The war drums were beating, the flags were fluttering, and on the open plain east of Sinan Mansion, the soldiers and horses of the two sides stood against each other.

The 200,000-man spread out was quite spectacular, but only a few actually took part in the battle.

Sima Kuan didn't seem to be afraid of the other party's cold arrows, drove his horse to the junction of the two armies, and hugged his fists:

"Lord Wang, it's been a long time."

King Wu was more calm than him, he didn't wear any armor, he went to the battlefield in civilian clothes, and said with a smile:

"I remember the last time we met was more than ten years ago when you were just a thousand households, and this king intended to receive his command, but you kid was a stunned young man, saying that one day he will beat me."

Sima Kuan smiled slightly, and said noncommittally:

"Isn't that the opportunity now?"

"Hahaha, this king will give you this opportunity today."

Both of them are veterans of the battlefield, and the rules don't need to be said, just be polite, and King Wu retreats to the rear, leaving the position to today's protagonist.

Wang Yijing rode out of the crowd on a black horse, dressed in Mingguang armor, carrying a horse lance on his shoulder, and when he saw Sima Kuan, he said familiarly:

"General Sima, meet again."

Sima Kuan thought for a while, and immediately recalled that the other party had accompanied the princess to his mansion, and the king of Wu handed over the first battle to him, which must have been extremely trusting of him.

"Can I leave a name?"

"Wang Yijing."

"Okay."

The man wanted to pull out the horse's side Changge, but a white shadow suddenly rushed out from behind, holding a spear and heading straight for the young man opposite.

"Dad, this person must be handed over to the child."

The person who stirred up the situation was Sima Chengguang, there was no father and son in battle, Sima Kuan sighed, pulled the reins and stepped back.

"It turns out that you are Wang Yijing."

The young man made a sharp move, and he didn't forget to say a few words between the collision of weapons, Wang Yijing replied while parrying:

"Has the little general heard my name?"

"I haven't heard it, it's like thunder, I was first chased and killed by His Majesty all over the city, and then defected to King Wu, became his pioneer, and was promoted from a thousand households to a general soldier in a month."

"I'm embarrassed if you continue to boast."

"Heh, you are a rebel and a thief, the master should have slashed you in the house that day."

Sima Chengguang smiled at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of murderous aura, and the two were added together to form an inexplicable harmony.

The young man's expression was terrifying enough, but for Wang Yijing, who had lived on the battlefield for a long time and lived for hundreds of years, he would only feel naïve, and he couldn't help but joke:

"I can't imagine that the little general is so young, he is actually a war maniac, he must have killed a lot of people, right?"

"It's good to say, since the young master put on this armor and slaughtered dozens of people, it seems that another one is going to be added today."

"The little general is so courageous, but the real strong man is not like you."

As Wang Yijing spoke, his expression changed suddenly, and he lost the slightest bit of cynicism, leaving only extreme calmness.

The young man was shocked for no reason, he quickly adjusted his state, raised the spear in his hand and said with a little annoyance:

"Pretend to be a ghost, master, this will make you a ghost under the gun."

Wang Yijing looked at him calmly, but he didn't speak quickly, his legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, turned the horse's lance, and aimed his tail at the young man.

The latter, feeling humiliated, twitched the reins, and rushed towards the other party regardless of it.

The speed of the two became faster and faster, and at the moment of approaching, there was a muffled sound of "bang", and the young man flew out upside down in front of everyone, and his back hit the ground, so that he could hang his back and fall to his breath.

Sima Chengguang sat up with difficulty, the sharp pain from his ribs made him gasp, and he stubbornly raised his head to look at the young man on the horse.

Wang Yijing returned to his previous out of tune, put one arm on the saddle and said:

"Little general, you lost, while your ribs didn't puncture your lungs, hurry back and heal."

"How the hell are you ......?"

The boy's brows furrowed, and he didn't know how to ask for a moment.

When the two fought, the other party was like an emotionless monster, the knife was immovable and immovable, if it continued, it would only lose both, so the boy hesitated for a moment, lost the opportunity, and was finally picked under the horse.

Wang Yijing pulled the horse lance and said:

"Fighting to suppress the opponent with momentum is indeed a clever method, but in the face of the truly strong, these tricks will not work in the slightest."

"You just beat me, so you dare to call yourself a strong man?"

"I may not be qualified, but I have really seen immortals, they can control the life and death of others, and treat human life as a mustard.

When a person is cleaning up weeds, how can he worry that the weeds will hurt him? ”

"That's nonsense, you treat me like a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child?"

"I know you're not young, hurry up and go back and ask your father to find a daughter-in-law."

After Wang Yijing finished speaking, he laughed and turned to leave, leaving the young man with dry eyes.

Sima Kuan's side was defeated in the first battle, and morale was more or less affected, Sima Chengguang was simply bandaged, moved Zhang Mazha and sat in front of the battle, with a little guilt:

"Dad, it's useless to be a child."

"There is no reason not to lose in a war, and the most important thing is to learn lessons."

"The child knows his mistakes, and he must be cautious about the enemy in the future, that Wang Yijing does have some skills, but it's a pity that his life is too short."

As the young man spoke, his face turned gloomy with shame that did not match his age, and Sima Kuan did not say anything, his eyes were always on the front.

……

In the second battle, each side sent an unknown general, Wang Yijing, a young general with a silver gun, who was Cheng Xing's brother-in-law, who seemed to be surnamed Zhao.

Sima Kuan was a middle-aged man on his side, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, no armor, and a bamboo pole in his hand, which meant that it was his weapon.

In the foot battle of the two candidates, the young man rushed forward with a spear and introduced himself:

"I'm Zhao Zilong, who is your Excellency?"

"Poof!"

Sima Chengguang, who was sitting on the maza, couldn't help laughing first, and then pulled his ribs, grinning in pain, and scolded:

"Fuck, is this guy trying to laugh at me?"

On the other side, Wang Yijing also sighed:

"Mr. Cheng, your brother-in-law is not only capable, but I didn't expect his name to be so hard."

"Hard fart, his name is Zhao Hou, and he has sealed himself a Zhao Zilong."

Cheng Xing's face was not good-looking.

King Wu explained:

"Zhao Hou has met an opponent this time, and the one on the other side is not a general at all, not even a soldier."

"What's that?"

"Secret guard, named Jiang Fengnian, codenamed Chenlong."

Wang Yijing was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this a lie?" ”

"There is no rule between the two sides that you can't ask for help, and no matter what the outcome of the battle is, it won't affect the future martial arts, so you better prepare as soon as possible."

In the gap between Wang Siheng's explanation, the middle-aged man with a bamboo pole in his hand had already reported his name, and the two did not have too much politeness, and fought together directly.

The silver spear in Zhao Hou's hand was made of stainless steel, a hundred and ten catties, and it was whirring when it was wielded, even if the thick shield was hit, it had to be completely sunken in, and ordinary people could only hide.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side didn't seem to be afraid at all, a light bamboo pole in his hand, he could catch the iron gun every time, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and he seemed to be at ease.

On the other hand, Zhao Hou was much more uncomfortable, every shot seemed to be smashed on cotton, and most of his strength was leaked.

Zhao Hou was tired of coping, and after more than a dozen moves, he was so tired that he was out of breath, and the middle-aged man took advantage of his change of breath when the bamboo pole in his hand suddenly poked out and pointed directly at the other party's chest.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the young man didn't even hum, and fell directly to the ground unconscious.

…… (End of chapter)