Zhao Xin was just over on duty, and Zhang Xin pulled him to watch the fight. At first, Zhao Xin was still watching the fight with relish. When he saw the people sent by Yulin, he was defeated one after another. As the commander of Yulin, he naturally felt a little worried. Although he was not good at wrestling, his vision was indeed very superb. He had already seen that the man sent by the Imperial Guard not only had a tiger-back and a bear-back, but also had a very stable lower plate. It was obviously not an ordinary soldier. It was the Imperial Guard who specially found a master who had dug a hole for Yulin to jump.

As a captain, Li Wei's martial arts skills are naturally not weak, and he was in stalemate with the guards on the stage. The soldiers from both sides shouted loudly, trying hard to cheer for their side. [bsp;    Suddenly Zhang Xin's face changed and he shouted softly, "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, the winner was decided on the court. The strong man who represented the guards suddenly let go of his hands, grabbed Li Wei's feet, and exerted force. Li Wei was concentrating on exhausting his efforts to overwhelm him, but he would never have thought that he was so quick that he suddenly stopped being grabbed by him and fell to the ground. He was already defeated.

There was a lot of cheers coming from the audience, mixed with many shouts and scoldings. Many Yulin and the guards around him were already urging and scolding. Although they had not taken action, they were very angry.

Zhao Xin sighed in his heart, turned to Zhang Xin and said, "Go and look at some brothers, don't make any trouble, it's hard to deal with it."

Zhang Xin nodded and said yes. Before he could leave, a noise came from afar. The soldiers pushed and shouted and cursed. Both sides rushed up and were about to take action.

It turned out that after the player of the Imperial Guard Camp won, he proudly gave Li Wei a thumbs up to the dejected Li Wei on the ground, which caused an uproar in Yulin off the field. This gesture was extremely insulting in the Zhao army, expressing contempt for the opponent. No wonder the soldiers in Yulin were so angry. Li Wei even waved his fists and wanted to go up and fight desperately. Fortunately, he was hugged by the smarter personal soldiers beside him, so he did not cause any trouble.

Zhao Xin, who wanted to withdraw, was helpless, and knew that if something happened to the Yulin and the imperial guards here, he would definitely not be able to escape the whip of the master's father. Thinking of this, he had to bite the bullet and jump onto the platform and yelled: "Stop it all."

He was full of energy and full of energy. He overcame the noisy noise of thousands of soldiers on the racetrack. He couldn't help but calm down when he yelled, and turned around and looked at him.

Zhao Xin stepped forward and pushed away the person who pulled Li Wei, pointed at him and shouted, "Win means winning, losing means losing. If you lose, don't look for your own reasons, and blame others for humiliating you. It's really embarrassing me, Yulin, go back to lock in for a day."

Li Wei opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but met Zhao Xin's sharp gaze. In disappointment, he had to throw his head and respond, turn around and step down.

Zhao Xin turned his eyes to the strong man in the guard again, his face was fierce and hesitated. The strong man became a little embarrassed under his sharp gaze. He hesitated, but hesitated and stammered his hands. "I... I met Zhao Duwei, but I didn't know that Zhao Duwei was watching, so I didn't offend him specifically, but I hope the Duwei would forgive me."

Although the Yulin and the Imperial Guards fought in private, they were all in the Zhao army. The Zhao army has always been very strict, with high officials and a higher level of force to kill people, not to mention the dignified Yulin Commander.

Seeing that although he was stuttering in his words, he was proud of his words, not like an ordinary soldier. He couldn't help but feel suspicious and asked, "Who are you and what is your position?"

The strong man couldn't help but avoid Zhao Xin's direct gaze and said guiltily; "The humble official is the soldiers of the First Battalion of the Imperial Guards."

Seeing his eyes dodging, Zhao Xin immediately guessed eight or nine times, his voice increased a little, and said sternly, "It is a death sentence to deceive Shangguan. Do you believe it or not, I report to General Xin to use this."

The strong man was frightened by Zhao Xin, and he was stunned for a moment and had to say dejectedly; "The Wei Yi is the captain of the first battalion and second quotations, Meng Jian, please see the Duwei."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience suddenly became noisy, because although there were no explicit regulations, most of the struggle was limited to ordinary soldiers. Those who came to power with anger, naturally would not have strict requirements. But Meng Jian was different. As a captain, he deliberately pretended to be an ordinary soldier to power. This was obviously done on purpose, intending to humiliate Yulin.

Zhao Xin was not angry either, but just narrowed his eyes, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and looked straight at Meng Jian, with his gaze not angry and powerful.

After following the Lord's Father for a long time, he gradually began to like to imitate the Lord's Father's expression. It will always make the other party feel that you are well aware of yours, and the pressure will be invisibly generated.

Sure enough, within a moment, Meng Jian could not hold on anymore. There were a row of sweat beads on his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was sunlight or cold sweat. He couldn't help but regret it secretly. He still recognized Zhao Xin, the young and proud captain, and knew that he was very proud of his father. He was really obsessed with this method. Now it was not easy to end. If Zhao Xin told his Shangguan Xinqi, he would be beaten at the least, and would be demoted at the worst.

Fortunately, Zhao Xin did not let him think too much, but said, "It was normal to have a conversation between the two films, and I had nothing to say if I would accept the bet and lose, but you would break the rules like this. Otherwise, I will compete with you and see what you think."

Meng Jian was stunned and looked at Zhao Xin with doubt, and said, "Emperor Zhao, don't make things difficult for me. You are Shangguan, how dare I attack you? If there is any harm to your father, you will not want my life."

Zhao Xin smiled and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Where can you come from in the military competition? Do you dare to do anything?"

As he said that, he pulled out a dagger from his waist and threw it on the ground, "This is the close-fitting thing that the King of Zhongshan wears with him. It is extremely sharp. If you can beat me, this dagger will be yours."

Meng Jian looked at the dagger on the ground. The scabbards in between were made of gold, which looked extremely gorgeous and was overjoyed.

That is what the King of Zhongshan used, and it must be a magic weapon that cuts iron like mud. Meng Jian immediately coveted. He looked at Zhao Xin hesitantly and said, "If I accidentally hurt you, will you not cause trouble for me in the future?"

Zhao Xin laughed and said, "In front of so many brothers, I, Zhao Xin, are still a shameless person. If you want to compete, you can compare. How can you talk so much nonsense? You are timid and look like a man."

Meng Jian's old face turned red when Zhao Xin said it. He made up his mind to stance on the spot and roared to enhance his courage.

Zhao Xin stood upright, stanced, staring at his opponent without any care.

This struggle is about skills and strength, which is very different from swordsmanship. Although Zhao Xin is proficient in swordsmanship, his strength is not the strongest, but his grasp of strength is perfect, so he has the courage to compete on stage.

Meng Jian is tall and powerful. His muscles are bulging and bulging. You can tell at a glance that he is a powerful man with great strength. Compared with Zhao Xin's figure, although he is also even and healthy, he looks much thinner compared to him.

Meng Jian looked at Zhao Xin for a long time, but seeing that he still had no intention of taking action first, he finally ran out of patience. He shouted and rushed forward, and his hands rushed forward like a palm-leaf fan to grab Zhao Xin.

Seeing that he was amazing, Zhao Xin naturally did not dare to fight him head-on, but just dodged and avoided.

The struggles are different, and they rely on real strength to collide. Since Zhao Xin wants to win, he naturally cannot dodge blindly with his body skills. His horse sank and he focused his mind and grabbed Meng Jian's shoulders. When he touched his body, he felt that his hand slipped. Meng Jian actually relied on his years of body skills to remove Zhao Xin's grip.

Seeing that his body shrank, Zhao Xin had guessed his response move and had already had a move in his heart. His hands suddenly changed, hugging Meng Jian's body like lightning, stretched out his left foot and kicked him hard, but the touching foot was like a rock.

Meng Jian gritted his teeth, increased his strength and rushed away hard. He heard Meng Jian's "hum" sound dull and finally fell to his body. Meng Jian threw his heavy body out as he fell to the ground. Meng Jian's body flew high and hit the crowd. Several "Oh" sounds came from the crowd, but it was a crowd of people raising their horses. Fortunately, there was nothing big happening.

There was a silence in the stands, then there was a roar of cheers like thunder, especially the Yulin soldiers, who even roared and applauded desperately. Zhao Xin clapped his hands proudly and laughed. Just as he was about to jump off the martial arts stage, he saw a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes in the distance looking at him with a smile.
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