My balcony connects the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 415 Seedling transplanting marksmanship, each showing their prowess

Time went back to before a stick of incense.

Qiangong Martial arts arena.

When Yuan Shu entered the venue with his troops, he happened to see Xu Huang and others sitting in the opposite shed.

Facing Longshan's army, Yuan Shu had to be more or less polite.

Xu Huang and others also got up and clasped their fists in a salute, and the two sides exchanged simple greetings.

At this time, the two men on the field were fighting back and forth, but neither of them belonged to the Longshan Army. Yuan Shu asked curiously: "Mr. Xu, did the two men on the stage fall into the eyes of the Longshan Army?"

Xu Huang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, this kind of force is not enough to recruit Longshan Army."

Yuan Shu looked at the people behind Xu Huang and asked curiously, "Who are these people?"

Xu Huang also had no ink marks, pointed to Zhao Feng beside him, and said, "Oh, we are all here to cheer Brother Zhao."

Zhao Feng cupped his fists and saluted Yuan Shu.

Yuan Shu frowned slightly, looked at Zhao Feng, then at the capable general, Ji Ling, and thought to himself: It can't be such a coincidence, can it?
Before Yuan Shu could speak, the two on the stage had already decided the winner.

The referee said in a loud voice: "The next match, Longshan Zhao Feng, against Ruyang Ji Ling, please come on stage as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Ji Ling frowned first, and then a stern look flashed across his face. He had always wanted to meet someone from the Longshan Army to see how strong they were.

Especially Xu Huang, as the commander-in-chief of the Longshan Army, Ji Ling wanted to compete with Xu Huang when he passed by Xu Huang for the first time in Anyi last year, but he never had the chance.

The Imperial Martial Arts Conference this time was a good opportunity, but unexpectedly, instead of meeting Xu Huang, they met Zhao Feng first.

Looking at Zhao Feng, who was a bit thin and thin, Ji Ling's eyes flashed with disdain.

In his opinion, Zhao Feng is nothing more than a martial artist who takes the light and agile path. The reason why he was able to ascend to the Temple of War God is nothing more than good luck.

Ji Ling noticed that Zhao Feng was also looking at him, and couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth, cupped his fists at Xu Huang, and said: "Mr. Xu, I heard that you have a superb ax technique, and after you get promoted, Ji really wants to learn it. "

Xu Huang frowned, looked at Ji Ling, then glanced at Zhao Feng beside him, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Oh? Xu also really wants to flirt with General Ji, but it's a pity, I'm afraid I won't have this chance."

Ji Ling froze for a moment, looked at Zhao Feng, but couldn't hear Xu Huang's meaning.

it means.

If you want to fight with me, you have to pass Zhao Feng's level first, and you obviously can't beat Zhao Feng, so you have no chance to face me.

Ji Ling was so angry that his teeth itch, but fortunately Yuan Shu didn't want to offend the people of the Longshan Army for him, so he hurriedly pulled Ji Ling.

Ji Ling snorted coldly, picked up a three-pointed double-edged knife, and strode onto the ring with his head held high.

Seeing this, Yuan Shu sighed helplessly, clasped fists with Xu Huang and Zhao Feng and said, "I made you two laugh."

"No problem." Xu Huang saluted back.

Zhao Feng nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the shed, picking up a big cloth package.

Seeing this, Yuan Shu was shocked and said, "That's it?"

Xu Huang looked back and said with a smile, "They're just ordinary spears."

on the ring.

Ji Ling had already stood still.

At this time, the audience enthusiastically shouted the title of "Flying General God of War", which made Ji Ling very upset.

Looking back at Zhao Feng, Ji Lingnong frowned instantly.

And the [-] spectators on the field were all dumbfounded.

I saw Zhao Feng holding a gentian silver spear and wearing a dragon mountain armor... and carrying a dozen standard long spears on his back.

Ji Lingnong frowned and looked at the referee, "Is this too much?"

The referee shook his head and explained: "As long as the weapons brought by the contestants can be used, as long as they don't hurt people's lives, we don't care."

Ji Ling opened his mouth, and angrily tightened the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand.

Looking at Zhao Feng, he paused, and couldn't help but sneer and said: "With so many weapons on my back, I want to see how you can avoid my knife."

Whether it should be said or not, Zhao Feng still had a bit of a hard time, mainly because the dozen or so long spears were all made of iron. If one spear weighed thirty catties, he would be carrying a weight of nearly four hundred catties, which was not counted on his body. The weight of the armor.

The two stood still.

The referee glanced at Zhao Feng and said loudly: "Remember, don't take people's lives, otherwise you will be sentenced directly and punished according to the law."

Zhao Fengjian frowned slightly, nodded, and said: "Don't worry, I will pay attention."

When Ji Ling heard this, veins popped up on his forehead, and he shouted, "Stop talking nonsense, let's start directly, trying to hurt me is just a dream."

The referee received Zhao Feng's guarantee, and didn't say anything more. He waved his hand, "Let's start the competition."

bang~
Ji Ling kicked his legs and rushed towards Zhao Feng. He still couldn't believe that Zhao Feng could escape his attack with so many things on his back.

However, before he could run a few meters away, the ferocious smile on his face suddenly froze, and he hastily tilted his body.

Bah!
He narrowly dodged a flying spear.

The long gun flew past his armpit, and was directly inserted into the floor, making a crisp buzzing sound.

When Ji Ling came back to his senses, he looked up and found that Zhao Feng had run to the edge of the ring at some point.

The left hand holds the gentian silver gun upside down.

The legs run fast.

It may be that he has carried too many things on his back, and his running is not fast, which is about the same as the speed of ordinary people running at full strength.

Seeing Ji Ling's movement, Zhao Feng drew a spear from behind with his right hand, and threw it towards him while running.

Boom, the spear was aimed at Ji Ling's attacking route, directly cutting off Ji Ling's forward momentum.

Ji Ling had no choice but to dodge and attack again.

And Zhao Feng's long spear is not a vegetarian, every time it flies past Ji Ling's body steadily, which makes him very aggrieved.

Bang, bang, bang bang...

Ji Ling hadn't noticed it yet, but as the number of spears on Zhao Feng's back decreased, his running speed continued to increase.

And the same as his running speed, the faster the speed, the more frequently the spears flew.

At first, Ji Ling could easily dodge the flying spears.

In the end, he found that he was exhausted just by dealing with the continuous shooting of spears from all directions, so there was no way to chase Zhao Feng.

And what about Zhao Feng?

Running from start to finish.

The gentian silver spear in his left hand never moved, and his running route was simply running circles around the ring.

The strange thing is that wherever he was running, there was always a long spear stuck in the ground. He happened to pass by, pulled it out, and threw it at Ji Ling. Ji Ling narrowly escaped, and the spear landed on the floor behind Ji Ling...

When Zhao Feng ran around for half a circle and came across the long spear, he pulled it out and shot at Ji Ling, repeating this cycle.

Under the ring.

All the people watching the battle were so shocked that they didn't know what to say.

There are many veterans who have been on the battlefield, and they are already popularizing this method of flying guns to the audience, how to harvest heads on the battlefield.

"You don't understand. There are spears, spears, and daggers everywhere on the battlefield. They are inexhaustible. As long as the flying general God of War can still run, he will have no shortage of weapons."

"Then what if you can't lose someone?"

"That's right, Ji Ling easily dodged dozens of shots."

"Hehe, you guys are really naive. Let's not talk about whether those pawns on the battlefield have Ji Ling's skills. How about a shot when he kills the enemy?"

Hearing this, someone shrank their neck unconsciously, feeling like a flying gun was shot at the back of their heart the next moment.

Yes, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and it is different from one-on-one competition in the arena.

If on the battlefield, Zhao Feng shot Ji Ling from behind while he was defending against the enemy, he might not be able to avoid it.

"Of course, this is not over. I don't know if you have noticed that Flying General God of War still has a spear in his left hand. If he is not afraid of hurting Ji Ling, he can take advantage of Ji Ling to avoid the spear man in the air or land At the moment, just make up a shot!"

"Wow!"

"That's right, so Zongbing Zhao hasn't tried his best."

"Isn't that right? Just now Ji Ling jumped into the air several times in order to avoid flying guns. If this time... tsk tsk, he will definitely die!"

On the other side, Yuan Shu and the others sitting in the shed had terribly gloomy expressions.

They have all been on the battlefield, so they naturally know how terrifying Zhao Feng's strange marksmanship is to harvest heads on the battlefield.

At this moment, seeing Ji Ling tired of dealing with the flying gun and hiding around like a monkey, they all looked helpless.

Yuan Shu looked at Xu Huang, and praised sincerely: "This Zhao Zihu is worthy of the name of the God of War, and Xu Zongbing's subordinates are all people who can stabilize the country."

Xu Huang didn't think he was happy, but instead yelled angrily: "Zhao Feng, how long are you going to play, you bastard!?"

Yuan Shu and the others were taken aback by the sudden shout.

Zhao Feng on the stage showed helplessness, and while running, he shouted to Ji Ling: "Brother Ji, Zhao will do his best in the future, please forgive me if there is any offense."

Ji Ling: (°Д°)

Seeing that Zhao Feng played with a beautiful flower gun in his left hand and raised the gentian silver gun, Ji Ling cheered up, "Don't, admit defeat, Ji has surrendered!"

···
at the same time.

Shock Palace Martial Arts Field.

"Yawn~"

The silver carp rubbed its nose, and lazily walked down from the ring with its purple-gold mace in hand.

On the ring behind him, lay a fat man, not even inferior to Lu Bu and Guan Yu in height.

The big man was originally wearing a rattan stand, which was specially used to restrain blunt weapon damage.

But at this time the rattan frame was torn apart, and what was even more frightening was that beside the big man lay a thick-backed broadsword that was crooked and bumpy.

The referee glanced at the distorted broken arm of the big man, and shouted loudly: "The winner, Longshan silver carp... Hurry up, take the injured down for treatment."

···
Dui Palace Martial arts arena.

The shouts of the audience were like turbulent waves hitting the shore, and the waves were higher than the waves.

Just because the person who appeared was a member of the Temple of War God, and the opponent was also a well-known general in the Central Plains, Gao Lan.

Holding a rare hook sickle and long halberd, Zhang Liao leaped high, aimed at Gao Lan's raised shield and chopped it down.

Gao Lan sneered, held up the shield, and at the same time touched the long knife at his waist with his right hand, his eyes fixed on the hook sickle that was about to fall.

As long as the hook sickle is embedded in this special cork shield, he can start to fight back.

Before the start of the competition, he had already thoroughly researched several people in the Temple of War.

And he, Gao Lan, wanted to step on the shoulders of God of War and make a name for himself!

However, seeing that the hook sickle was about to fall on the cork shield, Zhang Liao, who was in mid-air, suddenly flipped forward.

Before the hook sickle touched the shield, it retracted abruptly, followed Zhang Liao in a circle in the air, and fell head-on to Gao Lan again.

Seeing this, Gao Lan's face changed drastically.

Knowing that Zhang Liao's whole body strength, coupled with the acceleration of the rotation, would definitely not be able to block it with one arm.

He resolutely gave up drawing a knife to fight back, and instead held a shield with both hands.

but.

bang~
click*2
"Ah, my hand!"

···
Zhonggong Martial Arts Arena.

"I, I, I, I surrender!"

Looking at the opponent who walked off the ring resentfully, Lu Bu raised his thick eyebrows, and he was so angry that he split several pieces of the floor with his halberd.

The man walked down the ring embarrassingly carrying the spear, and silently shook his head facing the relatives and friends on the sidelines.

Seeing this, relatives and friends hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, that's Lu Fengxian, the unparalleled god of war, there's no shame in admitting defeat."

Lu Bu walked down the ring speechlessly, looked at the man who had surrendered, and wanted to say a few words about him, but after thinking about it, forget it.

If you want to blame, you can only blame him for playing too much yesterday, leaving thousands of square meters of shadow area in the hearts of these contestants.

"The next match, Yanzhou Xiahou Dun, will fight against Longshan Dianwei, please come on stage as soon as possible."

Lu Bu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the stairs on the west side.

"Dian Wei, Wei Jun's most powerful guard, but I have never seen him make a move."

on the ring.

Xiahou Dun's eyebrows were like swords, and he looked at Dian Wei opposite, his eyes full of fear.

Being able to be selected by Wei Cheng as a personal bodyguard, the outside world has always had different opinions on the strength of Dian Wei and Xu Chu.

It's a pity that except for a few members of the Longshan Army, almost no one has seen them make a move. As for the strength of the two, we can only speculate from the ranking of the "Big Han Dragon and Tiger List".

Xu Chu has never dropped out of the top [-] on the list, but Dian Wei is even more terrifying.

"That's Dian Wei who is second on the Dragon and Tiger List!"

"That's right, I heard that this person is highly appreciated by Mr. Wei, and has always been close to protect Mr. Wei, and never leaves him."

"That must be very powerful?"

"Hehe, that's quite powerful. I happened to be performing martial arts in Kun Palace yesterday, and I was lucky enough to watch him make a move. That guy is amazing!"

The referee on the stage waited for the two to stand still, then turned to look at Dian Wei, frowned and said, "Guard Dian, you must not hurt anyone again today."

Dian Wei froze for a moment, glanced at Xiahou Dun's sturdy body, and nodded muffled.

The referee looked at Xiahoudun again, and kindly reminded: "General Xiahou, Mr. Cao's expedition is coming soon, and I probably don't want to see you, a capable general, injured because of the game. If you can't stand it for a while, you must call for help immediately, otherwise..."

Xiahou Dun raised his thick eyebrows, and said impatiently, "After the fight, it's not certain who will win."

As the same guard, how could Xiahoudun easily admit defeat, "Today, we must defeat Dian Wei, and when Meng De goes to see Wei Jun, he will have more confidence in negotiating." ' he thought to himself.

The referee shook his head, it's hard to persuade the damn ghost.

"Since that's the case, then... the competition, let's start!"

Bang, bang!

"Admit defeat, I admit defeat, you, don't come here!"

Referee: ╮(╯_╰)╭

(End of this chapter)