Qingluo Jinghe

Eighteen types of wooden weapons were placed neatly, and those who were good at using soft weapons such as whips or meteor hammers were not left behind, and they replaced them with loose hemp ropes to make an appearance.

After all, it is a competition, if it really hurts someone, it is not good after all, and it is not easy to explain to the relatives of the injured.

Seeing that Meng Mingji had been standing on the stage of the competition for some time, all the soldiers in the audience were still fighting for the chance to drive Meng Mingji out of the barracks—everyone wanted to beat Meng Mingji by themselves. In Mingji, they all rushed to be the first to make the shot.

"How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer? There is no need for the general to do anything. This Meng Mingji will be defeated. I will go to the meeting!"

Everyone looked at the person who said the words, and they didn't know who was stuffed in, and they entered the barracks to be gilded because of their connections.

Now there is no one to fight, just let this person go directly to the ring.If a gold-plated material can beat Meng Mingji, then it will be a real shame for the latter. I am afraid that he will feel ashamed and leave in despair if he doesn't need to be bombarded by others.

If this person loses, there is still a chance left and right, and it is not considered a loss of face to the people in the barracks... Of course, those who are still booing now naturally have never thought that Meng Mingji has any real skills, or even thought about it. No one could lose to Meng Mingji.

He picked up a sword casually and went to the competition stage. Looking at Meng Mingji who was also holding a sword opposite him, he weighed the sword in his hand. After finding the feel, he pointed the sword at Meng Mingji and said with a smile: "It's also a loss. This wooden sword allows you to lie down on the competition stage today."

Being pointed at with a weapon isn't just bad.People who can point a sword at each other obviously have no intention of respecting each other.Even so, Meng Mingji still just smiled.

Meng Mingji is used to being a ruffian, and even when he smiles, he habitually wears a low-key look. After all, he doesn't look like the young man in a white robe riding a horse and walking into the hearts of others. With a bit of stupidity.

"Why, don't believe me?"

"Believe it, of course." Meng Mingji smiled again, stepping on the sword with his toe, and moved back, making the sword reach his toe, and picked it up with all his strength.

The wooden sword was twirled and lifted into the air. Meng Mingji reached out to catch it, and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. "Is it this wooden sword? I can also lie down in this ring."

"Heh, I still have a bit of self-knowledge!"

Meng Mingji's kung fu of picking a sword can only be regarded as a piece of cake. People staying in the military camp can play around in their spare time, and it doesn't take long for them to learn the trick.

This man just wanted to laugh at Meng Mingji for showing off such a little trick as some sort of skill, when he heard Meng Mingji reply, "It's also thanks to you for being able to say such big things back then."

As long as both sides are in the ring, the competition will be considered as the beginning. The man who challenged Meng Mingji stabs with a sword, and there is nothing fancy about it.

The two swords clashed with each other with a "snap", Meng Mingji held the sword in his right hand, moved his body to the left, and directly avoided the sword.

The man must have been too eager for success, and his center of gravity had already fallen forward. Even though he stabilized his figure in time, Meng Mingji stabbed his right arm with a sword, and he was marked with an obvious cinnabar red spot.

"Do you want to continue?" Qing Luo has been watching from the table above, and from the very beginning, Meng Mingji's eyes can see the strong playfulness, knowing that this person is going to be played.

Now this person has obviously fallen into decline, and the cinnabar dotted on his right arm means that if it is a real battle with a real sword, this right arm will be gone.

Meng Mingji didn't take advantage of the other person's danger, and stood there very well, waiting for the person to respond to Qingluo.

"Continue." This is the understanding that he can only fight with his left arm, otherwise it is a violation of the rules.

Don't say, Qing Luo really has some impressions of this person. If I remember correctly, this person lost his right arm, and he still dares to continue now because he is good at using his left hand.Now holding the sword in his right hand, he really didn't take Meng Mingji seriously.

"Okay, continue." Sometimes it's a kind of fun for people who overestimate themselves to be self-righteous. Qingluo knows that this competition is a foregone conclusion, and just wants to see how Meng Mingji plans to respond to this person's repeated contempt.

"You are mean!"

After Meng Mingji repeatedly attacked his lower body, and Fu made it clear that he wanted to use his right arm to break his balance, and kept attacking his right leg, the man couldn't bear it anymore.

Meng Mingji didn't respond, a wrist-cutting flower missed the man's stabbing sword, turned sideways to the left side of the man's back, turned his wrist by inertia, and stabbed directly at the back of the heart.

Even the wooden sword, this time it was really fierce, and it only made the man stagger in pain.If it wasn't for Meng Mingji's effort, he might have to lie on the bed for a hundred days.

"you you……"

"If you have nothing to accuse me, then go down and recuperate." Meng Mingji, who came here to be gilded, wanted to take this opportunity to gain some prestige, Meng Mingji despised this man's behavior.

Being humiliated in public, the man said angrily, "You are taking advantage of others!"

Throwing the sword aside, Meng Mingji patted the man on the shoulder and walked off the ring: "Let's talk about it when we are facing the enemy!"

The level of this person himself is the lowest in the barracks, and in the eyes of all the soldiers, he is not much better than Meng Mingji.

It's just that he doesn't have such a prominent family business, and he hasn't been appointed as a commander like Meng Mingji, so he starts to do some jobs that are regarded as "holding chicken feathers as arrows" in the eyes of others.

So now that this person has lost, all the soldiers don't take it seriously, and they even look down on Meng Mingji's "pickled" method of moving his sword towards the opponent's ribs-this is a competition after all, and some rules should be used The road number is.

"The cook should have prepared all the meals, and the competition will continue in the afternoon."

With Meng Mingji's first victory, it will take some time for everyone to make a decision. Seeing that it is not too early, it is better to put the competition in the afternoon.

"You guys are watching the arena here, don't ask others to come closer, so as not to damage the weapons placed on it." Qing Luo's words did not mean to remind both parties...

If someone really did something during the competition, it would naturally be regarded as invincible.But if you can't even feel whether there is any problem with your own weapon, then don't even think about surviving against the enemy on the battlefield.

"I told you a long time ago that if he can say something like that, at least he won't be an incompetent person." The one who spoke was the old general who was still getting ready in the morning.I have to say that in many cases experience can still make people more sober.

"It's one thing to look down on what he did, but it's another thing to look down on him. If you ask me, you deserve it for losing now. Don't say anything about Meng Mingji's black hands...he is How to win, you know in your own heart."

Everyone gathered together, the loss in the morning made General Xuanwei feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart, "Let's break up, let's all break up."

Turning their heads, everyone saw General Xuan Wei standing there with a sullen face, obviously looking like he would be annoyed if someone talked about anything else.

"Don't talk about this matter anymore. It's a good idea to prepare you... When the time comes, General Qing will be annoyed. You are waiting for the good fruit!"

After Xuanwei finished speaking, he followed the soldiers to get today's meal, and at the end of the day, he turned his head and glanced at the veteran, only to find that the latter also looked at him.The moment their eyes intertwined, Xuan Wei took his eyes back first...