The physical resilience of a Buddhist Monk who has undergone body hardening is unimaginable to ordinary people. Even after being struck with such force that he flew into a pillar and fell to the ground, he suffered no internal injuries and was able to return to the polo field and continue playing.
As the gong sounded, the monks were the same ones as before, but for some reason, everyone watching the match felt as if something had changed.
A student from Wutong Academy lifted his head, scratching it in confusion: "Why do I feel like the weather is about to change?"
"No way, the sun is shining brightly," his companion looked up at the sky and then felt his somewhat prickly arm, "But it does seem a bit odd."
On the stands of Tianqiong Academy, Su Xue lifted her chin proudly and said to her second older sister, "Didn’t I say Xiao Liulang is amazing?"
Miss Su the Second glanced askance at her younger sister: "Did you come to watch our Fourth Brother, or to watch that Xiao Liulang? I only hear ’Liulang this, Liulang that’ from you, not a word about Fourth Brother."
"I, I watch them both!" Su Xue’s face flushed as she watched the dashing young man on the polo field, "Didn’t he just take down the Shaolin Warrior Monk?"
Miss Su the Second said, "Why didn’t you mention when Fourth Brother scored a goal?"
Su Xue pouted, "I did! You just didn’t hear it!"
Miss Su the Second: Yes, I’m deaf, aren’t I?
Miss Su the Second was dragged here against her will. She wasn’t very interested in the polo match, but after watching for a while, she found it rather good. That fellow Xiao Liulang might not be striking in appearance, but inexplicably, he exuded a fiery heroism.
It’s no wonder her sister kept staring at him.
On the stands opposite Tianqiong Academy, Duke Zhao II laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, that’s the way to do it!"
The tips of the Duke’s fingers tapped irregularly on the armrest, also indicating his pleasure.
Only Miao Ruoxin wore an unhappy expression; she disliked Xiao Liulang and hoped he would lose. "Aren’t Shaolin Warrior Monks supposed to be formidable? Could it be he’s cheating?"
Duke Zhao II didn’t like this kind of talk.
If Xiao Liulang were cheating, couldn’t he feel it? Besides, the referee, a master of internal energy himself, would have already penalized Xiao Liulang if he dared to break the rules.
What’s up with this Miao Ruoxin?
Why on earth would Big Brother want to adopt this girl as his goddaughter?
Recalling the words Big Brother had written on the bedside table last time, for the first time, Duke Zhao II thought his brother’s mind must be broken.
With so many people to care for, why care for Miao Ruoxin?
Duke Zhao II had no idea he had misunderstood his brother’s intentions, proving that there indeed was no tacit understanding between them, not having come from the same womb.
Back on the polo field, Gu Jiao once again seized the ball. As the Shaolin Warrior Monk rode over to take the ball, Gu Jiao curved her lips and again powerfully struck the ball away. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
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