The next morning, after breakfast, Chen Yue left the coal yard and rushed to Lu Wenxuan's house under the worried eyes of Chen Jianghe, Wu Wan'er and others.

"If you can't beat it, don't be strong, admit defeat!" Chen Jianghe shouted at Chen Yue's back. For Chen Jianghe, he would rather go to prison himself than be injured in a martial arts competition......

"Master, young master, can he beat that iron lion?" Wu Wan'er stood at the gate of the courtyard and asked Chen Jianghe worriedly.

"It's enough, that iron lion has been famous for a long time, and he has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he is too experienced, Ah Yue is still too tender compared to him." Chen Jianghe sighed.

"Then you still let him go to the martial arts competition!" Wu Wan'er's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she wanted to cry.

"He is a man, he must have the courage to challenge and face difficulties, if he only knows how to escape and dodge when encountering problems, then he will not grow up at any time, and he will not be promising." Chen Jianghe said lightly.

When he arrived at Lu's house, Lu Wenxuan was already waiting anxiously in front of his home.

"Didn't your dad come along? This stubborn donkey! Seeing that only Chen Yue came alone, Lu Wenxuan couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"My dad said I'll just take care of this little thing myself, he has other things." Chen Yue said apologetically to Lu Wenxuan. In fact, Chen Jianghe wanted to come with him at first, but Chen Yue refused, because there were too many things at home, and he couldn't do without people at all. To arrange Yang Zhengping's new residence, after all, living in the Chen family is too conspicuous, and it is necessary to investigate the movements of Yang Can in the Yang family's coal yard, and to arrange for military households to produce and sell briquettes.

Just like his father said, if you can't admit defeat, you won't die, and your parents have to follow you for this matter, Chen Yue felt a little embarrassed. As for Lu Wenxuan, it may have been a misunderstanding that his father didn't come because he didn't want to see him.

Outside the gate of the Li family's courtyard, Chen Yue checked his equipment for the last time, waiting for Li Zanyuan, the son of Xiangcheng, to go out.

Dressed in a sky-blue samurai suit, with a belt around his waist and thin-soled fast boots under his feet, he cleaned up very neatly. The weapons were an ash pole spear, and a hand crossbow hanging from the hind hip. The hand crossbow is very exquisite, it is made by Chen Yue with reference to the crossbows of later generations, because of the relationship of materials, only three crossbow arrows can be installed on the crossbow machine at the same time, and three are fired in a row. However, because the crossbow is too small and powerful, the range is only a dozen steps, and the power is poor, but it is a good choice for melee combat. Since Lu Wenxuan said that this kind of competition is not limited to weapons and hidden weapons, Chen Yue brought the crossbow over, hoping that it would come in handy.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, the door of the mansion opened, and Li Zanyuan yawned and walked out.

"You're dressed like this, huh?" Li Zanyuan looked Chen Yue up and down for a while, and said dissatisfiedly.

"What's wrong with dressing up?" Chen Yue looked down at the clothes on his body, there was nothing wrong with him, he didn't understand what Li Zanyuan said when he asked.

"Go get him armor." Li Zanyuan stopped talking nonsense and instructed a family member next to him.

Armor? Isn't it just a martial arts competition, can it be so formal? Chen Yue was stunned and looked at the figure of the family running away.

After a while, the family returned, holding a heavy set of armor. Above it is a six-arc iron helmet, the sharp top of the helmet is decorated with bright red tassels, and below the iron helmet is a set of chain chain armor, the whole body is made of iron wire. The housekeeper looked struggling, and the whole set of armor was afraid that it would not be twenty or thirty pounds, which was probably only qualified for officers above the guerrilla general level in the army.

"Wait until the competition field to change, don't lose because you don't have armor, make Lao Tzu lose the silver, then it should be a great loss!" Li Zanyuan commanded lightly, lowered his head and got out of the sedan chair parked at the entrance of the mansion.

When the sedan chair got up, a group of family members walked behind the sedan chair, and Chen Yue walked with Lu Wenxuan, who was carrying armor. Because he was going to participate in the competition for a while, in order to preserve his physical strength, Chen Yue naturally couldn't carry the armor on his back, so he could only bother Lu Wenxuan.

"Uncle Lu has worked hard!" Chen Yue said apologetically to Lu Wenxuan.

"Huhu, this is nothing, in the past few years, my physical strength is not as good as before, if a few years ago, let alone this bit of armor, even if the triple armor is worn, your Uncle Lu can also kill a few times in the enemy army." Lu Wenxuan walked breathlessly, still boasting about his bravery back then.

The place to go to the martial arts competition is a courtyard by the Shicha Sea, which belongs to a separate industry of Chengguo Gong, and the venue of the martial arts and gambling between the nobles is here.

When they arrived outside the gate of Beyefu, there were already people waiting to welcome Li Zanyuan in, while Chen Yue and the family members of Li Mansion were led in through the corner gate and placed in a courtyard.

With the help of Lu Wenxuan, Chen Yue put on the chain mail, put on the helmet, and hung the crossbow behind his hips, then sat down quietly and waited for the competition.

It didn't take long for a family member from the Chengguo Mansion to walk in and take Chen Yue and others to the martial arts arena.

This is an open and wide field, the middle is covered with green bricks, and several weapon racks are set up on the edge of the field, on which there are swords, guns, swords, halberds, and eighteen kinds of weapons.

On the north side of the venue is a long corridor, on which five or six sets of seats are placed, and more than a dozen brightly dressed teenagers sit there, waiting for the start of the competition with great interest.

Chen Yue looked up and saw that Li Zanyuan, the son of Xiangcheng, was in a group of people. As if feeling Chen Yue's gaze, Li Zanyuan turned his head and glanced at Chen Yue from a distance, and ordered his relatives to say a few words. Then I saw the relative walking out of the corridor quickly and came to Chen Yue's side.

"The prince told you to fight hard, and he put a heavy bet on you today. If you win, needless to say, your matter will be rewarded! He said to Chen Yue. What if I lose? Chen Yue wanted to ask, but he still didn't ask.

But soon he knew the consequences of losing, because the tournament had already begun.

A man like an iron tower stands on the martial arts field, he is an iron lion who has not tasted defeat after more than ten competitions.

Wearing a swarthy armor and an eight-edged iron helmet on his head, he was one meter eighty-five tall in later generations, standing there with a majestic and murderous aura. Holding a mace, the head of the rod covered with iron thorns was full of black stains, and I don't know how many people's blood was stained.

Chen Yue was not the first to fight, the first to fight was a burly warrior, I heard that he was a member of the British government, and if he was in terms of figure, he was not under the iron lion. But the martial arts were much worse, only three rounds, he was smashed in the chest by the iron lion, and the armor leaf on his chest was smashed into a large piece, and he vomited blood in his mouth and passed out.

"Huh" Chen Yue gasped, he could see that the martial arts of the British Mansion just now were really not bad, and a Guan knife made it very orderly, but he didn't expect that he couldn't walk a few times under the hands of this iron lion!