It was almost noon, and there were still more than 100 young men left on the martial arts arena. Again two by two, holding wooden weapons, staring at their opponents.

As soon as the snare drum sounded, only the young people in the audience roared in unison and rushed forward.

The competition in the past two hours consumed a lot of physical strength, and it also aroused the blood of the teenagers. The competition of the crowd no longer stopped, and the shots became faster and more ferocious. Most of them can tell the winner from a few faces.

Boom!

Another one was knocked over and fell to the ground.

It was Zhu Qijue who landed.

Zhu Qijue's face was more handsome than a woman, but at this time, it was bruised and swollen, and it was almost swollen into a pig's head.

These immoral bastards! Jealous that he was handsome, he greeted him with fists one by one! Zhu Qijue gritted his teeth and scolded angrily in his heart, first raised his hand to admit defeat, and then struggled to get up slowly.

The imperial guard, who was in charge of recording the scores, looked sympathetic and opened his mouth to ask, "Has Zhu Gongzi withdrawn from the competition?" ”

Zhu Qijue gritted his teeth and said, "No, I want to continue to compete." ”

The imperial guards were in awe.

Twenty games were compared, six were won and fourteen were lost. It is not uncommon to lose more and win less, but it is strange that this second son of Zhu, who has never suffered at a glance, has persevered until now.

And continue to be beaten!

What courage!

……

He Qi, who had already won the opponent's idleness, walked over and patted Zhu Qijue's shoulder: "Cousin, how do you feel now?" ”

Zhu Qijue was almost slapped by him, and said with a bitter face: "Cousin's subordinates are merciful." ”

He Qi smiled dumbly, withdrew his hand, and said in a low voice: "If you can't hold it, don't force it." ”

The election of the imperial guards, as long as they can hold on, they can continue to compete. However, if you lose repeatedly, your score is too low and you have no chance of being selected. It doesn't hurt to quit early.

Zhu Qijue's face was strong and firm: "No, I want to continue to compete." I promised my cousin that I would do it. ”

Congratulations: "......"

In the past half a month, He Qi practiced Zhu Qijue and the three of them every day, and often "inspired" the three of them with words: "No one is allowed to quit the competition halfway!" Be sure to stay the course! Otherwise, see how I clean you up! ”

I have to say all these things three or five times a day. Now it seems that Zheng San and Ye Si, the two lazy people, didn't listen. Zhu Qijue, who listened to him the most, kept it firmly in his heart.

Looking at his cousin who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, He Qi was also distressed, and whispered: "Don't rush forward stupidly." If you can't beat it, you can admit defeat early! Also, take care of your head and face. ”

Zhu Qijue smiled and nodded. grinned, touched the bruises on his face, and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

He Qi quietly glanced at the young man who had beaten Zhu Qijue before. The teenager, about sixteen or seventeen years old, had a striking black mole on his face.

The black mole boy was swept away by the sharp and cold gaze, and his back suddenly cooled.

The snare drum is beating again, and it's time for the next competition.

Coincidentally, the opponent of this congratulatory prayer was the black mole boy.

He Qi won 20 games in a row, and each game was very short. The teenagers in the martial arts arena were shocked when they heard the six ways and looked at the eight directions.

When the black mole boy saw that his opponent was He Qi, his scalp was numb. As soon as the snare drum sounded, he rushed to open his mouth and said: "This one doesn't need to be compared, I admit ......"

Before the words could be spoken, He Qi's long knife had reached his chest.

The black mole boy had to raise his knife to block.

Next, he never had a chance to open his mouth and admit defeat. In less than a moment, he was slashed off with the long knife in his hand and kicked out heavily.

Zhu Qijue, who lost another game, was not in a hurry to get up, and watched the black mole boy being beaten with relish. When the black mole boy was kicked and couldn't move, he deliberately opened his mouth to remind: "If you can't beat it, just admit defeat early." Look at me, I didn't get beaten much. ”

Black Mole Boy: "......"

The black mole boy has the heart to cry.

It's not that he doesn't want to throw in the towel. He Qi didn't give him a chance to open his mouth at all!

……

At this moment, there was a commotion in the martial arts arena.

He Qi swept his eyes and saw that Pingxi Hou and Yong'an Hou had entered the martial arts arena at some point.

It is also common for military generals to make moves. However, the only person who can invite the emperor to fight Yong'an Hou is his uncle Pingxi Hou.

He Qi is both funny and helpless.

Pingxi Hou is an excellent military general, good at training, and extremely skilled. The disadvantages are just as obvious. Pingxi Hou does not like to welcome the horse, just and upright. It is the opposite of Yong'an Hou, who is scheming and good at drilling.

Pingxi Hou looked at Yong'an Hou unpleasantly, and it was common for him to make provocative remarks. However, it was the first time that the trouble was made in front of the emperor.

Pei Zhang, who also defeated his opponent, also frowned.

My father is known for his resourcefulness and is not bad. However, it's just good. It is by no means an opponent of Pingxihou! How can you do it before the Holy World today?

Pingxi Hou's specialty weapon was a spear, and he took a wooden spear from the weapon rack, and said provocatively to Yong'an Hou: "Don't say that I bullied you, I'll let you make three moves." ”

Yong'an Hou can bend and stretch: "You yourself are willing to make three moves, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Bah!

If you get cheap, you can sell well!

Pingxi Hou was angry, and made up his mind to teach Yong'an Hou a good lesson today, so that he would make a fool of himself in front of the holy car.

Yong'an Hou used a sword.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, and an inch is short and an inch is dangerous.

Yong'an Hou grabbed the hilt of his sword and quickly rushed to Pingxi Hou's side. Pingxi Hou kept his promise, and the first three moves only defended and did not attack. After three moves, he shook the spear in his hand and picked up the dazzling spear.

After only a few faces, Yong'an Hou has been defeated and retreated.

Pei Zhang was worried and anxious, and subconsciously took a few steps forward.

At that moment, the snare drum sounded again. The next round of competition has begun.

Pei Zhang had to withdraw his gaze and fight against the opponent in the next round. Those who can survive more than 20 games are not weak. Pei Zhang was uneasy, and was spied on by the other party, and once fell behind.

Pei Zhang had to restrain himself, quickly regained his disadvantage, and defeated his opponent after a stick of incense.

At this moment, a loud and noisy laughter suddenly sounded in my ears.

Pei Zhang's heart sank, and he quickly turned his head.

Pingxi Hou's spear is like a swimming dragon, and the moves are not far from the vital point. Yong'an Hou dodged and was very embarrassed.

As a military general, the ability to lead the soldiers is important, and his own martial arts are equally important. There are many generals in today's martial arts arena, and the Son of Heaven and the Prince are all present, and Yong'an Hou is so embarrassed and ugly that he is really embarrassed.

It's better to just give up the sword and admit defeat!

Yong'an Hou is difficult to ride a tiger.

If you continue to fight, you will be embarrassed. Abandon the sword and admit defeat, how can you hold your head up in front of Pingxihou in the future? Not to mention, the Son of Heaven and the princes are watching, and you can't lose too much!

He Qi, who won another game, silently looked at Pingxi Hou, who was full of spirits.

In his previous life, Yong'an Hou had a grudge against Pingxi Hou because of this incident.