Hua Rong stood in the martial arts arena at home, with a stick in one hand and a back behind his back, staring at Zhao Yue, who was picking up a weapon in front of the weapon rack, while despising and puzzled, he also felt a sense of helplessness.

At that time, Zhao Yue saw him standing on the steps in front of the door and looking down at him, his eyes were disdainful, and his welcoming attitude was not as good as the polite sister-in-law Gu on the surface, obviously not allowing him to enter the door, but how could he retreat.

It's not thick-skinned.

The habit and momentum of the technology maniac to focus on the goal made Zhao Yue accustomed to facing difficulties. Hua Rong is like a scientific research project that he needs to win quickly, in line with the principle of striving for efficiency in everything and saving time as much as possible, he came with good intentions, who cares about the attitude of the project.

Don't let in the visit?

That's where I'm here to take on the challenge.

With the temperament of a hero and a hero, he naturally faces the battle. He came in easily, and he didn't have the consciousness that this was also a scoundrel.

Hua Rong also knew that the little bully wanted to enter the door, but he really couldn't stop it.

The soft is not effective against such wicked people.

Hard, no matter how hateful Zhao Yue is, he has no grievances or hatred, people are admiring him, and Hua Rong can't really drive him out. Under the power system of the power belief country, he can't afford to provoke a strong Yanai with a good big brother, not to mention killing Zhao Yue to eliminate harm for the people, it is to provoke this kind of Yanei, just afraid that he will come to the door with disasters, only hurt his skin, but I am afraid that it is not as simple as losing his official position and resigning.

The important thing is that this family is the public property of the imperial court, a combination of the deputy yamen and the residence, and the yamen with a deep background can find an excuse to enter the yamen casually, and do not go to the private back house to make trouble, who can stop him?

Hua Rong is a strong man in force and spirit, but like Lin Chong, he is also a weak martial artist under the pressure of power, and if he is weak, he has to be tolerant, even if he doesn't consider the excuse of the competition, he can only give in and let it in.

With anger in his heart, Hua Rong also wanted to take the opportunity to teach this arrogant little bully a lesson.

Zhao Yue does not compare arrows, the excuse is that his strength is not successful, and it is unfair to compare arrows. Let's compare weapons.

Hua Rong is confident, and he chooses it.

At first, he wanted to use his usual gun, but he had to give up.

Because of his age, he hasn't practiced his marksmanship to be able to retract and release freely, and he hasn't mastered the sense of proportion to the pinnacle of poise, so he will miss and get injured, and even kill the little bully.

Who knows what the martial arts are like in this bastard's yaya?

Seeing that his body is much larger than that of children of the same age, but the immaturity on his face is undoubtedly clear, and he should be about the same age as the child next to him. What high skills can a young gentleman have? I don't know the depth, I'm blind, if his three-legged cat kung fu hits the muzzle of the gun and dies, I won't sit and pull.

I have to guard against it.

It's much safer to use a stick.

Guns, guns, these two have a lot in common. A stick pressed to the head of a gun is a gun. A master of making a gun must also be an expert at making a stick.

Hua Rong is conceited and can teach this arrogant scoundrel a good lesson. It's just that I feel heartwarming that I have to be tolerant and retreat, and my chest is clogged.

Zhao Yue also picked a stick there, but he chose one, shook it, turned a few stick head circles, and put it back, and after selecting three or four sticks, he didn't seem to find a satisfactory one.

Scared?

Hua Rong glanced at Zhao Yue obliquely: Pretending. I have all these weapons and clubs, and you can always choose one.

Zhao Yue picked up the long stick, and turned to look at Hua Rong with empty hands: "Hua Zhizhai is really diligent in practicing martial arts. The texture of these sticks is not good, and they are all made to have dark wounds inside, and they are not used. ”

Hua Rong was stunned for a moment, and then disdainful: This kind of excuse can also be found? It's late, you propose a competition, and you have to compete if you don't compete today. If I don't beat you, where will the anger in my heart be gone?

"You don't believe that?"

Zhao Yue grinned and smoked one casually, played a few times casually, and suddenly swept towards the big tree next to him.

There was a snap.

Hua Rong was horrified to see the long stick thick with duck eggs cracking and breaking from the middle: This kid is so strong, it turns out that he really has the capital of a little bully.

Zhao Yue grinned and pointed out the broken part to Hua Rong.

"Look, is there a dark pattern in this?"

Dry sticks, who can tell anything from the criss-crossing hairy bud cracks?

But Hua Rong is a gentleman, a true hero and a good person, and he will not be a scoundrel to deny the possibility of dark cracks.

As for saying that Zhao Yue has such a subtle level of perception ability that he can test it out casually, he doesn't believe it. This kid is powerful, and he uses this to show off and intimidate.

Zhao Yue didn't dwell on this either, he chose a whistle stick, also called a Qi Mei stick, and said with a big grin: "Make do with this one." ”

The cowhide coaxed so hard that the arrogant little Li Guang looked at it.

The jousting begins. The Lord is at his disposal.

But the little bully doesn't know how to be polite and doesn't strike first. Hua Rong will not be polite to a little villain, and his starting hand is a flat gun, which pierces Zhao Yue's chest, but the speed slows down.

Friends who have played tennis and badminton know that the fastball on the chest facing the door is actually not easy to catch, because it is inconvenient to exert force. The Zhongping gun looks ordinary, but it is powerful.

With Hua Rong's force, if he stabs him with a stick, the middle one will also have broken bones and collapsed chests, and he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

He didn't know how good Zhao Yue was, he was worried that he would be injured, even if he couldn't end his life with a stick, he could only slow down. Hua Rong once again felt helpless.

Zhao Yue turned to one side.

The stick misses and is worn under the armpit. Hua Rong had already planned a move, and with a backhand, he wanted to knock down Zhao Yue and make him make a fool of himself, teach him a little lesson, and let him retreat in the face of difficulties, but he didn't want to be like dialing on the mountain.

Zhao Yue didn't move, grabbed the stick with his hand, pushed it outward, and sent the stick back.

"Hua Zhizhai is too small to look down on me. Who can you hurt with your useless skills? ”

**Naked provocation, good arrogant tone.

Hua Rong was arrogant together, and his heart was on fire, "Let you, you are still energetic." ”

It doesn't change the move, it's another flat gun. This time it's different, both ruthless and fast. But unexpectedly, Zhao Yue retreated on tiptoe and dodged again, seemingly very relaxed.

The little villain doesn't seem to be simple, and he has made a name for himself, not just by relying on his family's power and thugs.

Hua Rong put some more forces and began to gradually increase the speed of the attack.

But in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen have passed. Zhao Yue only dodged, and he couldn't dodge before he parried one or two, and he still didn't fight back, still looking calm and unhurried.

Hua Rong was secretly surprised, stepped back to wipe the hot sweat, and took the opportunity to take a look at Zhao Yue's three companions.

Liu Tong, the child of Zhao Yue's self-proclaimed milk brother, sat on the stone bench under the shade of the tree on the side, leisurely crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at the excitement with a happy expression.

The two guards stood in the shade in the distance, and although they looked at this side, they were listless, exuding a bored look that the bodyguards should not have. It seems that they are not worried that something will happen to their master.

Hua Rong was more awake, and immediately realized that this little bully was only afraid that he was a hard hand who could not be seen and could not be speculated by common sense, and he would never be a waste man who could only bully others.

He didn't keep his hands anymore, and started the family marksmanship, and suddenly the big gun went out to sea like a dragon, and the evil python turned over, the stick sound was fierce, and the anger was full.

But dozens of times passed, and Zhao Yue still dodged and parried steadily, not fighting back.

Hua Rong could see that Zhao Yue's eyesight and reaction speed were very comparable, and if he worked together, the other party would be able to make a judgment and take precautions, not only to avoid this blow, but also to almost disintegrate the back hand that he was preparing to continuously press on so much that he could not use it.

I was amazed in my heart, but I was not convinced, and there was an inexplicable surge of excitement.

Regardless of whether the opponent is good or bad, he should be given a minimum of respect if he is a master.

Hua Rong no longer blindly despised his character, and reminded him: "Zhao Yanei, be careful." ”

Start casting your family ultimate.

Zhao Yue increased his strength and speed to parry and dodge, and after a period of chaos, he finally broke up the first wave of attack, and said with a smile: "This is the practical marksmanship." ”

The Hua family's marksmanship has been improved by his father's actual combat test at the border pass, and the power is not really bad. It's just that Hua Rong usually has no opponents to practice and compete, and he lacks actual combat experience, and he doesn't dare to really let go of his hands and feet, and the power of his marksmanship is greatly reduced.

In addition, he also had the fatal flaws of the Song army, which were almost universal in the vicious battles.

"Hua Zhizhai, you are a good person, you are not ruthless, and you are not used to attacking aggressively and attacking again, which causes your marksmanship to be not fierce and fierce. This kind of heavy defense is not heavy attack as typical as the military soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, and no matter how exquisite the martial arts are, it is only against ordinary troops. In the melee on the battlefield, encountering a brutal army that is mainly crazy and attacking, fierce and not afraid of death, it must be sent to death. ”

The Jurchen army is just a group of barbarians living in the deep mountains and wilderness, lacking the exquisite martial arts inheritance and learning of the Central Plains, so naturally they are not all strong in martial arts. It was able to defeat dozens of enemies with inferior equipment and inferior troops, and finally swept across the two major countries in East Asia, and the battle was a ferocious attack and attack by a group that was not afraid of death.

"If you can parry again, you can't quickly and effectively cut down the opponent, you can only attract a more crazy siege, if you don't die, who will die? Only a ferocious and efficient attack can deter the opponent and open the way for blood. ”

Hua Rong didn't like to listen, but he also realized that what he had practiced was lacking in high efficiency.

At this time, Liu Tong's stomach gurgled, and he suddenly lost interest in watching the excitement, and muttered, "Are you still fighting?" We are guests. My fourth brother plays with you, and you heroes don't know how to entertain us? ”