You punch, I kick. Simply fight for strength, fight for physical strength.

Until Yan Er threw the strong man over his shoulder and fell straight to the ground. There was a round of applause.

The strong man was open-minded, and if he lost, he lost, hugged his fist towards Yan Eryi, and retreated willingly.

Yan Er twisted his wrist, "Is there anything else that came up?" ”

The people below immediately coaxed: "The second master is mighty!" ”

"The second master is so powerful, who else dares to compete with the second master!"

Yan Er laughed, and just wanted to turn over and get off the field, but he glanced at Mo Nian who was looking over here from afar.

It was really too obvious in this group of rough men, the little boy was white and short, standing at the end of the crowd with his head held high, and his eyes were shinier in the sun than the ice on the edge of the lake in the cold winter of the north.

Yan Er moved his head, and the bones in his neck rang.

"Mo Nian, come up!"

The rough men suddenly followed Yan Er's line of sight and looked back.

The little boy who secretly stood at the end of the crowd and stole the teacher was stunned.

Yan Er stood on the martial arts arena and shouted at Mo Nian again: "Come up!" ”

Mo Nian didn't shirk either, "It's coming, please let me go." ”

Under the martial arts arena, there were people on the inner and outer three floors, and no one gave way to the little boy.

A teenager, short and thin, looks like a pampered noble boy in the capital.

Yan Er laughed: "Brothers, make way for Master Mo." ”

The soldiers realized it afterwards and made way for Mo Nian, but they just looked at Mo Nian's eyes, and they were not very friendly.

Second Master Yan is the ninth master's person, and they all know about this in the whole of Northern Xinjiang. There are many children in the capital who come to Northern Xinjiang and want to rub off on the military industry, not only is the Ninth Master unwilling to support those useless Cen Guigongzi, but the soldiers in Northern Xinjiang, no one is willing to raise them at all!

Therefore, people kept stuffing people in the capital, and the ninth master didn't pay attention to it, just one to throw to Yan Erye, and those noble sons who knew how to embroider their legs at most couldn't stand this suffering, and within two days, they all cried and shouted to go back.

So in this northern Xinjiang, almost all of them are rough men, and there is no pampered son. And this Mo Nian, it looks like a delicate one! What's more, he was still named by Second Master Yan!

The soldiers looked at Mo Nian's eyes, although there was a trace of sympathy, more disdain, and the vast majority of them were disgust.

From the disgust for Mo Cang.

On weekdays, Second Master Yan likes to stay in the martial arts arena in northern Xinjiang to play tricks on the noble sons of the capital. This Mo Gongzi will definitely be "taken care of" by Yan Erye.

Sure enough, even a chef in northern Xinjiang can turn over and jump into the martial arts arena, Mo Nian took a lot of effort just to climb up.

The soldiers all laughed, "Master Mo, you can't do this!" ”

"But isn't it, I said Mo Gongzi, you better go home and embroider!"

"Hahahaha, Little Master Mo, Northern Xinjiang is a place to kill people, according to your skills, let alone going to the battlefield, even getting on a horse is difficult!"

“……”

Mo Nian was still competing with the high fences on both sides of the martial arts arena.

The little boy is not like the boy in the capital, who takes his face very seriously. After all, even the work of padding people's feet has been done, and these words are nothing in the ears.

Mo Nian could even smile and ask for help from a few strong men close to the martial arts arena, "This thing is really not easy to turn, a few big brothers, can you help me?" ”

The young man's eyes were clear, bright and bright when he smiled.

Several big men were immediately stunned, and the fierce big man who was shouting before smiled embarrassedly, and stretched out his hand to push Mo Nian at the bottom.

The little boy borrowed his strength and stood firmly on the martial arts field.

"Thank you, big brothers!" Mo Nian learned from the big man who went down before, and rushed to the bottom to hug his fist.

The big man scratched his head and smiled honestly: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Little brother, you have to be careful!"

"Yes, the second master is the second person after the ninth master in our father's martial arts arena in Northern Xinjiang, little brother, you must not be reckless."

“……”

Most of the men in northern Xinjiang are open-minded and kind-hearted, and they don't have so many twists and turns like the capital, lest they kill each other.

The soldiers of Northern Xinjiang still have a little more kindness to a young man of such an age.

"Thank you, big brothers, Mo Nian will be careful." The little boy was much shorter than Yan Er, but he was not cowardly, and he still smiled at Yan Er's cold face: "Second Master Yan, please advise." ”

Yan Er only looked at the little boy coldly, he really deserved to be surnamed Mo, he was so cunning, and he gained a lot of kindness when he first arrived in Northern Xinjiang.

"Don't dare to teach you, go and choose a weapon, lest they say that I am bullying you."

Immediately, there was another applause: "Good! ”

Mo Nian smiled undiminishedly, and he didn't shirk, "Then Mo Nian will thank the second master!" ”

Hey, seeing that Mo Nianzhen went to choose a weapon, Yan Er licked his back molars, this kid's unpretentious temperament is quite likable. If it weren't for Mo Cangqiong's person, he could also consider taking this kid with him.

It's a pity that the surname is Mo.

Mo Nian didn't choose any spears and swords, only a dagger.

Yan Er: "That's it?" ”

Mo Nian: "Please teach the second master." ”

Okay, that's it.

Before Yan Er could react, he heard Mo Nian say, "I'm offended." ”

Mo Nian's toes instantly exerted force, the dagger went upward, and he rushed towards Yan Er in a daze.

Yan Er turned around and dodged, and did not forget to comment on Mo Nian, the skills are good, but unfortunately he is too immature.

The result was naturally predictable, the little boy who had only been dragged by the Yan family's secret guards for a few days was pressed to the ground by Yan Er after a few moves.

Weak scumbag Mo Nian: "......"

The little boy gritted his teeth, "Come again!" ”

Yan Er frowned, this kind of unilateral abuse of children is a complete waste of time.

It's a pity that the little boy didn't give Yan Er a chance to refuse, and at the moment when Yan Er let go of Mo Nian, he began to fight back.

Yan Er didn't make any effort, and easily pressed the little boy to the ground again.

Mo Nian: "...... Again. ”

Again.

Until Yan Er was a little panting, the little boy was lying on the ground panting.

In the martial arts arena, there was silence on and off the field.

Yan Er: "Are you still coming?" ”

“……”

The big man who had just helped Mo Nian to stage a martial arts arena roared violently, "Young Master Mo! Stand up! ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting: "Stand up!" Stand up! ”

"Little Master Mo, stand up!"

"Little boy! Stand up! ”

“……”

Yan Er was stunned and wiped the sweat from his face.

Mo Nian, who was lying on the martial arts arena, gritted his teeth: "...... Come! ”

"Good!"

The stubborn temper of the young man who was not convinced suddenly received a round of applause from the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang.

In the following days, Mo Nian stayed on the side of the martial arts training ground day and night, and almost all of them grew there.

When others made moves in the martial arts arena, they saw Mo Nian standing aside and watching, and some men saw Mo Nian standing aside, and they were very intimate, telling Mo Nian about the moves and flaws of the two people who were fighting.

There are naturally a lot of people who accompany Mo Nian to practice, and during the day, when they have nothing to do, they call Mo Nian to come to the stage, accompany Mo Nian to make a few moves, and give a little guidance.

Even if every time he came down, Mo Nian was sure that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and there was no good meat on his body, but the little boy still smiled brightly, and he would say: "Thank you for your advice." ”

At night, the little boy practiced alone what others gave him during the day, and he understood it thoroughly.

After a long time, the little boy quickly grew up in northern Xinjiang at a very fast speed.

The war in northern Xinjiang continues. Most of them were the people of the Northern Han who brought a small army to harass and tempt, and now the person who is temporarily in charge of the Ninth Master in Northern Xinjiang is Mo Cangqiong's person, and he is also the General Beiyuan who led Mo Nian into Northern Xinjiang that day.

Although General Beiyuan is in charge of Northern Xinjiang alone, the soldiers of the entire Northern Xinjiang are waiting for the ninth master to come back. The ninth master, in this northern Xinjiang, is the desire of the army.

The soldiers of the Ninth Master only listened to the orders of the Ninth Master alone.

General Beiyuan also thought about taking the income of supporting the Ninth Master into his own pocket, and if he really couldn't recover it, he would simply kill it. It's just that although the Nine Princes are not in Northern Xinjiang, their prestige still exists. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers up and down in northern Xinjiang, how can they say that they will be killed?

What's more, these hundreds of thousands of soldiers are not leaderless, and in this army, there is also a second master Yan who covers the sky with one hand.

Therefore, the task given to Mo Nian by Mo Cangqiong is to grow up in this northern Xinjiang, and gradually grow unmatched, replace Yan Er's position, and completely control the northern Xinjiang.

This matter, looking at it now, Mo Nian has done an excellent job.

General Beiyuan was very satisfied.

"Mo Da's candidate is really a good seedling, Mo Nian, this kid, is really a means."

"General." The master beside General Beiyuan called, "In my opinion, Mo Nian is afraid that he has such a temperament and is not pretentious." ”

General Beiyuan snorted coldly, "The one sent down from above can still enter the eyes of adults, how can it be a good thing?" ”

The master glanced at the little boy with bright eyes on the martial arts field from a distance, and did not say much.

The children who are wantonly sweating their own sweat, since they came to the martial arts arena in northern Xinjiang, they have quickly mingled with these rough men, optimistic as the sun, unpretentious, dazzling and dazzling.

In this way, he really doesn't look like a noble son who grew up in the capital, but is very similar to that group of lowly soldiers.

"General, his identity, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"It's not easy to care about him, the adults have told him to take care of him, you say, how can I take care of him as he looks like he has grown up in the martial arts arena?"

"The general is up to him."

"By him? If he's really an adult......"

"General." The master smiled, "In my opinion, what the adults mean, I want him to take Yan Er's place." In that case, it is better to leave it to him. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Practice 100 schools of kung fu, gather the strengths of 100 schools, and collect the hearts of 100 schools. Replacing Yan Er is just around the corner. ”

"Even so, but if he is really ......"

"General rest assured, in this northern frontier, no one can cross you. You let him go. ”