Lao Kunlun and the others' night attack method was completely different from Yang Shuang's, quietly infiltrating the enemy camp, secretly setting fires, and taking advantage of the chaos to make some trouble, showing the chic of the people in the rivers and lakes.

When Yang Shuang finished cleaning up the traces and returned to Yumen Pass with the team running back and forth, they had already eaten and slept.

The commander of Dunhuang was the main general, and after the night attack, he returned to Dunhuang City overnight, preparing to find some military achievements when the Turks retreated.

The sword and shield soldiers were exhausted by the toss, and they didn't care about sorting out the spoils, and a group of people lay outside the pass, taking the sky as the quilt and the earth as the bed, and just fell asleep.

More than 800 old, weak, sick and disabled people were worried all night, and when they saw dozens of fully loaded carriages, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep, and they didn't know who took the lead to continue repairing the city wall by moonlight.

Under the night in the north, the fire was monstrous, even the shrubs on the shore of the underworld were scorched and ignited, and Yang Shuang was relieved that there was no wind tonight!

Early in the morning, outside the Jade Gate.

The two hundred sword and shield soldiers shouted and cheered, practiced hard, and from time to time they had to put on different formations according to the order flag in Wu Kun's hand.

Yang Shuang doesn't know much about these, what he has to do now is to observe, and then improve it in combination with the training methods of later generations.

Outside the training ground, Lao Kunlun and others were watching, they were very curious, how two hundred people could defeat a thousand Turks in an instant!

Yang Shuang knows the reason, but he won't be stupid to say it.

One is the shield array company camp, and the other is a thief!

"It's boring, it's boring, a bunch of wooden lumps, it's far worse than when we were on the border!!" After a short period of contact, Lao Kunlun is very good, comparable to an old naughty boy, but his mouth is a little stinky and a little active! After just observing for a moment, I couldn't help but leave.

However, the old man surnamed Jiang watched it with relish, and his fat chrysanthemum face was crowded together and exclaimed: "The foundation is good, practice more, and over time, you will become an elite soldier!" ”

"Okay, okay, all of them are old, if it weren't for Lao Hei asking for help, who would have been involved in the war! Eat and drink enough, hurry south, the Turkic masters of the province come to besiege and kill! ”

Hearing Lao Kunlun say this, Yang Shuang was shocked, these two top masters are afraid of people, after they leave, can they deal with Shi Da and deal with it? At that moment, I couldn't help but ask: "Are the Turkic masters very powerful?" ”

"What a fart! It's just that I am very good at archery, and I accidentally killed one last time, and I provoked a group of people, and I was stunned to chase me from Kanto to Hanoi! "Old Kunlun, who was originally black-faced, turned a little purple when he talked about this!

The old man surnamed Jiang smiled: "No hurry! After the competition, let's go, just to see the progress of the juniors' martial arts! ”

The two nodded, and couldn't help but look at each other.

It's easy to understand that this is to use him as a target!

The corners of Ding Yanping's mouth turned up slightly, and he didn't care, the two guns in his hands were protected on his chest, and the four gun heads were shining, "Who will come first!" ”

"Haha, of course it's me!"

Looking at the bearded guest who walked into the battle circle, Yang Shuang guessed that his age should be much younger than Ding Yanping, either fifteen or eighteen!

Now he has no red beard and no sword in his hand, and he is neither the ancestor of the Fusang faction, nor one of the three heroes of the wind and dust!

Maybe the old Kunlun, the old man surnamed Jiang, and the lord of Dunhuang were all born in the army, and he only used a pitch-black ring knife, and the style was not distinctive.

Of course, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, although it is impossible to be proficient in all the eighteen martial arts, but it is estimated that they will all be used.

The two soon fought together.

The bearded guest took the lead in shooting, the knife style was sharp, the momentum was vigorous, chopping, cutting, wiping, chopping, shooting, a series of actions, dazzling.

The two guns of Ding Yanping almost danced out of flowers, the sound of whining and breaking the air, like a ghost crying wolf, and occasionally a big windmill, jumping up and down, like a monkey being played.

Yang Shuang was disappointed.

What is this called a competition?

How is it a bit like a fight on the stage, a juggling for people to watch?

However, the old Kunlun and the old man surnamed Jiang, as well as Luo Yi, who was preparing for the war, were engrossed, even staring, sometimes nodding and smiling, sometimes shaking his head and sighing.

I rub!

Do you see the taste?

Yang Shuang was not interested in this, and was bored in every way, preparing to see the progress of the city wall repair.

When I turned around, I suddenly found that I don't know when an old Taoist appeared on the city wall, different from the blue robe and boots of later generations, with his hair tied and crowned, but his hair was scattered, and his whole body was in tatters!

The reason why it is said to be old is because there are three patterns on its clothes.

The dragon pattern on the left shoulder, the gossip on the chest, and the lower right corner of the tattered clothes, there is also an embroidered yin and yang fish.

Seeing that someone noticed him, Lao Dao touched the shiny and yellow crutches in his hand and nodded, lifted the bald hair in the crook of his elbow, and pointed to Ding Yanping in the battle circle.

Yang Shuang knew that the old Kunlun and the old man surnamed Jiang were bullying other disciples, and of course the master had to come forward.

It's just that I don't know how Ding Yanping spread the news.

Could it be that the ancient Mohists had already invented Big Brother?

After Shi Da woke up, he carried a canine-toothed war knife, gnawed on mutton, and watched the battle, and gestured twice from time to time, as if he was stealing the master!

"What are you doing with this?! Go, cut down the tree, practice the wood-chopping knife method taught by Lao Tzu to the fullest, no matter what knife and marksmanship he has, one knife will determine the world! Yang Shuang was a little worried that this group of old monsters was careful, so he pulled Shi Da's clothes and pulled them to the city gate.

No matter what era it is, stealing teachers is a big taboo!

"It's not a knife technique, they're practicing routines! If you have to talk about stealing teachers, they are also those two cheeky apprentices! Lao Dao snatched the mutton from Shi Da's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yang Shuang was stunned for a moment, because he noticed that the old Kunlun and the old man surnamed Jiang seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and the two of them, who didn't speak, actually started talking.

The routine is worthy of the routine!

And at this time, Ding Yanping, who had been fighting for a long time, and the bearded man also jumped out of the battle circle and stood opposite each other.

"This is the beginning!" Lao Dao grabbed Yang Shuang's sleeve, wiped his beard's sloppy lips, and his expression became serious.

As soon as the words fell, the two suddenly made a move.

Before the bearded guest's pace, body style, and knife posture were completely different, he was sharp! In addition to being sharp or sharp!

But Ding Yanping took a step back, slapped the knife with one shot, and stabbed with the other.

"Dingding·········dingding"

The two of them made fatal moves, and even Lao Dao couldn't help but step forward, and the bald hair whisk was already in his hand.

Old Kunlun was even more sweaty on his forehead, and the weapon that had been missing was also taken out, and it turned out to be two ruler-long daggers!

Soon!

The movements in the hands of the two were almost so fast that Yang Shuang couldn't see clearly!

"Damn, is this the real master?"

Thinking that the Ashina Luoyan who had been killed before had 88 points of combat power, Yang Shuang was a little frightened, how much combat power did these two people have? Has it already broken 100?

"Ding ······"

With the last sound of gold and iron, the two stopped panting.

The bearded guest is defeated!

Because Ding Yanping was about to stab the head of the gun in his chest, he was caught in his hand by Lao Dao.

"Haha, refreshing!" The bearded guest was defeated, but he did not show the slightest displeasure, laughed and threw away the ring head knife, and patted Ding Yanping on the shoulder.

The latter's face turned pale, "Accept!" Concession! ”

At the end of the battle, Luo Yi, who was beside the old man surnamed Jiang, stepped into the battle circle with a bright silver spear, looking directly at Yang Shuang with fierce and arrogant eyes.