Traveling through the portable space to the cold palace

Chapter 119 Barracks (2)
How could these latecomers beat Concubine Liang?I'm afraid there are many eyeliners and nails of Concubine Liang in this Wanqing Palace.

"Your Majesty, you are tired today, you should take a good rest. No matter what happens, the child is the most important thing. As long as you raise the child well, you are not afraid that the emperor will not spoil you."

Concubine Ying put away the anger on her face, exhaled lightly, and felt tired at this moment, "Well, you go down first, I will sleep for a while, remember to invite the emperor to come over for dinner at night, When the time comes, wake me up early."

"Your Majesty, rest easy and sleep, Die'er knows about it."

"kindness."

After finishing speaking, Concubine Ying turned over, found a comfortable position, and soon fell into a deep sleep. After she fell asleep, Die Er walked to the side and lit incense, and then quietly exited the room.

In the quiet boudoir, the white incense with a faint smell quickly permeated the entire room, Concubine Ying fell asleep even more after smelling it.

The temporary camp of the military camp outside the imperial city.

"General!"

Liang Cheng turned to look at his adjutant Qian De, "What's the matter?"

"General, the daily one-hour fighting arena has already started, do you want to go and have a look together?"

"Oh? Today's ring has already started? Well, let's go and have a look together. I haven't done it for a long time, and my bones are rusted. Let's go, hurry over."

Liang Cheng patted Chandler on the back hard, then walked away with a big smile. Chandler grinned and rubbed his shoulders, but there was some gloating in his eyes. The general must be annoyed to death by the matchmaker at home. Let it out, it seems that the one standing on the ring is going to be miserable.

"The general is here!"

"It's the general..."

"The general is here?"

"Ah, I see. It's really a general. Is the general also going to the ring? None of us can fight..."

"Why is the general here? Isn't it usually at home to deal with the matchmaker at this time!"

……

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the people standing on the ring jumped down quickly. Liang Cheng smiled in satisfaction, threw off his clothes, and went into battle shirtless.

Liang Cheng waved at the man who laughed at him just now, and let him come up.

That person is the vanguard officer Wu Meng, who has a high reputation in the army and is also very good at kung fu. Although the talent skill is relatively common fire, but the potential level is nine, it is a real strength faction!

But at this time, the tall and burly Wumeng was like a little milk dog that fell into the water, looking pitifully at the general who was already standing on the ring and waving to him, right?This is to ask him to go up?
Liang Cheng was overjoyed seeing him like this, "What's wrong with Wu Meng? Don't dare to come up? Are you scared?"

Wu Meng shouted loudly, "General, don't underestimate people, even if you can't win, I, Old Wu, will lose beautifully!"

As soon as these words came out, there was bursts of laughter all around.

After Wu Meng finished speaking, he jumped onto the ring and stood opposite Liang Cheng, his whole body tensed up, his eyes staring at Liang Cheng without blinking. Liang Cheng's talent skill is wind, and wind is speed. Trained strength.

That was a wild beast, Wumeng didn't dare to act rashly, once he showed any flaws, he would be kicked out of the ring and become a joke!Although it has been joked many times.

But the more men lose, the stronger they become, and the more they lose, the more they want to win!
"Do it, are you a shrinking turtle?"

Wu Meng ignored Liang Cheng's provocation, and just stood there with his fists clenched in front of him, his back slightly arched, like a wild wolf hunting for food, full of attack power.

"what!"

In the end, it was Wumeng who took the lead in punching him. The huge fist, which was like a sandbag, rushed straight towards Liangcheng with raging fire.

Innate Skill - Fiery Fist!

The corner of Liang Cheng's mouth curled up, his feet moved with the wind, he quickly dodged backwards, dodged the punch, glanced at the few strands of scorched hair on his cheek, and let out a hard breath.

"This Raging Fire Fist is still as strong as ever. If it wasn't for my wind attribute bonus speed, I'm afraid I would have been hit by you."

"General, you don't need to be humble, come on, come again! My old Wu is in high spirits! Ahahaha..."

(End of this chapter)