Chu Shancheng couldn't help coughing twice and spit out a lot of blood.

Seeing him like this, Ji Yuan almost rushed up, Chu Shancheng caught a glimpse of Ji Yuan's movements out of the corner of his eye, and glanced at him and asked him not to come.

Ji Yuan knew that this was not Chu Shancheng's true level, he hadn't slept for several days, and the experience of his two uncles had also put a lot of pressure on him, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, and even Ji Yuan could see that Chu Shancheng's movements had obviously become slower than usual.

Chu Shancheng put his palms on his chest and staggered to his feet.

The coughing sound just now interrupted Busuo's cheers, and he turned his head to look at Chu Shancheng who stood up in disbelief, and there was already admiration in his eyes: "Boy, it's okay, no one can stand up again under my fist!" ”

Chu Shancheng didn't have any expression on his face, but his brows were furrowed together because of the severe pain, which in Ji Yuan's opinion, was already Chu Shancheng's pain.

Chu Shancheng also realized that because he hadn't slept in the past few days, his agility and strength were not as good as usual, and if he wanted to win the cloth, he had to rely on skill.

There are no moves in the cloth office, but they rely on their strength, their bodies are tall and strong, and they are smashed with their fists.

Seeing that Chu Shancheng did not fall, he seemed to have lost some face, his face was not good-looking, his body was tense, and he raised his fist and rushed towards Chu Shancheng.

Chu Shancheng hit Busuo's elbow with his elbow, making his fist lose strength all of a sudden, and took advantage of the situation to bring Busuo's tall body behind him with his elbow, stuck his foot behind Busuo's foot, and kicked him hard to make his lower plate lose his strength.

When Chu Shancheng just observed, he had already discovered that although the strength of Busuo's fist was very strong, it was unstable under the plate, and Chu Shancheng kicked it, and Busuo fell to the ground on his knees and fell to the ground on one knee.

Chu Shancheng poked his shoulder with his elbow again, causing the cloth to fall to the ground at once.

But Chu Shancheng's strength was not as great as that of the cloth, and the cloth was smashed to the ground and quickly got up, and pulled Chu Shancheng to the ground with his two arms, and the two of them became a grappling on the ground.

Busuo took the opportunity to swing two more punches at Chu Shancheng's face, and half of his face immediately became swollen with blood, becoming translucent and filled with red purple bruises.

Chu Shancheng suppressed the cloth with his legs so that he no longer rolled on the ground with himself, and with a dexterous back flip, he sat directly on the cloth office's stomach and punched hard at the cloth office's face.

Although Chu Shancheng's strength is not as great as that of Busuo, his movements are agile, punch after punch, left and right one after another, Busuo can't find the opportunity to fight back, and at first he used his elbow to protect his face, but later he really couldn't stop Chu Shancheng's punch after punch.

When Busuo unloaded the arm that protected his face, in fact, he had already lost, Chu Shancheng still punched one punch after another and smashed directly on Busuo's face unceremoniously, until Busuo was beaten to the bloody face without stopping, still punching one punch after another, flesh and blood flying, and only stopped when Busuo's arm hung down and there was no movement.

This punch after punch, no matter whether it was a recruit or a veteran, there was no movement.

was deeply shocked by Chu Shancheng.

Chu Shancheng was still sitting on the cloth after he stopped, as if all the pain disappeared when he shot just now, and as he defeated the cloth office, the pain in his chest, face, and other places suddenly rushed towards him.

Chu Shancheng raised his head and glanced up at the sky, immediately coughed twice, spit out the blood on the face of the cloth office, and slowly stood up with his right hand holding the body of the cloth office.

Whether it was a recruit or a veteran, there were bursts of cheers and shouts, Ji Yuan hurriedly ran up and hugged Chu Shancheng, when Chu Shancheng was limped off the stage by Ji Yuan, he didn't forget to look back at the recruits, glanced around, and the cheers immediately stopped, as if he was frightened by his death-like eyes.

Chu Shancheng just half-leaned on Ji Yuan, and said coldly at the recruits: "Find a few people to carry him down and show him quickly." ”

Several recruits in the front row immediately ran up and carried the cloth down, they were frightened by Chu Shancheng's eyes.

It wasn't until Chu Shancheng was helped away by Ji Yuan that someone dared to start whispering, and some recruits came to the side of the veteran and asked, "Who is that?" So young and so capable of fighting? ”

The veteran put his hand on the recruit's shoulder and shook his head: "Characters who can't be provoked, don't ask." ”

But this sentence caused the recruits to be more curious when they couldn't get an answer.

The cloth is a legend in their Tujia tribe, and the person who defeats the cloth is a legend, no matter who it is, must be a legend!

Ji Yuan put Chu Shancheng into a camp tent where no one was: "Childe, you haven't slept for a few days, and you're a little reckless." ”

Chu Shancheng sat on a horse with his waist hunched over, took out the handkerchief in his arms and coughed up some blood: "You don't care!" He looked at the blood on the handkerchief, put the handkerchief in his arms again, and moved his finger at Ji Yuan: "Go get me some water to drink!"

Ji Yuan went to the tea table to pour water for Chu Shancheng, and asked him, "Do you need a doctor to take a look?" ”

"No, you can wrap the bandage around me and apply some medicine later." Chu Shancheng hung his head and still coughed.

Ji Yuan was a little helpless, and went to his package to take out the gold sore medicine and bandages. In the barracks, these things are everywhere, almost as common as water and food.

Out of the corner of his eye, Chu Shancheng caught a glimpse that Ji Yuan had already taken out the bandage, hung his head and slowly stood up, took off his shirt, spread his arms flat, and Ji Yuan quickly leaned up and tied the bandage.

For them, dealing with each other's trauma has formed a tacit understanding.

When Ji Yuan wrapped the bandage around the center of his ribs, he poked it down with his fingers, and he already clearly felt that Chu Shancheng's ribs were broken, and there was more than one.

Chu Shancheng was poked by Ji Yuan, and the pain was agitated, but he couldn't hold back, and shouted "hiss".

"Young Master, Bone ........."

Chu Shancheng interrupted Ji Yuan without letting him finish: "Don't talk nonsense, cough cough, continue to tie you up." ”

Ji Yuan knew about Chu Shancheng's affairs, and he didn't listen to it at all, so he sighed helplessly, and continued to tie Chu Shancheng's chest firmly.

When it was wrapped around his back, he could still feel the scar of the staff wound on Chu Shancheng's back, which was still obviously left on it.

Ji Yuan was familiar with such things as bandages and medicine, and it was over quickly. Chu Shancheng slowly put on his coat outside the bandage, but his face was really pale, and half of his face was swollen, and he looked really weak.

Ji Yuan couldn't help but persuade: "Young Master, otherwise rest for a while." ”

Chu Shancheng didn't speak, and sighed, because it wasn't that he didn't want to rest, it was true that the experience of the two uncles hit him too hard, and he hadn't figured out how to explain to Old Man Gu, so he couldn't rest well at all, so he could only paralyze himself by rectifying the Gu family's army, don't think too much.