The wrestling technique is much more effective than Du Chengfeng expected.

Originally, Du Chengfeng thought that the wrestling skills he got from the memory of the axe could only be regarded as pure sports. After all, in this world where everyone can go out with a blade, the throwing technique with bare hands is really useless.

Just, he is still looking for an opportunity to grab the other party's body, but the opposite side has already been slashed, the knife is longer than the hand, isn't his side necessarily cut?

But contrary to Du Chengfeng's expectations, the answer is, not necessarily.

There are also high and low levels among wrestlers.

If it is an ordinary wrestler, it is naturally impossible to face the blade, and whether the sharp blade is slashed or stabbed, even if it is just a stroke, the flesh and blood will be bled on the spot.

But Du Chengfeng's wrestling skills came from the two brothers, Su Xixuan and Su Xiqing.

Su Xixuan knew that although this armor beard would be cut by him with a knife, he was still impressed by the powerful posture of his big shoulders and round waist, wearing iron armor, and the courage and strength of smashing the gate of the dock fort with an axe. This strong warrior is naturally a good fighter in the wrestling ring, and he doesn't know how many heroes have been swept away with his bravery.

But the stronger one is still Su Xiqing.

It was a humanoid monster that could kill a giant bear with a large axe when he was a child, and his understanding of timing and strength had reached its peak. If the powerful Su Xixuan is an insurmountable mountain in the wrestling arena, then Su Xiqing, who is the elder brother, is far higher and farther than the mountain, that vast sky.

In that memory, Su Xixuan would also wrestle with his brother in his spare time, but the mountain that could not be climbed in the wrestling ring never lasted until the second round.

Su Xiqing, very strong.

"What would happen if it was replaced by Su Xiqing to face the spear throwing just now?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but fall into thought.

After a few moments, he came up with an answer.

If it was replaced by Su Xiqing, then it would be impossible for the first spear to fall to the ground.

It was only three zhang away, and Yang Sanlang, who was standing at the door, would be killed by Su Xiqing within one breath, using the throwing spear he threw himself.

And Du Chengfeng himself, without relying on the big knife, relied on the exact same technology, and even almost the same reaction and experience, but after all, he couldn't do an instantaneous countermeasure, and even let Yang Sanlang use all five throwing spears.

That's the gap.

The gap between him and Su Xiqing.

"Really...... Monster. ”

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh.

In the face of a humanoid monster who was still capable of slaying a giant bear at a young age, could an ordinary person like him really have the strength to fight against it?

Perhaps, yes.

"Maybe it can be done."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng raised his head and looked at the pile of blades in the courtyard.

Blades from the Hu people, more than 200 handles.

The blades from Yangjiabao are more than sixty.

A bite of the Yang family heirloom knife.

And the one at his feet, a two-handed axe engraved with an ancient pattern.

This is all his current family background, the experience and wisdom attached to more than 260 blades, it is said that the three stinkers are Zhuge Liang, so after gathering more than 260 pieces of wisdom, can he fight with Su Xiqing?

Du Chengfeng didn't know, but he wanted to try.

In order to defend his hard-won life.

So, I couldn't sleep all night.

The next morning, Yang Xuan led a few clansmen to knock on the door of Du Chengfeng's small courtyard, and the young clansmen all carried gifts, and several large boxes were full.

This is obviously to make amends, Yang Xuan already knows what happened to Yang Sanlang last night, and in the face of the trouble caused by this unconscious nephew, he can only send someone to carry Yang Sanlang back first, and then come over with a gift to apologize.

Even if you give up this old face, you have to talk about it in the past.

Yang Xuan had already made up his mind.

But when he pushed open the tattered gate of the small courtyard and was about to say the cliché that had been prepared for the middle of the night, the words that blurted out were choked in his throat.

Just because he saw the knife.

Knives everywhere.

The rising sun was reflected on the sharp blade, and the sunlight that should have been warm was only left after the reflection of the blade.

Yang Xuan and those Yang clan people didn't even dare to open their eyes for a while.

Even though the knives were stuck diagonally into the ground, along with the spears, the blades still seemed to swing at the next moment, smashing them through them.

But immediately, the fear of the sword soldier disappeared in an instant.

As if it were all just an illusion.

"It's ......"

Those people of the Yang clan who were carrying gifts couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Yang Xuan.

They all knew very well that what they had just felt was not an illusion.

"Don't panic, these blades have all been sharpened."

Shaking his head, Yang Xuan subconsciously picked up a scimitar that was inserted not far from his feet.

The shoddy scimitar flickered with cold light, as if it was about to kill people in the next moment, but when Yang Xuan held it in his hand, he didn't feel any urge to kill.

The knife is a knife, just a piece of iron that has opened its edge, and it is lying quietly in his hand at the moment, as if he has fallen asleep.

"It's someone who can control the evil spirit of the sword......"

Yang Xuan carefully inserted the scimitar back into the ground, not daring to touch it more.

At this moment, Yang Xuan once again confirmed the correctness of his decision, although this may damage the face of the Yang family, but compared to a strong man who can control the evil spirit of the sword soldiers, the ethereal face is the least important thing.

You must find a way to let the other party stay in Yangjiabao, even if you really worship it as an ancestor.

"Prepare more gifts, hurry up, these gifts are thin...... See what I'm doing? Don't know how much to take? Then show the attitude of worshiping the ancestors! ”

While instructing the young clansmen around him like this, Yang Xuan walked forward respectfully.

Although he said that he wanted to show the attitude of worshipping his ancestors, the closer he got to the dilapidated hall, the more obvious the subtle sense of respect in Yang Xuan's heart became.

Especially when he pushed open the door of the hall in front of him, he even had the illusion of pushing open the door of the ancestral hall.

And in the hall, the figure sitting on the edge of the millstone was also in a trance, with a little shadow of his Yang ancestor.

Until the other person speaks.

"Hell, how do you grind this thing?"

While scolding the street, Du Chengfeng threw the bones in his hand aside.

Then he raised his head and looked at Yang Xuan at the door.

"You're just in time."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng raised his hand and pointed to the blades all over the ground in the courtyard.

"It's too little, it's still too little."

"More, I want more."