars flashed fiercely under his eyes, and he shot the ball out with one stick.

He almost exhausted all his strength on this pole.

Mu Qingchen secretly cried out badly. This was not the ball he really wanted to pass to his companions. He planned to use the same trick he used on Mu Chuan against Gu Jiao once.

Cannot be hardwired!

It was too late for Mu Qingchen to stop, and Gu Jiao stretched out the club.

“what-”

With a scream, the monk behind Gu Jiao on the right was hit by a polo and fell from her horse!

It turned out that Gu Jiao did extend the club just now, but instead of catching the ball, she touched it lightly and changed the direction of the ball.

The monk fell hard, and his companion sternly shouted: “You foul!”

Gu Jiao spread her hands: “Why did I foul? You played the ball. You are so powerful that you can’t get it. Blame me?”

The monks were choked hard.

The referee judged it as an accident, no foul play, and the game continued.

The power of the six-ring scar monk should not be underestimated. The monk fell so hard that he temporarily went off the court and moved up to another monk.

The substitute monk was slightly inferior in strength, and opened a hole for the Tianqiong Academy. Before the end of the second bar, Tianqiong Academy scored a goal.

The Shaolin monk seemed to be angered. As soon as the third quarter opened, Yuan Xiao’s arm was shocked.

“Are you okay?” Mu Qingchen asked.

Yuan Xiao gritted his teeth and held the club: “I’m fine… I can continue…”

It’s no good if they don’t continue. There are only five of them. Mu Chuan is no longer able to play. If he is also off, there will be not enough players to play. They can only abstain.

Gu Jiao looked at Yuan Xiao’s painful and trembling right hand, her eyes cooled completely.

She switched the cue to her left hand, wrapped her right hand around the rein, and snatched the polo over with lightning speed.

The monk who was robbed of the ball was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he did not expect the opponent’s speed to suddenly become so fast!

After Gu Jiao grabbed the ball, she didn’t pass it to anyone, but took the ball to the opponent’s hole alone.

The monk with six ring scars has been waiting for a long time.

Gu Jiao was full of murderous aura, and hit the ball towards the hole with one rod.

A trace of contempt flashed across the eyes of the six-scared monk, and he raised his hand to intercept with a swing.

At this moment, an incredible thing happened. The moment the club hit the polo, he was shocked!

What a terrible force this is!

He was directly shaken out of the field, hit the pillar under the stands, and fell to the ground in embarrassment!

Everyone was stunned, and even many people in the stands stood up.

What just happened?

Is the Shaolin monk knocked into the air?

How could this be?

“Brother Six!”

The monks rode their horses to the edge of the batting field, dismounted and rushed towards him.

“Just…was Liu Lang just now?” Yuan Xiao was stunned.

Even if you knew Xiao Liulang’s ability, but didn’t expect it to be so, the power of that blow just now couldn’t even be used by Mu Qingchen, right?

“Did he use internal force?” Zhao Wei asked.

Mu Qingchen said with a complicated expression: “No.”

He didn’t feel any internal strength, Xiao Liulang used his own strength.

Zhao Wei’s eyes lit up: “Then, didn’t these monks kick the iron plate?”

Mu Qingchen said: “Yes, I hit the iron plate.”

Why Shaolin monks are so powerful? It’s not that their kicking skills are against the sky. Compared with Xu Ping, they still have a certain gap. They are better at speed and strength. Without using internal force, no one is a body tempering. The opponent of the monk.

No one can catch the ball they played, and they did not fail to stop the ball played by others.

Yuan Xiao scratched his head: “Is Liu Lang so good before?”

Mu Qingchen paused, and said, “No.”

The strength that Xiao Liulang showed when he tamed the horse king was not so strong. It was more like being stimulated by these Shaolin monks when he was just hitting the ball.

Gu Jiao’s trick is so beautiful, the King of Mingjun in the attic even closed his mouth: “What kind of pervert is this kid? That’s a Shaolin monk!”

Han Shizi looked at the unruly boy on horseback, and suddenly a figure that he had seen in childhood flashed in his mind.

That is the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family.

A young man who can beat a tiger to death with one punch without internal force.

Gu Jiao looked at her hands.

唔, these monks are a bit useful, and their strength seems to have recovered a bit.

It hasn’t happened in a few months.

Gu Jiao bends the corners of her lips, looking at the Shaolin monks who are about to return to the arena, her eyes flashing green.

The Shaolin monk’s heart chuckles collectively!

What is going on with an inexplicable and ominous premonition?

(End of this chapter)