It turned out to be him, Yang Yifei made up his mind, he already knew which world this was, and couldn't help but be secretly excited.

In the last world, he was still worried that if he couldn't find a way to prolong his life as soon as possible, he was afraid that he would die of old age after a few years of training, and he didn't expect that the system would give him a chance to live forever.

Not surprisingly, this world should be the world of the movie version of "Mythology", this Nangong Yan is to test the medicine of the First Emperor with Princess Yushu, and as a result, he got the immortal Vice General Meng Yi.

Yang Yifei admires this guy's loyalty very much, because of Meng Yi's order, he stayed in the imperial tomb for 2,000 years without moving his nest, such a loyal person is really rare.

But for his skills, Yang Yifei is really powerless to complain, a Great Qin general, was actually beaten by a later generation who practiced Tai Chi, although the ancient professor practiced actual Tai Chi, but it can also be seen that these ancient generals are good at fighting in military formations, rather than one-on-one martial arts competitions.

This world belongs to a world that is relatively close to historical facts, and there is no internal strength method, otherwise if you have cultivated for two thousand years, even if you are not as good as the Fengyun Emperor Shi Tian, it should be the existence of all the martial arts of later generations.

After figuring out what kind of world this is, Yang Yifei secretly praised his decision to join the Meng family army temporarily, which is really crooked.

Originally, he thought that no matter which world this is, history is always the same, after the death of the First Emperor, the Montessori Brotherhood will be killed by Li Si, Zhao Gao, and Hu Hai, if he can turn the situation around, won't it change the plot of this world?

Now that you know that this is the world of "Mythology", you have to join the Meng family army, otherwise you are outside, how can you grasp the situation and win the elixir of life?

And the thing he wants to do the most is to let the First Emperor survive and take the elixir of life smoothly, I don't know what the direction of history will become when there is an immortal First Emperor in this world, and what step this eternal emperor can do.

Yang Yifei secretly turned his thoughts in his heart, but his face was silent, and he stretched out his hand to Nangong Yan and said, "General Nangong, please." ”

Nangong Yan drew his sword out of its sheath and said to his colleagues, "Give him a sword." ”

Seeing the lively soldiers, they were about to draw their swords to Yang Yifei, but they heard Yang Yifei say: "No need, I will use this pair of fleshy palms to ask General Nangong for a few tricks." ”

Nangong Yan's eyes froze, and he said in a deep voice with an ugly face: "You want to use your hand to fight my long sword?" Do you look down on the general? ”

The martial arts of the Qin period were not yet systematic, and there was not even such a thing as martial arts, and the so-called "martial arts" mostly referred to the skills of fighting with weapons in hand, and most of them were practicing swordsmanship and spears.

Hand-to-hand combat is collectively known as "hand fighting", but there is no difference between this fist and that palm method, practitioners are mostly used as a method to boil the body and increase strength, and when really fighting with others, they all need to use weapons.

Yang Yifei smiled and said: "I have no such intention, I only have admiration for every soldier of the Mengjia Army, and I have no contempt in the slightest, just ......"

Speaking of this, Yang Yifei hugged his fists in Meng Yi's direction and said proudly: "If you don't have this ability, why dare you ask General Meng to make an exception?" ”

"Although General Nangong let the horse come, if a certain person dies under the general's sword, it is also a certain person who is not self-sufficient, and he is to blame, and it has nothing to do with the general."

"If a certain wins, he will be the general's robe brother in the future, and he will hand over his back to the general, live and die with the general, and fight side by side, why look down on the general?"

After listening to Yang Yifei's words, Nangong Yan's dissatisfaction dissipated without a trace, and his expression became solemn, could it be that this guy really has some amazing artistic industry?

The soldiers also began to re-examine Yang Yifei, what he said made them listen to it very useful, since he knew this, he should have been born to be a sergeant.

Meng Yi had a glimmer of expectation in his heart, if he was really strong in martial arts, the Meng family army would be able to gain a general, if he was just an arrogant person, as he said, he would be to blame for his death.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi said: "General Nangong, since Yang Zhuangshi is so sure, you can let go and fight." ”

Nangong Yan said: "Okay, then I will come and see what Yang Zhuangshi has to do, I hope you don't disappoint General Meng." ”

When Yang Yifei heard this, his face sank, and he put on a posture, indicating his attitude.

"Drink ......" Seeing this, Nangong Yan shouted, and the heavy bronze long sword slashed down at Yang Yifei's head.

Yang Yifei's eyes narrowed slightly, not moving like a mountain, only staring at the momentum of the bronze sword, and when the blade of the sword was less than a foot away from his head, his right foot suddenly took a step to the side.

Nangong Yan used his strength to be old, and he couldn't change his moves in time, and the long sword almost slashed down against Yang Yifei's side, making Meng Yi and the other soldiers sweat for Yang Yifei.

Feeling the sound of the wind when the long sword slashed down from his side, Yang Yifei secretly praised Nangong Yan's strength.

Most of the martial arts of these ancient generals are reflected in strength, physical strength, endurance, and reflexes, like those that embody agility and footwork, but they are their shortcomings.

Fighting on the battlefield, opening and closing, the emphasis is on breaking the formation with force, agility on the crowded battlefield, it can't play much role at all, and they will naturally not make a lot of effort to study, with that kung fu, it is better to raise a few more stone locks.

Meng Yi can be like the overlord of Chu, with one as a thousand, killing the enemy's corpses into a mountain, relying on the innate divine power of that spear to sweep across the area.

Nangong Yan's ability to adapt is not weak, a sword misses, and he immediately flips the sword body, and flies towards Yang Yifei's neck with a horizontal slash.

But at this time, Yang Yifei was already approaching his body, where could this sword still make merit?

Yang Yifei took another half step, raised his left hand, and blocked Nangong Yan's wrist with the back of his hand, and the moment he blocked it, his palm turned over, turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed Nangong Yan's wrist, but his right fist had already punched Nangong Yan in the abdomen.

"Wow"

Groove ......

Yang Yifei wanted to punch him in the abdomen, but when he instinctively bent over, he smashed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall.

However, what he didn't expect was that the Xuan armor worn by Nangong Yan would be so hard, and when he punched down, there was only a crisp sound, and when the force penetrated Nangong Yan's body, it was no longer very lethal.

Although Nangong Yan's empty left fist was a step slower, it also slammed towards his chest.

Yang Yifei had no choice but to block his right fist first, turn the fight into a grappling, and after blocking his right fist, his right arm immediately settled in the crook of Nangong Yan's sword-holding hand, and with both hands rolled up in unison, his arm was rolled into an anti-joint state.

Nangong Yan was in pain, he couldn't hold the sword anymore, the long sword fell to the ground with a thud, and his body involuntarily knelt down on one knee, Yang Yifei lifted his right leg, and his knee slammed into his temple fiercely.

Nangong Yan was startled, his eyes closed subconsciously, but he only felt a strong wind on his cheeks, but he didn't feel pain.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Yang Yifei's knee was close to his temple, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Yang Yifei's right leg landed on the ground, let go of Nangong Yan, took two steps back and hugged his fists and said, "General Nangong, admit it." ”