The fifth day of the first month of August is the day of the martial arts competition, and the next three days, there will be a group competition in the ring. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The more than 800 martial artists who won the strength test and mounted archery will be divided into eight groups, and each group will win 16 people in the end, and a total of 128 people will be screened out in the eight groups, and they will enter the final competition for the martial champion.

The 128 people who will be selected from the group will also receive the title of Wuju and will be registered with the military department as an alternative to the grassroots military generals and captains in the future.

In fact, among the more than 100 victorious martial arts, there are only thirty or forty people who can really enter the organized forbidden army and have rank, and most of the remaining people will be assigned to various military governments in the Great Song Dynasty as some unpopular captains, and their future is also confused.

Even so, for folk warriors who have no background and the descendants of Jiangmen who are not descendants, this is also the only way to be able to use martial arts at present.

The title of Wuju people is just to enter the army from a slightly higher starting point, and as for whether they can be crowned marquis and worship generals in the future, it can only rely on military merit.

Only 16 of the more than 100 people in each group can become martial arts, and the rules for promotion are very cruel single-elimination system, that is, if you want to qualify, you have to win about four rounds.

Everyone only has about a 1 in 6 or 7 chance to stand out, so for them, every game is likely to be the last, and every win may be just a small step on the ladder, but if they lose, there will be no more chance.

This time, Zhao Hao came to Qionglin Yuan in person, and he had already reserved a good position for him to watch the battle, and Yang Huairen also followed him.

The little county lord Zhao Fei'er didn't come this time, where did Yang Huairen think of a little girl's thoughts, just think that she annoyed the princess again and was confined.

The agreement to transfer hamburger-making technology has been prepared, because there is an example of beef noodles in front of him, Yang Huairen doesn't even have to come forward, there is no mess with the prince, he only needs to sign and press his handprint.

Every time he does this, Yang Huairen has a feeling that Yang Bailao is possessed, it may be that the persecuted person is his own family, even if the agreement is full of terms that are beneficial to him, he doesn't have to work hard, just collect money and count the money.

But today there is only one family selling hamburgers outside the school field, and more than 20,000 were in short supply last time, and this time they were busy all morning with the garden, and they prepared a full 100,000 yuan.

Nearly 10,000 martial artists participated in the last preliminary examination, and there were less than 1,000 in this re-examination, but the ring competition is much better than weightlifting and archery, and the crowd of onlookers around the entire school field, plus the small merchants and hawkers doing business, there are 100,000 people, which can be described as overcrowded.

On the side near the stands, Long Wuwei's forbidden army had already set up eight three-zhang square rings for the eight groups to compete.

The rules of the competition are very simple, similar to the fighting events of later generations, if you are beaten down and can't stand up, or you are knocked out of the ring, even if you fail, the only difference is that everyone can choose the same weapon that they can use well, of course, for their safety, these weapons are unedged or simply made of wood practice tools.

In addition, there is no time limit for this kind of ring competition, and the competition will only end if one side loses, so the cruelty of the competition can be imagined.

The players of the first group took the field, and the spectators in the stands became excited, chanting the names of the warriors they supported and cheering them on.

The two contestants jumped onto the ring from either side of the ring, a man in white and green clothes waving to the people in the stands, and the other red-faced bearded man in a green robe meditating with his eyes closed.

Yang Huairen saw that this red-faced man was a little familiar, like the second master Guan Gongguan in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms film and television drama in the later generations, and then took a closer look, isn't this the good man who knocked out the two front teeth of the second son of Wei with one punch.

Yang Huairen excitedly said to Zhao Hao beside him that he knew this red-faced man, and the prince pouted, and said in his heart, Do you still listen to a wide range of friends, if this red-faced man loses in a while, count down and count you.

The commander picked up the drumstick and struck it the big gong, and with a "bang", the competition began.

The two hugged their fists and saluted each other, and the white-faced man in green clothes immediately put on a posture, and the two knives danced, and the knife flowers flashed with cold light.

The red-faced man had a one-zhang-long Guan knife in his hand, no matter how the opponent shook in front of his eyes, he still stood still like a stone Buddha, and his waist-length hair swung to one side with the wind, as if Guan Erye was reincarnated.

The white-faced man was not as tall as the bearded man, but he believed that his sword skills were exquisite, and when he saw that the place where the bearded man was standing was less than two steps away from the edge of the ring, he felt that he did not need to fight with him, but only needed to strike like lightning and force him out of the ring, and he could easily win.

So he slowly shuffled towards the bearded man, staring at him without blinking, like a hungry wolf seeing his prey, looking for the opponent's weakness, ready to kill with one blow.

When the white-faced man in green clothes was still four or five steps away from the bearded man, he suddenly kicked his feet on the ground, and a brisk stride flew towards the red-faced bearded man.

His move Shuanglong went to sea too fast, and the audience in the stands had no time to react, he had already reached the beard's eyes, and the two knives were cut down from both sides, and it seemed that the beard had nowhere to hide.

Yang Huairen's eyes widened anxiously, everyone was attacking, why did the red-faced bearded man still not move like a wooden man, I don't know if the beard has superhuman concentration, or the stupid slow response.

Seeing that the white-faced man was still a foot away from the beard, he immediately attacked him with a double knife, the white-faced man already showed a smile on his face, and he didn't expect that the first competition was purely given for nothing, the red-faced bearded man looked tall and big, it turned out to be a stupid big one, he picked a cheap one, and he couldn't help but be unhappy.

But suddenly, the red-faced beard disappeared from his field of vision, and the ghostly figure disappeared, and before he could look for it again, a long stick suddenly flashed under the white-faced man, and hit him on the ass with full force from behind.

He was very impulsive when he jumped up, but he was hit with such a stick again, but he even saw how the opponent came out, and the two forces made him unable to stop the momentum of progress, and his whole body rushed out of the ring, at this time it was too late to say anything, he had already fallen into the ring.

Yang Huairen had to give a standing ovation for the red-faced man's wonderful performance, all this happened so fast that many people may not see it clearly, but he saw it in his eyes.

It turned out that the red-faced bearded man suddenly fell down the moment before he was attacked, dodging the double knives that slashed at both sides of his body at the same time, and at the same time, the handle of the long knife in his hand poked out from under the white-faced man's body, and pushed him hard from behind, which naturally lifted him out of the ring.

The commander once again "banged" the gong and sang loudly: "In this competition, Guan will win!" ”