Bu'an temporarily asked for a substitution, disrupting all deployments. In the previous ten-year comparison, each battalion had already selected top-notch figures, and today it is even more interesting to select people from among the remaining "mediocre talents."

However, the ratio is a military training, not for anyone to see. Whether there is a look or not is not in Bu'an's consideration.

The Seventh Division marched to this point, and it was less than a day's journey from the place where the moon worshippers were afflicted. Unknown dangers are looming, and the more you prepare, the more you can make a living, and the more you have a chance of winning. This doesn't need to be explained by Bu'an, everyone actually understands.

Maybe it's because I lowered my expectations, but I was still a little surprised when I saw the actual competition.

If nothing else, the discipline of the men and horses in each battalion alone, and the momentum generated by it, were even higher than they had been ten days earlier.

I saw six battalions of people, divided into six phalanxes, in each phalanx, are the main and deputy commanders in the lead, about to enter the first station of the five people standing side by side, there is no task for the time being, although there is no horizontal and vertical formation consciousness, but also stand straight.

It's barely majestic. Bu An imagined that if a flag was erected in each battalion, the flag would flutter in the wind, and it would really have a bit of the momentum of the battlefield soldiers.

In just a few days, from the recklessness of the rivers and lakes when he walked out of Yuezhou, to the current mental outlook, it is really gratifying.

On the slope between the cols, no one spoke, and a pair of eyes looked at Bu'an in unison, just waiting for him to give the order to compete.

At this time, there should be a herald...... Bu An was in a good mood, reached out to his waist and touched it, wanting to pull out the long sword he was carrying, but he felt that it was too middle two, so he couldn't help it.

"Lan Ying comes first!" he beckoned to the phalanx on You Ping's side.

With this order, five people walked out of the blue camp, went straight to the central clearing, saluted with fists in front of Bu'an, and then turned around one after another to face the phalanx of the six battalions. These five are all men, the youngest is only sixteen or seventeen, and the older is in his early thirties, and his expressions are either excited, nervous, or forced to be calm and indifferent, like a group of athletes about to make their debut.

Bu An'an said, this way of saluting should be changed, holding fists and giving hands to the rivers and lakes, kowtowing and kneeling is not appropriate, it is really a bit nerve-wracking.

Also, now every time he personally orders, there is no sense of ceremony, and there is no intermediate buffer, when he encounters a stunned young man like Deng Xiaoxian, he has to reason with him with a few words, which is really unorthodox...... It really has to be a few pro-soldiers.

He thought about it for a moment, and when he saw that there was still no movement in the field, he said in a loud voice: "Which battalion dares to come to fight?"

In the first half of the competition, the blue battalion came out on top, and the rest of the battalions were not convinced, and now there is really an opportunity to provoke them, but no one is willing to come out - in case of defeat, the ugly ranking is a trivial matter, and the brothers in the camp have to retreat to the periphery of the thin aura, but it is terrible.

Seeing this, Bu An shook his head slightly, and was about to call his name, when he suddenly saw a person walking out of the white camp.

The man was about forty, not very tall, and his body was already a little fat, and he did not wear a scarf on his head as the rest of the people, but wore a foreign hat.

Bu An vaguely remembered that everyone in the white camp called this person a horse soldier, but they didn't know how much skill this person had under his hands. Seeing that he took the initiative to fight, I appreciated it a little.

However, the horse crew had only walked a few steps outside before being pulled by Deng Xiaoxian.

"Old horse, wait a little longer! Let them fight first, and we will wait for work. The flower priest did not deliberately lower his voice, everyone could hear it. Perhaps no one from the rest of the battalions came out of the ranks, and they had the same idea as him.

When the horse rider heard this, he had no choice but to retreat, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his fat face.

"It's all out! Don't go back! The first battle will be from the blue camp to the white camp!" Bu An was also a little curious about whether this rich-faced horseman could fight.

The five people in the white camp, led by Ma Yuanwai, responded to the call. Deng Xiaoxian looked a little depressed, but it was not easy to stop.

When these five people came to the center of the venue and stood three or four feet apart from the five people in the blue camp, Bu An said to the blind man again: "Blind, you pick someone who has eyesight and knows how to punch and kick, come over together!"

Blind Zhang didn't understand what this meant, but unlike the flower priest, as long as it was a step master, he never asked the reason, just did it. So after a while, the blind man led a tall and thin Taoist priest in his camp in his forties to Bu'an.

"Bu Ye, this Brother He, known as the White Crane Daoist, in his early years when he practiced in Qinglian Temple, he was a knowledgeable guest in the view, and he was sent to know many people in the rivers and lakes. ”

When Zhang Blind Man introduced, the tall and thin Taoist priest who was known as the White Crane Daoist looked useful.

"Master Bu is polite, poor He Qiqiong. The name of the White Crane Daoist ......" The tall and thin Taoist priest patted the white Taoist robe stained with mud, shook his head and said, "Don't mention it in the future." ”

This person has a handsome demeanor, if there is no mud covered in this body, there should be some fairy wind bones. Just heard him report his name, Bu An almost couldn't hold back a laugh: how much hatred this old Taoist priest's parents had with him, and he actually gave him the unlucky name of "how poor".

"There are different ways of practicing in the world, and as the saying goes, interlacing is like separating mountains, and I think most of the brothers are just watching the fun. From this time on, it will be up to the two of you to comment on everyone!" Bu'an's tone sounded quite calm, but in fact there was no room for negotiation and shirk.

Zhang Blind should claim that it is, and He Qiqiong, a person from the White Crane Dao, also acquiesced.

Bu An then opened his hands, waved forward lightly, and said loudly: "Come on!

The ten people in the field did not fight immediately, and they were still three or four feet away. It's just that between the five people in each group, they slowly walk, as if changing the formation.

There was a chaotic cheer and laughter and scolding from the audience.

"Interesting, the five people in the blue camp are all Dan Xiu, but the white camp is very mixed. Hakutsuru said calmly.

Bu An let out a soft "oh", and continued: "Be louder, make sure everyone can hear it." ”

The White Crane Daoist paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone was still slow and logical, but his voice was suddenly much louder, obviously using spiritual power.

"Bu Ye, please look, there are five people in this white camp, two of them are instrument cultivators, one Dan cultivator, and one is a formation cultivator, huh...... There is also a feng shui master. ”

As his voice rang out, the noise grew quieter.

"In my opinion, the Blue Battalion should fight quickly. The White Crane Daoist shook his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, the five people in the blue camp in the field suddenly exerted their strength in unison, advancing with swords, and the five figures drew five staggered trajectories, only pounced on the five people in the white camp.

The crowd roared.

Bu An looked at it steadily, and saw that after the five figures of the blue camp were staggered, an arc was drawn, and the originally parallel lines gathered in one place, and they were facing the only woman on the side of the white camp.

Attacking women like this, picking soft persimmons and pinching them, and putting them on the rivers and lakes is to be looked down upon, but in the military array, there is no such exquisiteness. Or even on the contrary, in order to win, one should do whatever it takes.

Bu An faintly approved, just to see how Bai Ying's side responded.

At this moment, a string of crisp bells sounded, and in a chaotic exclamation, it seemed to ride through the city, and the steel was unsheathed.