In the stands, the prince was dumbfounded: "It's over? win?" He can also watch the sand table, but he is not sophisticated, and Minghui moves fast and speaks fast, and he is not good at fighting, so he naturally can't keep up with the rhythm, until the cheers of those young soldiers wake him up.

In any case, Nabuhua sat on the ground sweating profusely, but everyone could understand it, Yin Minghui won!

"Ha, what did the envoy say just now? Let Yin Minghui think about it for two quarters of an hour before arguing, right?" the fourth prince sighed, "Is there two quarters of an hour now?"

"It won't take more than two quarters of an hour," although King Ruijun doesn't learn and can't do anything, it doesn't prevent him from admiring talented people, "Or how can they all say that the tiger father has no dog, some things are born, you say that he is only thirteen years old, how long can he learn? So, the king of this county is lacking a capable father!" "When he was young, he also had dreams, the first was to be a martial arts hero who fought all over the world like an old man in the middle of the mountain, and the second was an invincible general like Yin Zhao who smiled proudly on the battlefield.

Fourth Prince: "......" I don't want to speak, I want to change my seat! Only Uncle Fu Wang and Uncle Jing Wang can tolerate this guy's strange thoughts.

Everyone around: "...... "If you don't have a father who is the prince, you will definitely be miserable now!"

King Fu ignored King Ruijun, who regretted that his father was not capable enough, and he was thoughtful: "No wonder the emperor deliberately asked people to escort the Yin family's brothers and sisters into the palace, do you think they were prepared for a long time? The emperor has long known that Yin Minghui is familiar with the art of war? Or is it talented?" Everyone thinks that the emperor wants to use this sister to boost the morale of the army, but in fact, people have already secretly Chen Cang, just for the sake of winning by surprise at this moment?

"Do you mean that the emperor has already calculated that the envoy of the Usolan Kingdom will propose a competition?" King Jing sneered, "You think too much!"

King Fu "snapped" and withdrew the folding fan that had been shaking in his hand: "What do you think of the next martial arts competition?" Because Yin Minghui was a closed disciple of the old man in the middle of the mountain after all, they had always thought that the best result was that Yin Minghui could narrowly win one or two moves in the martial arts competition, and then the overall competition result was a draw. No, the most unlikely part of the art of war, Yin Minghui won easily. If you win again in the martial arts link, this is going to heaven?

"Let's look at it first," King Jing smiled, "and it seems to be below." ”

Everyone turned their eyes to the school field again, and Na Buhua, who drank water and changed his clothes, stood there again, with a little more anger on his body, if he couldn't get rid of it, at least abolish Yin Minghui, today's shame would be engraved in his memory for the rest of his life. His game of "Northern Desert Stalemate", Master Yamamoto Hashitaro couldn't break the game, but let this kid easily solve it, is it a coincidence? No matter what, whether it's a coincidence or a genius, he must let this little rabbit cub fold on this school field today!

Minghui is simple, he has to practice every day, so he likes to wear short fights, today because he wants to enter the palace, he directly put on a brocade robe outside, and a set of short combat practice clothes of fine cotton is directly used as a middle coat.

At this time, he walked to the side, took off his robe under the cover of a big wooden sign in the corner, and then put the brocade robe on the wooden card, and ran back to the middle of the school field neatly.

"Ahem," the emperor asked amusedly, "This kid didn't expect to compete today, right?"

Ming Ze shook his head helplessly: "When he needs to wear a robe when he goes out, he always wears a mid-coat like this, saying that it is convenient to take off the exercises, so his short training clothes are made of muslin, and the eldest sister is specially designed for people to make, loose and comfortable for practice, and it will not look bloated and strange when wearing a robe." ”

The emperor nodded secretly, so the excellence of these two brothers is inseparable from the thoughtful and meticulous upbringing of their eldest sister.

Off the field, Minghui, who was about to enter, was stopped by Shi Xin, Shi Xin wrapped a cowhide soft whip around Minghui's waist and whispered a few words. No one knew what he said, only to see Minghui turn his head and glance at Na Buhua on the field, nodded solemnly to Shi Xin, and then Shi Xin patted him on the shoulder and left.

"Didn't you see that Nabuhua took a big knife?" King Ruijun began to shout again, "At least bring a sword to Yin Minghui, what is the use of that cowhide soft whip? "The Dragon Sword Technique of the Old Man in the Mid-Mountains ranks first in the Jianghu Sword Technique, Yin Minghui should be able to use a sword, right?

The fourth prince glanced at King Ruijun with disgust, noisy!

The other half of the stands, because Minghui easily won a game and was in a good mood, was also curious: "Minghui uses a whip on weekdays?"

Zhiruo shook his head: "I have used it, but I don't use it often, the sword is more commonly used, but he is mainly practicing boxing at present." In the words of the old man in the middle of the mountain, Minghui has an extraordinary understanding of the half-level boxing method, and the half-mountain drunken boxing is simply tailor-made for him, so both the master and apprentice are currently focusing on the boxing method.

"Then why did you give him a leather whip instead of a sword?" The Queen Mother felt even more strange, and she still had to tie the whip to her body?

Zhiruo shook her head: "The little girl doesn't know either," but she believed that there must be a reason for what Shi Xin did. They are brothers in the same sect, Shi Xin has pointed out Minghui's martial arts many times, and he is very familiar with Minghui's martial arts path, skills, weaknesses and so on. She didn't know anything else, at least she knew, that Minghui was definitely not as experienced as he was using a sword directly now.

After the Queen Mother finished asking, she also felt funny, Yin Zhiruo is a girl's family, and she doesn't know martial arts, what's the use of asking her?

As he spoke, the off-the-field had already begun. Because of the fiasco in the first game, Na Buhua didn't have so many words this time, and she didn't have any grace, so she raised her machete directly when she came up......

"My mother!" exclaimed King Ruijun, "this man is angry, isn't he? such a murderous one?"

The fourth prince also sat up straight, this time he didn't dislike the noise of the king of Ruijun, and he also found that Nabu Hua was full of anger.

As the figures of the two people off the field became faster and faster, the atmosphere in the entire stands became tense, Pan Jiaming frowned, whispered a few words to the second cylinder, and the second cylinder quickly left.

Only a few people noticed that after a while, there were a few more people in the four corners of the school field, staring closely at the center of the field from different angles, and moving their positions silently as the situation in the center of the field changed.

There were already many young generals standing outside the red line around the school field and watching the battle nervously, so if you didn't pay special attention, it was really not easy to notice those people.

And Zhiruo happened to be one of the few people who noticed. She was worried that Minghui would be plotted, so in addition to staring at the field, she would also subconsciously look for the figures of Na Buhua's subordinates, and scan the surroundings, but she just saw the second tube and a few people coming out of the far corner, and then those people were quietly scattered in the four corners of the school field.

Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief, obviously, Pan Jiaming had the same worries as her, and began to make arrangements.

A warm current surged in his heart, and Zhiruo subconsciously went to find Pan Jiaming's figure, only to find that at some point, he and Xiao Feng also changed places. From their point of view, and from a high place, if the Buhua is cheating, it is easy for them to find out, even if it is relatively easy to shoot, because there is no one next to cover it. And Pan Jiaming looked like he was relying on his privilege to find a good position to watch the game, and no one paid special attention to it. Therefore, the name of the ruffian is sometimes quite useful.

The battle off the field became more and more intense, Nabu was ruthless and aggressive, Yin Minghui was light and agile, and he overcame rigidity with softness. At the beginning, there were still people who felt that Minghui had been hiding passively, but then slowly found that he hid so skillfully every time, and those who knew martial arts only knew how much shock the flower had to withstand just by listening to the sound of the sword wind and the spark caused by the friction between the big knife and the sand and gravel on the ground. Shi Xin in the stands nodded slightly, the little junior brother's drunken boxing skills were more solid than him and the second junior brother Qi Haotian.

After doing so for ten moves, seeing that Nabu Hua became more and more irritable and his strength decreased, Minghui began to fight back.

I saw that he suddenly grabbed Na Bu Hua's right wrist as fast as lightning and pulled it forward, Na Bu Hua lost his balance before he could react, and the whole person was knocked down, at that moment, Minghui bent his knee against his wrist and grabbed the knife in his hand.

If it's a real point-to-point competition, it's over.

No, before everyone cheered, when Minghui began to unload, the whole person suddenly shrank, broke away from Minghui's control, swept under his feet, and raised the sand and dust in the sky, which was like something glued like a big cloth about to wrap Minghui.

Fortunately, Minghui did not fully relax after receiving Shi Xin's warning before, and had already reacted quickly when the sand was raised, and took out the cowhide whip on his waist and waved it, the rotating whip shadow was as fast as a phantom, and soon, the sand and dust fell like rain.

Before he came back to his senses, Na Buhua flew another foot of sand, Minghui's whip had already wrapped around his raised right foot, and with a wave of it, Na Buhua's whole person was spun up and spun around a few times, and then fell to the ground with a "bang" and couldn't get up.

The young soldiers gathered on the edge of the school yard cheered like thunder, rushed up to surround Minghui, and threw him up again and again, and then caught him, and then threw him again, and caught him again......

The emperor stood up with laughter: "Someone come, pass on the imperial doctor, and send the envoy of Nabuhua to the post house for treatment and recuperation." The two countries are at war, and we still have to send them back in good health. Hahaha!"

Zhiruo's tightly clenched hands only relaxed at this moment, and when the sand and dust flew up to Minghui just now, her heart was about to jump out. Ninjutsu, although she doesn't know which kind of ninjutsu this belongs to, but she knows that it must be ninjutsu. But at that moment, it was difficult for either her or anyone else to make a move, and the secret weapon was definitely useless.

Moreover, to be precise, Nabuhua's behavior is still in the competition, although it is more despicable.

Fortunately, Minghui wielded a cowhide whip.