As soon as Xu Dong returned to the hussar camp, Yan Laohu gave him a task, asking him to go to the north school field to supervise the competition between the two small alliances together with Fang Lei, the former director of the military camp.

The hussar camp has its own characteristics of a hussar camp, and has always formed a good style of martial arts, and in a year, there are more than 10 competitions at the three levels of high, medium and low levels.

The high-level competition is organized by the general battalion, and each sub-battalion of the whole battalion sends top masters to compete for the rankings, the middle-level competition refers to the competition between any two battalions, and the low-level is the appointment of two small alliances to learn martial arts.

This time it was a low-level competition, and the two small alliances of the Eight Sons of Chaling and the Seven Tigers of Qishan were competing against each other. ”

Xu Dong had a preliminary understanding that these two small leagues have their own merits, they fight against each other once a year, and they have competed seven times in total, Chaling Bazi is four wins and three losses, and Qishan Seven Tigers lose more than Chaling Bazi once.

He was intrigued by the fight that was about to begin.

Xu Dong and Fang Lei rushed to the north school field, and saw that the ring was backed by a cliff full of rocks, about one zhang high, and it was made of one meter square mountain stone, and there were plum blossom piles, optimus primes and other martial arts facilities on the platform, and there was a row of weapon racks on the left and right sides.

After the sound of gongs and drums, he came to the stage on behalf of the superintendent sent by the general battalion to announce the beginning of the competition.

As soon as Xu Dong got out of the ring, a strong man with two cheeks and a beard and a height of eight feet walked to the center of the stage with a pair of armor in his hand.

"Hong Zhong!

Hundreds of people have gathered in the stands below, and when they saw the bearded and strong man on the stage, they shouted one after another.

Xu Dong looked at the information in his hand, this person is the boss of the eight sons of Chaling, and he is good at using the double-faced ghost head knife, known as the ghost knife Hong Zhong. ”

Hong Zhong first bowed respectfully to Xu Dong and Fang Lei, and then arched his hands towards the audience, speaking in a voice like Hong Zhong.

"Deputy Xu Ying, Director Fang, colleagues with lofty ideals, today is the day of our annual competition between Bazi and Seven Tigers, and I am here to express my deep gratitude to everyone on behalf of Bazi!"

The audience burst into applause like a mountain wind slapping on the door.

Hong Zhong showed the armor to others, this armor is dazzling, "This golden armor is the standard of our eight sons and the seven tigers, if the seven tigers defeat our eight sons today, we should give it to the seven tigers." ”

Fang Lei said to Xu Dong, "You don't know the origin of this pure gold battle armor, it is said to be one of the ten treasures that the founding monarch left in the imperial sword master camp before an expedition. ”

Xu Dong was very interested in this, and he asked, "Then how can it be in their hands?"

"At the beginning, the royal swordsman set up a rule, all masters who practiced to the seventh stage were given a treasure for every two people, and the custody belonged to the winner of the annual competition. ”

Xu Dong said "oh!".

After Hong Zhong stepped back, another big man with a round face and big ears and a straight nose and a square mouth appeared on the stage, and his footsteps shook the platform.

Fang Lei told Xu Dong that this is Pei Xiaozhi, the eldest brother of the Qishan Seven Tigers, and the younger brother of the gun king Pei Dazhi. ”

Xu Dong saw the one-armed Pei Dazhi in the last battalion competition.

Pei Xiaozhi was also the same as Hong Zhong, and came to the opening remarks, "Allies, on the day of today's big competition between our two families, thank you for your appreciation and support us!"

The applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

Fang Lei said, "It can be seen that most of the people who came to watch the battle came to praise Pei Xiaogun, and people estimated that the Seven Tigers of Qishan would win today." ”

Another golden drum sounded, flags on both sides waved, and the flag officer took the stage with the word "order" to announce the start of the first round of martial arts.

Xu Dong, a person who came to the stage from the left, knew that he was Yuan Biao, the seventh of the Seven Tigers of Qishan, and from the right was a young man about 20 years old, who took the stage to introduce himself, saying that he was the eighth Yin Sheng in the eight sons of Chaling.

Yuan Biao held the sword, Yin Sheng made a double axe, and the flag in the hand of the flag officer was smashed, and the two quickly fought.

At first, I couldn't tell which was weaker and which was stronger, but when the two sides fought to thirty times, Yin Sheng gradually showed his declining momentum, and a sword in Yuan Biao's hand danced like a silver snake and stabbed straight at Yin Sheng's face.

In fact, Yuan Biao just shook a sword, teasing Yin Sheng to raise a double axe to clamp it, he flipped his wrist along the way, and the blade of the sword slashed Yin Sheng's shoulder blade, not light, not heavy, impartial, just cut Yin Sheng's clothes and shoulder pads, but did not hurt his flesh and skin.

Yin Sheng was shocked into a sweat, and he arched his hand to admit defeat to Yuan Biao.

In the second round of the competition, the sixth of the Seven Tigers of Qishan and the seventh of the eight sons of Chaling, the seventh of the eight sons of Chaling, won.

In the third round of the competition, Chaling Bazi narrowly won.

The Seven Tigers pulled one back in the fourth round.

The fifth round is still the victory of the Seven Tigers.

Cai Oy, the third of the Seven Tigers, didn't have much trouble and defeated the opponent in the tenth battle.

In the next round, Jin Jiang, the second eldest of the Seven Tigers of Qishan, lost to Jin Wu, the eldest of the eight sons of Chaling, due to an injury he was injured during practice.

A total of six rounds of fighting were held, and both sides won three and lost three, and the situation suddenly became grim.

The contest was a best-of-seven tournament, but in previous years, the winner was decided only in six rounds, and never dragged on to the final round.

According to the rules of the competition, it should be the bosses of both sides that should be introduced now, that is, Pei Xiaogun King and Ghost Knife Hong Zhong.

Although these two people are not the top masters of the whole battalion, they have also practiced to the eighth stage of their skills, and their names are well-known, if anyone loses to the other party, then they will not be able to raise their heads in the future, and the alliance they are in will also be downgraded by the general battalion by one level.

The air began to freeze, a precursor to an approaching storm.

Hundreds of people stood still in the school yard, and no one dared to move around and talk casually.

Xu Dong has been fighting with people many times in the past two years, and today is the first time to supervise other people's martial arts competitions as a supervisor, and the first time to watch a competition that has nothing to do with himself, he naturally feels relaxed that he has never felt before.

"Boom! Boom!"

The seventh golden drum sounded, the flags on both sides were waved again, and the ghost knife Hong Zhong and Pei Xiaogun King took the stage almost at the same time.

Taking advantage of the opportunity that the flag official had not yet come up with the flag, Hong Zhong and Pei Xiaozhi discussed: "Brother Xiaozhi, if we fight each other with our life's skills today, we will lose both, so it is better for us to play a tie as soon as possible, announce that the two sides are tied, and leave it for the next year to make a decision." ”

Pei Xiaozhi said, "No, unless you are willing to bring Jin Jia back to me!"

Hong Zhong said: "Brother, this is why you are not righteous, so let's put the golden armor in the main camp, and wait for the winner to be decided next year, whoever should take it will take it." ”

Pei Xiaozhi said, "No, I have to take it away today, and I am determined to get it!"

Hong Zhong was so angry that he couldn't do it: "Let's just compare, I just think it's a pity to kill the enemy on the battlefield instead of killing the enemy on the battlefield, but on the heads of colleagues!"

Of course, Xu Dong couldn't hear what these two men said, he was a little anxious, and he was looking forward to the battle that was about to start.