It was almost noon, and there were more than a hundred young men left in the martial arts field. They were divided into two groups again, holding wooden weapons, staring at their opponents with timidity.

As soon as the snare drum sounded, the young listeners roared at the same time and rushed forward quickly.

The competition in the past two hours has consumed a lot of physical strength and has also aroused the blood of the young people. The competition has stopped and the action has become more and more rapid and fierce. Most of the winner can be decided by a few encounters.

Bang!

Another one was beaten to the ground.

The one who landed was Zhu Qijue.

Zhu Qijue's face was even more handsome than a woman. At this time, it was bruised and swollen, almost swollen into a pig's head.

These ill-ethical bastards! They were jealous of him being handsome, and they greeted him with fists! Zhu Qijue gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart. He raised his hand to sign for admit defeat, and then struggled to slowly get up.

The imperial guard who was responsible for recording the scores, looked sympathetic and asked, "Honor Zhu, did you withdraw from the competition?"

Zhu Qijue gritted his teeth and said, "No, I want to continue the competition."

The imperial guards were in awe.

After twenty games, he won six games and lost fourteen games. It is not surprising that he lost more than he lost. What is strange is that this second young master Zhu, who was spoiled at first sight, had persisted until now.

Still have to be beaten!

What a commendable courage!

...

He Qi, who had already won his opponent's leisure, stepped over and patted Zhu Qijue on the shoulder: "Cousin, how do you feel now?"

Zhu Qijue was almost slapped by him and said with a bitter face: "My cousin is merciful."

He Qi laughed silently, withdrew his hand and whispered: "If you can't hold on, don't force it."

As long as you can hold on to the general election of the imperial guards, you can always compete. However, if you fight repeatedly and have a low score, you will not be able to be selected. It would be okay to withdraw earlier.

Zhu Qijue looked strong and determined: "No, I want to continue the competition. I promised my cousin that I must do it."

He Qi: "..."

In the past half a month, He Qi practiced Zhu Qijue and the other two every day, and often used words to "inspire" them: "No one is allowed to withdraw from the competition halfway! You must persevere to the end! Otherwise, let's see how I deal with you!"

I have to say all kinds of such words three or five times every day. Now it seems that the two lazy guys Zheng San and Ye Si didn't listen to it. Zhu Qijue, who listened to him the most, remembered it in his heart.

Looking at his cousin who was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen, He Qi was also very distressed and whispered: "Don't rush forward stupidly. If you can't beat it, you can admit defeat early! Also, protect your head and face more."

Zhu Qijue nodded with a smile. He grinned, touching the bruises on his face, and he couldn't help but exclaim in pain.

He Qi quietly glanced at the boy who had beaten Zhu Qijue before. The boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, had a striking black mole on his face.

The black-mole boy was swept by his fierce cold eyes and his back suddenly became cold.

The snare drum sounded again, and it was time to conduct the next competition.

Coincidentally, He Qi's opponent in this battle was the Black Mole Boy.

He Qi won twenty consecutive games, and each game was very short. The young men in the martial arts are shocked by the ears and eyes.

When the black-mole boy saw that his opponent was He Qi, his scalp became numb. As soon as the snare drum sounded, he rushed to open his mouth and said, "I don't need to compete in this game, I agree..."

Before the word "力" was revealed, He Qi's long sword had already reached his chest.

The black mole boy had to raise his knife to block it.

Next, he had no chance to admit defeat. In less than a moment, he was chopped down the long knife in his hand and kicked away heavily.

Zhu Qijue, who lost another game, was not in a hurry to get up, and looked at the black mole boy with relish. When the black mole boy was kicked and unable to move, he kindly reminded him: "If you can't beat him, just admit defeat early. Look at me, I haven't been beaten much."

Black Mole Boy: "…"

The boy with black moles was crying.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to admit defeat. He Qi didn’t give him a chance to speak!

...

At this moment, there was a commotion in the martial arts fair.

He Qi glanced at him and saw that the Marquis of Pingxi and Marquis of Yong'an entered the martial arts field at some time.

It is common for military generals to fight. However, the only one who can invite the King of Yong'an to fight in front of the emperor is his uncle Pingxi.

He Qi was both funny and helpless.

Pingxi Hou was an excellent general, good at training troops, extremely skilled and had obvious shortcomings. Pingxi Hou did not like to be apologized, and was upright and straightforward. It was the opposite of Yong'an Hou, who was scheming and good at craftsmanship.

The Marquis of Pingxi disliked the Marquis of Yong'an, and it was common to provoke him. However, it was the first time that he had a fight in front of the emperor.

Pei Zhang, who also defeated his opponent, also frowned.

My father is good at wisdom and his skills are pretty good. However, he is just not a match for Pingxihou! How could he take action in front of the saint today?

Pingxi Hou’s specialty weapon is a spear. He took a wooden spear from the weapon stand and provocatively rushed to Yong'an Hou: "Don't say I bully you, I will give you three moves."

The Marquis of Yong'an can bend and stretch out: "You are willing to let the three moves yourself have nothing to do with me."

Pooh!

He is still good at getting a cheaper one!

The Marquis of Pingxi was furious and made up his mind to teach the Marquis of Yong'an a lesson today so that he could make a fool of himself in front of the sage.

Yong'an Hou used a sword.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger, one inch short and one inch dangerous.

The Marquis of Yong'an held the hilt of the sword and rushed to the front of the Marquis of Pingxi. The Marquis of Pingxi kept his promise and only defended the first three moves but did not attack. After the three moves passed, he shook the spear in his hand and pulled up the dazzling spear.

With just a few meetings, the Marquis of Yong'an was defeated step by step.

Pei Zhang was both worried and anxious, and subconsciously stepped forward a few steps.

At this moment, the snare drum sounded again. The next round of competition began.

Pei Zhang had no choice but to withdraw his gaze and fight against his opponent in the next round. Those who could survive more than twenty games were not weak. Pei Zhang was uneasy and was caught in a disadvantage by the opponent's attack.

Pei Zhang had to force himself to calm down and quickly recovered his disadvantages, defeating his opponent after one stick of incense.

At this moment, a burst of noisy laughter suddenly rang in my ears.

Pei Zhang's heart sank and turned his head quickly.

The Marquis of Pingxi was like a dragon, and his moves were always in the vital light. The Marquis of Yong'an was dodging in the east and dodging in a very embarrassing manner.

As a military general, his ability to lead troops is important, and his own martial arts are equally important. Today, there are many generals in the martial arts arena, and the emperor and prince are all present. The Marquis of Yong'an was defeated in such a miserable manner, which is really a shameless person.

It’s better to just abandon the sword and admit defeat!

It is difficult for the Marquis of Yong'an to ride a tiger.

If you continue to fight, you are embarrassed. If you give up the sword and admit defeat, how can you raise your head in front of the Marquis of Pingxi in the future? Not to mention, the emperor and the princes are watching, you can't lose too much!

He Qi, who won another game, silently looked at the Marquis of Pingxi who was full of energy and great power.

In his previous life, the Marquis of Yong'an made enemies because of the matter.
Chapter completed!