"This young man was sick and weak, and he didn't learn the Zhao family's boxing method to win with strength, and he learned this palm technique from a female nursing home at home."

"Have you ever learned weapons?"

"The knife technique was taught by my father himself."

Huang Qiang remembered that when he was attacking the city that day, this guy deliberately threw away his spear and picked up a set of swords and shields to climb the city wall. It seems that it is precisely because he has a knife in his hand that he can kill two Jin soldiers in a row as soon as he goes to the city.

He was a little unsure of what Zhao Ping's foundation was, so he took a long stick and prepared to try it himself.

"Choose your own weapon."

Captain Huang Qiang's aura is still very strong, holding the stick in his hand, just standing at random, the terrifying sense of oppression is at least an order of magnitude higher than that of Captain Huang Zhi just now.

He Ping didn't dare to be careless, and picked out a thick-backed single knife from the weapon rack that looked quite sturdy.

Standing still on both sides, Huang Qiang stabbed straight at He Ping with the long stick in his hand.

The shadow of the stick brought a subtle whirlwind, and a low whistling was faintly heard.

The action is not fast, the progression is calm, and there is no trick.

He Ping turned sideways, picked up the knife flower in his hand, and lightly put on Huang Qiang's stick, and the blade slashed along the wooden pole to Huang Qiang's wrist holding the stick.

I saw a light smile on the corner of Huang Yong's mouth, the stick in his hand flipped over, accelerated in vain, and the huge force surged, and a flick of the rod brought He Ping's single knife to the side, and then turned out a stick flower, and the other end of the long stick hit down like lightning!

From He Daxian's point of view, Huang Yong has obviously preliminarily mastered the essence of stick skills, and the level of stick skills can be said to be a small success.

Stick art is different from knife art, and the whole body of the stick is "edge". Generally, people with good stick skills can do two-end fights and mid-pole defense with conventional abilities. And this Huang Yong is casually using a head defense, a head attack, a higher realm of the middle pole to grab the momentum, the stick goes with the person, the person stick is one, and there is no flaw in the body. This is already the first glimpse of the gate of the temple of stick arts.

However, it is of no avail.

He Daxian has this kind of insight, just like the fans who sat in front of the TV and watched the game in later generations.

But why don't you go on your own and try it yourself?

He Ping's current physical fitness has just reached the level of an ordinary healthy person, and he is still a thin man who weighs just over 100 pounds. With this kind of arm strength and body bones, where can I stop this stick! Not to mention arm strength, even my eyes can't see people's sticks clearly.

As soon as he saw Huang Yong's stick flower lit up, He Ping didn't care that his knife was swinging open, the middle door was exposed, and he fell backwards without any manners.

But it was still too slow, Huang Yong's stick was as fast as lightning and extremely powerful, and he was about to blow He Ping's belly with a stick on the spot!

After all, everyone is not very familiar with each other, and He Ping doesn't know whether Huang Yong is trying his kung fu or really taking this opportunity to beat him half to death. In such an emergency, he would not dare to take any chances.

Suddenly, He Daxian activated the shapeshifting technique.

This is a low-level technique commonly used by junior immortal cultivators.

He Ping's dantian instantly ignited 12 points of aura, pushing his body to accelerate the translation.

The normal "shapeshifting and shadowing" is to urgently burn 12 points of aura, so that the thousands of heaven and earth auras around him echo and wriggle with each other, hold themselves up, and instantly drift out of a distance of fifty or sixty meters.

However, isn't there no aura in this world, so He Daxian's trick of "shifting shapes and changing shadows" consumes 12 points of aura, and can only be used for self-exaltation.

He couldn't instantly drift fifty or sixty meters away, he could only teleport about 3 centimeters.

Of course, these 3 centimeters are just enough, plus he has already opened his thighs, only to see Huang Yong's stick head rubbing He Ping's descendants, and with a loud bang, it was smashing on the ground between He Ping's legs, and suddenly smashed out a mud hole with a bowl mouth!

He Ping's face changed greatly, and he sat on the ground with a buttocks, dusty and embarrassed.

Fortunately, Huang Yong did not continue to pursue, but put away the long stick in his hand with an arrogant face.

It seems that this is really just a test.

Huang Yong was very satisfied.

This Zhao Ping's knife skills and reaction speed are good, probably a little better than Huang Zhi, the key is that he can still suppress him.

"It's okay, you're going to be the captain of Team B." ——

The establishment of the second team is 150 people, and the actual number is now more than 80, including two gang leaders and eight chiefs.

He Ping asked Shan Wu and Liu Qi, plus Lu Min'er and Lu Chan'er, who were disguised as men, a total of four people to serve him as personal soldiers. Then he directly appointed Du Bin as the chief, took over his original Shi, added a few stronger soldiers, and also transferred to the B team, which is the team of He Ping's future personal team.

After meeting a few gang leaders and chiefs, He Ping moved to the side of Captain Huang Yong's big tent and guarded his chief in the inner circle.

As the captain's personal team, the food of the B team has improved significantly. In addition to the black buns, there are also some vegetable leaves and local melons, and at dinner, each person also has a bowl of soup with a thin layer of oil floating on it.

He Ping naturally didn't like this kind of food, but the two boys and the two little girls around him were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths.

In this kind of era, you may not be able to taste the smell of oil during the New Year.

When it was almost dark, after arranging the personnel on duty at night, He Ping returned to his tent to rest.

The captain's tent is a free-standing tent with a lot more space. He Ping let Shan Wu and Liu Qi sleep at the door and guard the door, and he took the two girls to live inside. The captain's tent is not only large, but it can also walk upright in it, unlike the previous kennel-like long tent, which can only crawl in it.

Min'er came over with a basin of hot water and waited for He Ping to wash his face and feet.

It seems that being an official does have benefits.

Lights are not allowed in the barracks at night. After washing up, it was getting dark, He Ping lay comfortably on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

At midnight that day, He Ping quietly sat up. Pinching his hands together, a trace of cool spiritual power flowed silently into his dantian from the Heavenly Spirit Gai, and began to enrich and reconstruct He Ping's spiritual body.

He gained nearly fifty points of faith power today-

Battalion-level military units are numbered by the sexagenary branches.

Early the next morning, Huang Yong's Ding Chen infantry battalion received a task to escort Yin Hui back to Yingzhou.

Yin Hui, the envoy of Yingzhou Jiedu, took two hundred cavalry escorts to the eastern capital (Luoyang) to meet the emperor last month, and returned to Yingzhou after finishing his errands, passing through Jin'an Dazhai, his old friend Zhang Jingda said that the road was not smooth now, and he would give him two battalions to protect the safety of his journey, and at the same time strengthen the defense of Yingzhou by the way.

The two battalions of Ding Chen and Ding Yin, with a total of 2,000 foot soldiers, were transferred to the Yingzhou Army.

The preparation time was tossed for another two days, and it was not until the early morning of the fourth day that we set off.

The night before departure, at midnight, thanks to this cheap captain's position, He Ping finally saved up enough 128 points of mental power. The subtle mental power like a stream was transformed into aura, gurgling and flowing on He Daxian's spiritual body frame, without leaking out at all, and the place where it gathered into the dantian was constantly compressed and condensed, and finally settled and solidified.

At the spirit body dantian, a void pill that was originally the size of a millet grain was thickened and widened, and became the size of a mung bean.

He Ping's spirit body was upgraded again, reaching the level of the second level of qi refining.