Wutai is located in the northwest of Handan City close to the city wall, here is the place where the famous warriors and knights fight, Wutai covers an area of dozens of acres, two zhang high, the shape is like the base of the pyramid, the platform is spacious and flat, the size is thought of in the three basketball courts of later generations.

The appointed time is at the right time, that is, at ten o'clock in the morning, after the deliberate propaganda of Zhao Sheng and others, the news of Zhao Fan and Wei Liang's fight has already spread all over Handan City, attracting the interest of countless people.

At this time, thousands of people were already crowded on both sides of Wutai, most of them were scholars studying in Handan, as well as apprentices from various sword halls and martial arts halls.

In an open space directly east of Wutai, there are more than a dozen seats covered with thick plush, which are seats for people with fame and status in Handan City, although the weather is cold at this time, however, there are still many officials present.

The cold wind is howling and the fallen leaves are flying, adding a bit of solemnity to this cold city.

At this time, Zhao Fan drove a black horse, held a spear tightly, and wore the robe of the commander and arrived with Pingyuan Jun, Su Qin, Princess Huiwei and other people. Seeing that the protagonist of this competition had arrived, everyone also gave way, and one by one they were in awe, admiration, or mockery, and swept over Zhao Fan, who was the leader.

He said today that he didn't know whether it was unintentional or deliberate, he was wearing the robe of the division commander who had just received it not long ago, the scarlet cloak, which looked extremely arrogant and domineering, and the fine iron helmet on his body did not make a "zhengzheng" sound, which made people feel sorry.

He rode a horse, and his face always looked like an ancient well without waves, which made many people secretly admire his heart and determination. After all, there are so many spectators on the field, and winning or losing this fight is extremely important, no matter who you are, you will be more or less nervous.

And Zhao Fan has never had a trace of emotional change.

Coming to the side of Wutai, Zhao Fan made a clean and neat somersault and landed on the Wutai with an extremely chic attitude, his body was clean and beautiful, which immediately attracted a cheer from the onlookers.

Pingyuanjun and others sat on the bamboo mat on the east side, waiting for the competition to begin.

"Lvshuai Wei is here." Not long after, only a thin conversation was heard, Zhao Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw a group of people coming slowly from far and near.

These people are Wei Liang, Li Ran and a group of gentlemen from Handan City, but in addition to these people, Wei Biao also wore a set of civilian clothes and walked at the forefront. Li Dui and King Huiwen didn't come, their identities were too noble and sensitive after all, and if they attended this kind of competition, it would really make the commoners think too much and cause a bad impact.

Not to mention the former, even Zhao Sheng, the king of Pingyuan, and Wei Biao, the general of Zuo, are both dressed in civilian clothes, and the information revealed from them is that they came in a private capacity and did not represent the official position.

Wei Liang took Yan Zhiwolf and a sword hall master to the side of the martial platform, he told the two masters, and then walked up to the martial platform, and the eyes of the two inevitably met in the center of the martial platform, faintly with a strong spark.

Wei Liang looked at Zhao Fan's commander's robe, there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes, he was just wearing an ordinary swordsman's robe, compared with Zhao Fan's robe, his momentum was undoubtedly much weaker.

In the center of the seat, General Wang Xian was already waiting there, although he was the head of the extremely military ministers, but he was not in charge of affairs in the court at all, and he also had a neutral attitude towards the secret struggle for power between King Huiwen and Li Dui, and it was better for him to be the referee.

At this time, he looked at the hourglass, and it was about to be the hour, so he immediately picked up a small silver hammer on a few cases and struck the hanging bronze bell, "Bell! Then he said loudly: "The hour is coming, the warriors are ready!" ”

The two protagonists of the sword competition have arrived, Wei Liang holds the long sword in both hands, stands five zhang away, holds the sword body close to his forehead, and looks at Zhao Fan sharply, murderous.

Zhao Fan was slowly retreating, feeling the weeds and the ground under his feet, he stabbed the spear forward, and pierced a few shots around, feeling the impact of the wind speed on the gun, which was the subtlety that he gradually realized when he practiced spearmanship in the past year, only in this way could the power he sent out be able to pinch and score without any difference.

Wei Biao's face changed slightly, he was an expert in spearmanship, he saw that Zhao Fan was actually experiencing the wind speed and foot feeling, this is not something that ordinary gunmen need to consider, only people with subtle gunmanship will consider this kind of detail.

He suddenly became worried in his heart, this Zhao Fan was obviously a strong opponent, and he only hoped that his eldest son Wei Liang would not underestimate the enemy.

"Fengjun, do you think Brother Fan will win?" On the other side, Li Bingbing and Princess Huiwei were also worried, and asked Zhao Sheng beside him.

Zhao Sheng's mood at the moment was undoubtedly nervous, he smiled reluctantly, and said, "Naturally, we will win, you don't have to be nervous." ”

Although he said this in his mouth, he was undoubtedly a little worried in his heart, after all, the significance of this competition was quite significant, and compared to the two protagonists on the martial arts platform, they were more nervous as bystanders.

"General, let's get started." Zhao Sheng coughed and reminded Wang Xian.

Wang Xian was a little distracted, he stroked his long beard lightly, and looked at Zhao Fan sharply, he felt that this kid was a little weird, in the face of Wei Liang's cold murderous intention, he was calm, he couldn't see a little nervousness, and there was no trace of murderous aura, as if he was fighting with someone for the first time.

But Wang Xian has a decades-long military career, how old his vision is, he can see that Zhao Fan's every move is very orderly, by no means a novice, but like a battle-hardened soldier, this person can restrain his murderous spirit, Wang Xian also raised a trace of interest in this competition.

"General Wang Xian!" Zhao Sheng reminded him again.

Wang Xian heard it this time, he nodded, and struck it with a small silver hammer like a bronze bell, and with a crisp sound, he immediately said loudly: "The fight begins." ”

Hearing this, the noisy crowd around them quieted down for a moment, and thousands of pairs of excited eyes stared at the two protagonists in the field, the people of Zhao are still martial, and they are naturally extremely interested in this kind of competition.

Zhao Fan raised the gun to his chest, the cold tip of the gun had a touch of cold killing intent under the reflection of the sun, even if Wei Liang was five feet away from Zhao Fan at the moment, but his body still couldn't help but tremble.

This is a murderous aura that is tempered from blood and fire, and ordinary people will not be able to raise the slightest fighting intent as soon as they feel this momentum. However, after all, Wei Liang had seen the people in the world, and after a little distraction, he calmed down.

Zhao Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, although the fight had begun, but the two of them did not move, both looking for each other's weaknesses and preparing to launch a fatal blow.

There was an unusually silence in the venue, both sides were motionless, Zhao Fan observed very clearly, Wei Liang, whether it was the gesture of raising his sword or the steps he took, was extremely skillful and decent, and at first glance he was a veteran who had practiced swords for many years.

Zhao Fan stared at Wei Liang's eyes, and when he saw the solemnity on his face, he immediately relaxed his body slightly, his eyes flashed slightly, and he threw away a provocative look first. Seeing this, Wei Liang couldn't help but shout, suddenly launched, rushed forward, and stabbed directly at Zhao Fan's heart.

His speed was extremely fast, and he saw a piece of white horse training passing by, and the sword momentum pierced Zhao Fan's heart like lightning.

There was an exclamation all around, and Li Bingbing and the other four girls also looked nervous and stood up from the seat.

Zhao Fan's eyes flashed with a touch of murderous intent, he didn't expect Wei Liang to be so vicious, as soon as he came up, he was a death sword, if he was replaced by a person with mediocre martial arts, a sword would be pierced through the heart. Immediately, he no longer hesitated, the spear shot, the tip of the spear cold light swept by, and the last shot came first.

only heard the sound of the "bell" and the sound of the gold and stone clashing, and the horizontal body of the spear suddenly blocked Wei Liang's sword. Zhao Fan's shot was extremely powerful, shaking Wei Liang's arm numb, and the attack was immediately blocked.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Fan took a few steps back, and the spear slashed diagonally, stabbing Wei Liang's right shoulder, but the former was also quick to react, he was prepared, quickly put away his sword and jumped to the side, dodging the shot.

Zhao Fan did not chase after him, with a stroke of the spear, he guarded like Mount Tai, and Wei Liang was also extremely vigilant at this time. In the first encounter, although the former took the initiative to attack, Zhao Fan occupied a small upper hand.

Wei Biao in the audience was gloomy at the moment, he saw that Zhao Fan attacked and defended freely, and his attainments in spearmanship had obviously reached a certain level, and his heart was also extremely nervous.

Even he couldn't bear Li Dui's anger.

"It seems that your Zhongmu Sword Pavilion, I am going to decide." Although Zhao Fan was always vigilant, he was smiling on the surface, making people look as if he was absent-minded.

With the lesson of the last time, Wei Liang didn't dare to take the initiative, and immediately looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

The two had only fought once, and then stopped, each on the defensive, sealing all the opponent's offensive routes, and the two were like stone sculptures, motionless, waiting for the other party's attack.

The two of them were like stone sculptures, motionless, waiting for each other's attack, time passed little by little, there was already a stick of incense, but the two sides still did not move, as if the two old monks were sitting still.

The crowd around them was already starting to be a little impatient, getting more and more noisy, whispering soundly, only a few important people, still kept calm, Xu Ying Xu Xiong was the candidate for the competition later, they looked at Zhao Fan with an indifferent face, and also nodded.

And Su Qin sat down on the seat, poured a glass of wine, and drank leisurely with Zhao Sheng, letting the north wind howl and the wind and snow slowly fall, without realizing it.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and the two of them were still motionless, and the noise around them rang out, and finally someone couldn't help yelling, "Damn, two dogs, are they still comparable?" ”

"If you don't compare, get out!"

The shouting and scolding came and went, and Wei Liang's calm face on the field was not as good as before, his face flickered faintly, and his steps were a little floating, and finally, he suddenly roared, raised his sword and rushed forward. The surroundings were quiet again, and everyone looked at Wei Liang excitedly, hoping that his sword would end the competition, but Yan Zhiwolf still had a sword master, but he sighed.

"Win." Xu Ying Xu Xiong suddenly showed a smile on his face and said secretly.

Zhao Fan looked at Wei Liang, who was getting closer and closer, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he had already seen that Wei Liang's pace and offensive were not as good as before, and he also guaranteed the psychology of rushing to win, once this person was in a hurry, his strength would be greatly reduced.

Wei Liang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he gathered all his strength to slash at Zhao Fan head-on, as if Zhao Fan was the wooden man he practiced swords.

Just when the sword was still a foot above Zhao Fan's head, Zhao Fan's body suddenly rotated to the left, dodging Wei Liang's head-on sword, and his spear stabbed out horizontally at the same time, seemingly slowly, but as if it had lost its middle trajectory, it instantly slashed into Wei Liang's right rib.

Wei Liang was taken aback, his body flashed sharply, but it was too late, only to see a bloody light burst out, Wei Liang's long sword took off his hand, covered his right rib and stumbled back a few steps, and fell to the ground on one knee.

Zhao Fan gently wiped the blood on the blade with his hand, and said lightly: "You are defeated!" ”

There was silence all around, and Wei Biao's face was pale, but he quickly took a shower and helped Wei Liang, he took a look at Wei Liang's injury, and saw that there was no major problem, so he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lvshuai Wei, I have conceded." Zhao Fan clenched his fists and said with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Wei Biao also glared at him fiercely, hugged Wei Liang and walked off the martial platform. Wang Xian glanced at Zhao Fan on the field, and there was a look of approval in his eyes, and he immediately shouted: "In the first game, Zhao Fan wins!" ”

A thunderous cheer suddenly erupted all around, and the cheers resounded throughout the entire martial arts, but those apprentices of the sword hall opened by Li Dui were disappointed, and there was a faint sense of disappointment.

"Next, it's up to you." Zhao Fan came down from the stage, patted Xu Ying and Xu Xiong's shoulder, and said with a smile on his face.

There are two more competitions in the future, namely Xu Ying vs. Yan Zhiwolf, and Xu Xiong vs. another swordsman from the Zhongmu Sword Pavilion. If you want to hit the reputation of the Sword Pavilion, you have to hit hard, and Zhao Fan will not show mercy.

If the pavilion owner and the sword master are defeated, then the sword halls opened by Li Dui will be considered to be disgraced.

In the midst of cheers, Xu Ying and Yan Zhiwolf also stepped onto the martial arts platform, both of them are masters, compared to the competition between Zhao Fan and Wei Liang, it is undoubtedly a lot more exciting, Yan Zhiwolf's swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, and the moves are quite ruthless and tricky.

However, as Xu Ying expected, in the face of absolute power, any ingenious moves are vain, one force to reduce ten wisdom, after an hour of incense, Yan Zhiwolf finally couldn't resist the enemy, and was beaten out of Wutai by Xu Ying's double halberd.

The next Xu Xiong is the same, he is the same as Xu Ying's kung fu, just a sword, the other uses a double halberd, the swordsman has no suspense, he was also defeated by Xu Xiong, after the competition, the crowd finally cheered loudly again.

Three to zero.

This result not only made Wei Biao and Wei Liang lose face, but even Li Dui. Everyone sneered at the sword halls opened by Li Dui, they lost so badly, and in their eyes, swordsmanship was also extremely mediocre, so they still opened a sword hall for this ability?

In everyone's hearts, they already have ideas.

"General Wei, the handover of the Zhongmu Sword Pavilion, do you see?" After the three fights were all over, Zhao Fan also stood up from his seat, walked to Wei Biao's side, and said with a smile.

At this moment, Wei Biao's face was extremely ugly, especially after seeing Zhao Fan, he was even more gloomy.

He had a cold face and said, "I am willing to lose the bet, from now on, the Zhongmu Sword Pavilion will be yours." ”

After speaking, he turned around and left, Wei Liang next to him had a depressed face, this time the blow was great to him, the former didn't look at Zhao Fan when he saw it, but Li Ran, a pair of eyes, revealing a vicious color.

Those apprentices of the Sword Pavilion knew that they were ashamed, and they also hurriedly left here.

Wang Xian suddenly walked over at this time, and said with a smile: "I heard General Lian mention you at the beginning, saying that Zhao Shishuai has extraordinary knowledge and can be literate and martial. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Fan suddenly felt a little stunned, the hope of Zhao in the future? This has a lot of meanings, this is not like Wang Xian's usual style.

At this time, Wang Xian also seemed to react, and immediately coughed a few times to hide the embarrassment on his face.

Zhao Fan's heart suddenly jumped, Wang Xian had always maintained a neutral attitude, but what he said just now seemed to be faintly supporting King Zhao, and immediately, he also felt a little stunned, but he didn't say it.

At this time, Su Qin also stood up slowly, and there was no surprise or satisfaction in his expression, but said lightly: "In the end, this Wei Liang is too weak, I know that Zhao Shishuai has practiced spearmanship since childhood, but I look at your performance in the battle just now, but it doesn't look like the level of a person who has used a gun since childhood, so Zhao Shishuai must not be proud." ”

Zhao Fan nodded, suppressing the tension in his heart. He thought that Su Qin had seen something just now, after all, he was indeed not the real Zhao Fan, for something like spear technique that had to be gradual and comprehended by himself, even if his soul was reborn and he got the memory of the former, he still couldn't do it at the same level as before.

His current spear skills mainly rely on his own understanding in the past year.

"Well, the students are taught." Zhao Fan gave a deep salute, he knew that Su Qin was worried that he would be satisfied with the status quo because of this, and he didn't want to make progress, so he said this, so he was also quite respectful immediately.

Seeing this, Su Qin also nodded with satisfaction, and then recalled: "I have some experience in spearmanship, I have learned some fur from my teacher when I was young, although my own spearmanship is not very good, but I know many things that need to be paid attention to, and I will slowly teach you some things in this area during this time." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Fan was also overjoyed in his heart, Su Qin's teacher was Guiguzi, the most mysterious figure in the history of the Warring States Period, who taught famous generals such as Sun Bin Pang Juan, as well as Zhang Yi and Su Qin.

"In this case, thank you teacher." Zhao Fan couldn't reveal Su Qin's identity, and immediately called him a teacher, after all, the former had also taught him a lot of things, and it was not an exaggeration to call him a teacher. (To be continued.) )