Father and son meet on the battlefield

During the martial arts competition every year, there are things that resolve personal grudges. When such things happen, that is, when the bets start.

Therefore, when this competition signed a life and death document was the most popular among the residents of Huangsha City. So when the competition began, the audience was full of speculation about the future win or loss.

For the audience, it doesn't matter who they live or die. What's important is that the living person can bring huge benefits to themselves.

"Have you heard that? That Zhao Fubo is the second young master of the Zhao family. He has never beaten his elder brother in the competition at home..."

"No, although his father was both civil and military, he... I even heard that he had been defeated by a Mamluk some time ago..."

The residents of Huangsha City are not as clear as those in the Zhao family's mansion. According to their ideas, if they were defeated by a Mamluk, they would definitely lose this time.

But there are also those who know how to do it, secretly inquire about the choices of the guards in the Zhao family's mansion.

"Did you see it? They chose the second master, I'm afraid that the second master is as brave as his father!"

Indeed, Zhao Fubo's father, Zhao Weinan, met his biological mother, Ejitane at the martial arts competition.

More people who cannot hear the news can only look at Zhao Fubo's clothes.

"Look at what he is wearing, I have never seen it before!"

"You know, that's the fine scale armor of our Song Dynasty. As for his chest..."

To be honest, Zhao Fubo's gorgeous and exaggerated breastplate on his chest does not belong to this world, nor even what he should have in this era.

Because there has never been a breastplate with reinforced ribs in it. This breastplate with reinforced ribs has much better defense against heavy weapons than scale armor.

The mighty tiger-headed shoulder pads and the iron helmet with red tassels are clearly native to the Song Dynasty.

Some of the people who probably came here with Grandpa Zhao Fubo, but when they saw this armor similar to the armor of the Song Dynasty, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

"This second master Fu Bo has the mighty power of a general of the Song Dynasty. I just hope that he can fulfill the promise of the old master!"

As for the old man’s promise, no one knows what it is. As for whether it will succeed, it still takes time to prove it.

Some people from Jifengzhuang bought Zhao Fubo in a quiet manner. As for why, we will find out immediately.

When Suffolk came on the court, the whole competition was also buzzing.

A black spear stands up on one side of the war horse, with a distinctive dragon-toothed zigzag spearhead, flashing in the sunlight with a shattered light.

Safforson was wearing Mamluk's heavy armor, and he felt a little proud in his heart while riding a horse.

"In order to kill that Zhao Fubo, my father really invested a lot of money!"

His words were because he rode the red war horse. If this horse was placed in front of the official of the Song Dynasty, it would definitely be called the "Red Rabbit" horse.

However, this horse is the bloody horse from Dayuan, which is the patriarchal breed of the Flying Fire Sky Beast, namely the Ahalte Jin Horse.

The Flying Fire and Sky Beast is the only Arab horse and Akhaltekin horse that have successfully crossed over the past decades.

Of course, the premise for the success of this hybridization is that in the Zhao family's Jifeng Village, there are a large population of Arabian horses and Akhardjin horses. Otherwise, how would you dare to talk about this?

Unfortunately, the flying fire burning sky beast was abducted by Zhao Fubo with a pot of lion urine. I am afraid that the loss of the direct line in the Mawang family is also one of the reasons why Zhao Wuji wanted to kill Zhao Fubo.

"Let them, father and son meet on the battlefield, let's see the result!"

The reason why Zhao Wuji could say this sentence so affirmatively is that the Ahalte Jin horse, as the patriarch, has passed cavalry training, while Zhao Fubo's Flying Fire Sky Beast is almost an adult horse without an adult.

Although it is strong in physique, it is far beyond its patriarchal and matriarchal levels in all aspects. However, it is its biggest disadvantage without training.

Sure enough, when Safowan came to the scene with his father of the Flying Fire Sky Beast, his horse also became a little restless, but then Safowan clamped his legs hard to make the horse, which quickly calmed down.

At this moment, the Flying Fire Sky Beast had already felt the arrival of his father. It turned its ears uneasy and its big nostrils kept moving, as if looking for the breath of his father.

If it is not so smart, or if it doesn't have these ideas, unfortunately, the Flying Fire Sky Beast is really an overly smart horse.

When it felt the breath of his father, it became uneasy.

"Hey, what's wrong? What's wrong with you? Calling a beast, what's wrong with you!"

Zhao Fubo bent down and patted his neck to soothe the flying fire burning sky beast that became a little restless.

But the Flying Fire Sky Beast made a low neighing sound at this time, ignoring Zhao Fubo's strong pull, but kept coming to the front of the sweaty and bloody horse.

In the eyes of the audience outside the court, he thought that Zhao Fubo's horse had lost control. Many people believed that when the two met, he had already lost.

"Shh..."

Boos came from the field, mixed with the screams of Arabs swaying their tongues.

"What did you say? That little bad horse won't fall into the training at this time!"

Although Martin's words made everyone not very clear, everyone else could understand them.

"Zhemaer, send my rouge to Fubo. If it fails, replace it with another horse. This little bad horse, at this time..."

Shu Yuer, who has been in this battle in the future, has already made all his sacrifices. At this time, the flying fire burning beast that has been trained will definitely not have a good end.

Zhao Fubo became nervous because of the horse's restlessness, but no matter whether he stroked his neck to comfort or pull the rein, the Feihuo Rising Heaven Beast was still trying to lean against the horse opposite.

Just then, Zhemalla came the rouge horse. Just like its name, it was as beautiful as the color of rouge.

After living in Huangsha City for a long time, most residents recognize any kind of horse that is good. When Zhao Fubowei saw the rouge horses, they shouted loudly.

"Switch horses...change horses..."

Others followed suit and started to cheer. If Zhao Fubo sat down, the horse, who seemed to be frightened, was even more scared.

At this time, Safowan had already determined in his heart that Zhao Fubo would definitely lose. Although Safowan had tried the great gun in his hand, he had been exploring ways to deal with it for a while, not having the ability to resist.

Therefore, when the Flying Fire Sky Beast became even more difficult to control in the roar of nearby audiences, he urged the horse to sing.

"ha……"

The dragon tooth saw in his hand stabbed Zhao Fubo to the ground, which was also the trick he had practiced against the big gun for a long time.

The power of internal shooting skills is that when you are proficient in "listening to the strength" and "exercising the strength" freely, you can turn your opponent's heavy weapons into a weapon of suicide. No matter what internal shooting skills or other internal skills are, the focus is on "borrowing the strength and hitting the strength".

"Sthorn" is the fastest and most difficult method to leverage. This is why Safowan was in the head.

At this time, Zhao Fubo certainly had no intention of changing horses, just as he would not use a whip to repair him hard because of Xiao Hei Tan's naughtyness.

The uneasiness and irritability of the Flying Fire Sky Beast was just an unhappy brother who had not known what kind of complaints he had suffered. Of course, it was not abandonment, but more comforting.

But in an instant, the other party shouted loudly and launched an attack.

Compared with the big gun, the spear is much heavier. Especially when the sweaty horse rushed forward, the spear had already arrived in front of Zhao Fubo like lightning.

In desperation, Zhao Fubo had to raise the spear in his hand and block the spear that was entering the empty door in front of his chest.

There was no time to prepare him or let him use the big gun in his hand, so Zhao Fubo had to use the dark red gun rod in his hand to force it out.

"Super"

In the violent collision between the two weapons, Zhao Fubo, who was not as powerful as Saffwan, felt his arms numb and his mouth hurt, and he almost let go of his spear.

"This guy has such a great power!"

But before he could react, Safowan, who had gained the initiative by relying on the raid, quickly stabbed another spear.

Zhao Fubo, who had no time to move the gun, had to wave the big gun in his hand and block the shot again.

With a crisp "sigh" sound, Zhao Fubo's shot failed to completely collapse.

The spear in Safowan's hand, which was blocked, swept across Zhao Fubo's shoulder like a lightning bolt. At the moment when two horses and one stirrup, the dragon tooth sawed swept across.

The two collisions had already numb Zhao Fubo's arms. He knew that if he had blocked this time, the big gun in his hand would definitely fly out, so he had to twist his waist desperately.

"Super"

Another crisp sound, Zhao Fubo was hit on one side of his body. If it weren't for the moment when he was caught in the spear, he tilted his body.

The body was slightly tilted, causing the dragon tooth sawing's horn to have a thin serrated blade to pass through the breastplate and pass through the side of the arm.

The consequence of the sharp serrated blade passing through the arm was that the scales that protected the wall were cut open and a wound appeared on Zhao Fubo's arm.

The cut wound just now didn't feel pain, a hot numbness was spreading out from the wound, and a heat flow came down from the arm.

Zhao Fubo felt dizzy. This was the reason why the body secreted high concentration of adrenaline when he was hit by the spear.

He bent down and leaned on the horse's neck, subconsciously reached out and grabbed the reins of the Flying Fire Sky Beast, close to the horse's mouth.

Zhao Fubo's actions of lying on the horse's neck even made Sanniang stand up in the main stand. Her face, which had never been nervous before, turned pale at this time.

Shu Yuer, who was in the teahouse nowhere, screamed at this time.
Chapter completed!