Zhao Xin was thinking in his heart, raising his sword to meet him. But he heard a "clang" sound. Zhao Xin suddenly felt a huge force coming from the sword, and his chest suddenly became stuffy, and the tiger's mouth was shocked and could hardly hold the sword. He was shocked. He thought that this silly man really had some ability, and he had such great strength. If he faced a few swords, he would not have to wait for him to admit defeat. His light sword would soon be broken.

Shi Hu was a little surprised to see that he actually took the move he was determined to win, and he was not too busy to take multiple moves and strode forward to attack. However, he saw Zhao Xin quickly put down his sword and waved his hand, "Slow, slow, slow."

Shi Hu took his sword away and looked at Zhao Xin in confusion and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Xin turned around and raised his sword, and said bitterly to his master's father, "Master, do you have a heavier sword to borrow it? This sword is too light, and I'm afraid it will be cut off by him in two seconds."

Zhao Yong grabbed the sword beside him and threw it out, "You're the one who has a lot to do, then."

Zhao Xin jumped up, took it in the air, pulled it out, and saw a cold air flashing, and a murderous aura overflowed. After that, Zhao Xin danced a sword flower casually, called the good sword secretly, turned around and looked at Shi Hu with great momentum and said, "Come on."

Shi Hu naturally would not be polite. He stepped forward and waved his sword to stab him. Although the moves were simple, they were full of power. He wanted to fight quickly and get rid of this little slippery head as soon as possible.

Zhao Xin first focused his mind and raised his sword to block it, and acted like fighting to the end. Shi Hu was slightly happy when he saw it, thinking that this kid actually wanted to fight with him, and he was kind of a person.

But seeing the two swords were about to meet each other. A jaw-dropping scene suddenly appeared, and Zhao Xin actually turned around and ran away. Shi Hu was stunned at first, then furious, waving his sword and chasing him quickly.

Two figures, one big and one small, chased each other on the ring like an eagle catching a chicken. Although Zhao Xin was weak, his body was extremely flexible. Compared to Shi Hu's huge body, he was extremely bulky. After several times of chasing, he suddenly became angry and embarrassed. The anger in his heart accumulates more and more, and he just wanted to kill this kid and then hurry up.

Seeing that the sword that should have fought to the death turned into a farce, the crowd present booed repeatedly. The main father on the Congtai had a gloomy face. Those who knew him could see the signs of his anger at this time. It was obvious that Zhao Xin's rogue style of playing made the main father lose some of his initial affection for him.

Zhao He, who was standing aside, also noticed the change of the Lord's Father's face, became even more anxious. At the same time, he was worried that Shi Hu would hurt his son's life insignificantly. He was about to go out to plead for his son, but his sleeve was pulled by someone. When he turned around, he saw Li Dui shook his head slightly at him and lowered his head and said in a low voice. "Xin'er has been weird since childhood, and may not have no way to deal with it. If you go out rashly now, you will only have bad things."

As soon as Li Dui's words fell, a sudden change occurred on the ring. It turned out that Zhao Xin ran to a dead corner in panic, and Shi Hu was chased by him.

Seeing that he finally caught the boy, Shi Hu had a hideous smile on his black face and raised his sword to slash him hard, making sure to split the little slippery head in half.

Zhao Xin was stunned in a panic and at a loss. He looked at the giant sword that was slashing head-on with horror, and just raised his sword to block it. Seeing this, Shi Hu suddenly realized that this was just a competition. Although this kid was abominable, he would not die. Besides, his family would not give up if he killed him. This was a trouble.

Thinking of this, Shi Hu subconsciously withdrew his three-point force, thinking that as long as this kid suffers a little, it will be enough.

The moment the two swords intersected, a sudden change occurred. Zhao Xin turned around and used the sword to remove most of Shi Hu's strength. His left elbow hit the Guanyuan acupoint on Shi Hu's waist as fast as lightning. Shi Hu bent over in pain, but Zhao Xin used all his strength to hit the arms hard and could no longer support him and fell to the ground. When he struggled to get up from the ground, a sword was already on his neck.

"You lost." Zhao Xin looked at Shi Hu on the ground with a smile, his face full of pride.

Shi Hu was not afraid of the sword of the neck, and pushed it away with his hand and roared angrily, "You are cheating."

Zhao Xin played a sword flower and said proudly, "So what if you do deceit? Soldiers never get tired of deceit. This is called wisdom, and you don't understand it even if you say it."

Zhao Yong's eyes flashed through his eyes on the stage and he spoke, "You win like this, it's a bit unfair to win, no wonder Shi Hu is dissatisfied."

Zhao Xin turned around and looked at the master father on the stage, and said seriously with a small face; "The master father wronged the villain. The martial arts field is like a battlefield, and it is not only swordsmanship, but also strategy and mind. The so-called superiors' plan to attack, blindly fighting brute force is the choice of the subordinates. I first show the enemy as weak and make him careless; then use the guerrilla nature to make him restless; then suddenly launch a surprise weapon to attack the place where he must save; finally give all his strength to defeat him in one fell swoop. Master, you have given me a clear and unscrupulous position, how can I win without martial arts?"

Zhao Yong laughed loudly, "What a sharp mouth. I didn't expect you to be proficient in military tactics. I look at you with admiration."

"Okay, even if you win in this game, you will win wonderfully and you will win beautifully!" After saying that, he glared at Shi Hu who was still dissatisfied, and said in a deep voice. "If you don't get back, you will lose if you lose, and you will still be embarrassed. Zhao Xin is right. If you lose, you will lose because of your underestimation of the enemy. Fortunately, this is just a martial arts competition. If you fight on the battlefield, you may have lost all your brothers' lives. Go back and get thirty military sticks and be confined to three days."

Shi Hu did not dare to contradict his father. Although he was dissatisfied, he had to retreat with his head down.

Zhao Yong turned his eyes to Zhao Xin again and said with a smile, "Very good, you are very fond of my appetite. Tell me, what rewards do you want, I will try to satisfy you."

Zhao Xin glanced at Zhao Quan, who was full of jealousy, pointed at him and said loudly, "Master, I want his golden feather."

Zhao Yong was stunned, and then he met the two of them for a holiday, and immediately shouted with laughter and cry, "I'm not a joke, I'm going to give you another one."

Zhao Xin withdrew his hand with a look of disappointment, thought for a while, then raised the sword in his hand; "Then Master, I want this sword."

As soon as Zhao Xin's voice fell, the generals all changed color. The leading young master Zhao Zhang stood up suddenly and said angrily, "You are so brave. This sword is the personal thing left by the former king to the father. You dare..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yong stopped him and had to retreat in disappointment.

Zhao Yong narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Xin with a smile and said, "Do you know the origin of this sword?"

Seeing Zhao Zhang say this, Zhao Xin couldn't help but regret asking for a sword, but now he is already in a difficult situation, so he had to bite the bullet and answer, "The villain doesn't know."

Zhao Yong walked down from Congtai and reached out to Zhao Xin. Zhao Xin quickly knelt down and handed the sword. Zhao Yong took the sword and gently flicked the sword body with his fingers. The sword body trembled slightly, like a dragon's roar, with a good sword on his back."

"This sword is called Yuanhong. It was made by Gongsun Ye. When I was the prince, I wore it by my side. I followed me to fight on the battlefield for more than 30 years. I have been killed in total with thirteen generals of Qin, Wei, Qi, Zhongshan, Lin Hu, Lou Fan, Donghu maid Xiao Wang, and countless unknown people. If you are the master, you will not lose to me. If you are not enough, I will take your head to comfort me."

"Do you dare to ask for it?" Zhao Yong's eyes were stern and full of momentum, making people afraid to look at him.

Zhao Xin was afraid of heaven and earth, and forced himself to face the gaze of the Lord Father under tremendous pressure, and resolutely said, "Dare!"

Zhao Xinyangtian laughed loudly, patted Zhao Xin's slightly thin shoulder hard, and said with satisfaction, "Okay, very good, courageous, a good seedling. I'm rewarding you with this sword, don't let Yuanhong down."

After saying that, he threw the scabbard away, Zhao Xinxi took the scabbard, danced a sword flower and put it into the scabbard, and half-kneeled on the ground and shouted loudly, "Thank you the Lord's Father to reward you, the villain will do his best to live up to the Lord's Father's expectations."

Zhao Yong narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Xin for a long time. He liked this young man more and more. He only felt that he looked very similar to him when he was young. So he turned to look at Zhao He who was sweating coldly on the side, and smiled, "Zhao Neishi."

"I am here." Zhao He hurriedly stepped out and bowed slightly.

"You have taught a good son."

Zhao He felt a little proud, but he apologized without any slightest expression on his face: "The master's father forgives his sins, the dog's son is dull and naughty by nature. It was because the minister neglected to discipline him that he did not know the etiquette and collided with the master's father. He also asked the master's father to forgive his sins and asked him to take him back to discipline him."

Zhao Yong waved his hand and smiled, "Your son is indeed naughty by nature and really doesn't know how to be polite, but he is very tempted by me. I think this child is very interesting and want to keep him by my side as a lieutenant. I wonder if you can give up?"

The Langguan is the personal bodyguard of the palace king. He always stays with the king. Although he has no rank, he is the king's confidant and his future is limitless. If nothing unexpected happens, those who can be selected as the Langguan will be officers above the commander. Zhao Xin actually crossed the Yulin and became the Langguan directly, which is extremely eye-catching.

Sure enough, all the boys present showed jealousy in their eyes, especially Zhao Quan, who had won the first prize before, was even more hated.

Seeing that his father said this, Zhao He could not object to him, so he hurriedly pulled Zhao Xin, who was stunned by the side, and said, "Thank you, Master, Long-for-honor."

Zhao Yong nodded with a smile and said to Zhao Xin again, "But I am ugly in front of you. If you serve me, you will definitely have to ride horses all year round. I think your riding skills are just average, and your archery skills are even worse. I will give you half a year. If you can't be the standard water quality of the cavalry in our army, you will be good at that time."

Zhao Xin said confidently, "Master, please rest assured, the villain can do it,"

Zhao Yong nodded with a smile and said, "I will set up camp in the north to the Yanmen Yunzhong in three days. You go home and clean up."

"promise!"
Chapter completed!