Chapter 170

There is no sense of shame on the face of Ying Shao.

"Oh, we both said that we should compete in martial arts, but we didn't say that we can't use concealed weapons. This is the so-called" never tired of deceit in war ". Is it because he is inferior to others, or can he blame me?"

Huaji is worried about going to Yuanling.

Looking at the blood way son on the back of Yuan Ling's hand, the pupil of flower season shrinks a few minutes.

"Mr. Yuan, your hand..."

Yuan Ling looked at the blood on the back of his hand and said with a smile, "it's OK. It's just a cut."

The white scallop teeth of flowering season clenched the lower lip.

"You put your hand in."

Yuan Ling looks at her suspiciously.

See only, flower season took out a handkerchief from his bag, simple bandage the back of Yuan Ling's hand.

Yuan Ling looked at the handkerchief on the back of his hand, some flattered.

"That will stain your handkerchief!" Yuanling wants to take down the handkerchief.

Huaji quickly holds Yuanling's wrist to stop Yuanling's action.

"Mr. Yuan, your hand is important. Besides, you are injured because of me. It's just a handkerchief. You don't have to mind."

Yuan Ling looked at the flower season in full bloom: "don't worry, with your handkerchief, I will defeat the grandson whose surname is Ying."

Should be less sneer: "speak wild."

Huaji urged: "Mr. Yuan, I don't want that cell phone, so you don't want to call him again."

"Yes, Yuan Shao, just listen to the beauty and don't fight. Anyway, it's not the first time you've been a turtle."

Yuan Ling resolutely pushed the flowering season away.

"Miss Hua, please go to a safe place."

"But..."

"Go to safety!" Yuan Ling serious a face, once again a voice to remind the flower season.

Flower season has to nod.

"All right then!"

Then, Yuanling and yingshao fight again.

Ji Zitong's sharp eyes saw that yingshao was waving his fist at Yuanling, and there was a flash of light in his sleeve.

Ji Zitong's hand has just picked up a stone, she just wanted to hand, her body side Yan Beichen suddenly pressed her hand.

Ji Zitong surprised to see to the body side of Yan Beichen, the latter shook his head to her.

When Ji Zitong turns to look at Yan Beichen, the people outside give out a cry of surprise. Ji Zitong looks into the field and sees yingshao who is kicked to the ground by Yuanling.

Ji Zitong looks at this scene in surprise.

Ying Shao, lying on the ground, has an unbelievable expression on his face.

How can... How can he be kicked down by Yuan Ling.

Yuan Ling sneered at Ying Shao on the ground and said, "I've played with you so many times. I don't know what you'll do? I've been planted in your hands so many times, and it's insulting to try to deal with me like this. "

Ying Shao's eyes flashed across Yin, and he suddenly attacked yuan Ling's legs again.

Yuan Ling did not hurry to avoid Ying Shao's attack, and when Ying Shao kicked, he quickly hit Ying Shao's knee and kicked Ying Shao away. Ying Shao stepped back two steps with less pain and narrowly retreated to the edge of the line.

Yuan Ling saw that he almost backed out of the line and hurriedly returned to the center of the field.

Yuan Ling Chong should be less sarcastic than a middle finger, gas should be less attack toward yuan Ling again.

Yuan Ling dodges Ying Shao's attack. When Ying Shao's open door is wide open, he kicks Ying Shao in the chest, kicks Ying Shao out of the line and falls to the ground one meter away.

Ying Shao lying on the ground is ignorant.

He can't believe that a person who has been inferior to him, how can he be defeated? What's wrong?

The referee came out.

"I declare, yuan Lingsheng!"

On the side, someone immediately congratulated yuan Ling.

"Yuan Shao, congratulations. You won, Ying Shao."

"I knew you would win Yuan Shao, but I guessed it. You really won. Congratulations."

Should be kicked to the ground less, heart filled with resentment.

He couldn't believe that he was defeated by Yuanling.

Looking at the crowd to thank yuan Ling, Ying Shao's hand more than a knife, quickly stabbed the knife toward yuan Ling.

However, before the knife stabbed Yuanling, yingshao suddenly had another hand on his wrist.

Ying Shao looks up at the man, but sees Yan Beichen's cold face. Ying Shao's neck shrinks and his voice stammers.

"Yan... Yan Shao, why are you here?"

When Yan Beichen released his hand, Ying Shao quickly retracted the knife back.

"That, Yan Shao, it was just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

Flower season worried to come to the front of Yuan Ling.

"Mr. Yuan, are you ok?"

Yuan Ling showed two rows of white teeth with a smile: "don't worry, I'm ok."

Huaji sincerely thanks Yuanling: "Mr. Yuan, thank you today!"

Yuan Ling felt the back of his head awkwardly.

"No, no, it's just a lift."

Yuan Ling suddenly thought of something, called to slip away should be less.

"Wait, Ying Shao, have you forgotten something?"

Ying Shao turns back and stares at Yuan Ling: "haven't I been defeated by you? What else do you want to do? "

"Miss Hua's mobile phone, you haven't returned it."

Should be less in the heart a burst of anger, but Yan Beichen present, he also not good attack, in the heart is more secretly chagrin.

If Yan Beichen had not been here just now, could Yuanling still be here?

Holding his anger in his heart, he ordered the bodyguard on one side: "don't you return the cell phone?"

Yuanling see should be less bodyguard in hand out the mobile phone, a mobile phone won over, and then hand over the mobile phone to Huaji.

"Miss Hua, do you want to see if this is your mobile phone? Is it damaged?"

Flower season complexion a soft, took yuan Ling handed over the mobile phone.

She pressed a button on the screen to make sure the phone was OK.

"It's mine. It's OK."

Should be less angry said: "so, I can go?"

"Let's go, let's go!" Yuan Ling's impatient Chao Ying waved less.

Ying Shao left the crowd with his bodyguard in a dark face.

Before leaving, he looked at Yuanling and Huaji with hate on his face.

The humiliation he just suffered will be well returned to them.

……

The battle between Yuanling and yingshao just now is just a warm-up for the trip to bishuitan.

After that, everyone went to the racecourse to pick the horses.

Before the horse, Huaji still looks at Yuanling's hand with some worry.

"Mr. Yuan, is your hand really OK? Don't you need to go to the infirmary to deal with the wound? "

Yuan Ling waved his hand disapprovingly.

"It's OK, it's OK. It's just a small wound. It's not in the way."

Not far away, Ying Shao's eyes stare at Huaji and the two women beside her. The light of conspiracy flashed at the bottom of her eyes.