The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

If it wasn't for Zhao Zilong's quick stop, Hou Junji would definitely have a bloody hole on his body.

For this, Li Kuan was very helpless.

As soon as he walked to the barracks where Hou Junji was, he was attracted by the exclamations around him.

Looking over, Zhao Zilong was practicing guns on the martial arts stage.

One shot pierced through five wooden men, and it was not possible to pierce more because the spear was only so long, not because it was not strong enough.

"Can the carbine still be used like this?"

"After seeing Zhao Hujiang's marksmanship, I decided not to practice marksmanship again, it hurt my self-esteem too much."

"Why do people only see the shadow of the gun when they use a gun, but I use a gun as slowly as a turtle."

"I thought it was a rumor that Zhao Hu would kill Beigong Boyu, but now I see that Beigong Boyu's death was not wronged."

Yu Chigong was the most shocked. He thought that Zhao Zilong's marksmanship was excellent, but unexpectedly, he was already superb.

Li Kuan was not surprised.

No. 1 marksmanship in ancient times, the performance on the martial arts stage is just a child's play.

Walking to the martial arts stage, Li Kuan said with a smile.

"Zilong, I asked you to choose someone, why are you still playing?"

Zhao Zilong said quickly.

"I haven't been to the barracks for a long time, my hands are itchy, master forgive me."

Li Kuan nodded and didn't pursue it.

Looking at Zhao Zilong's appearance, I'm afraid he had too much fun and forgot the task of selecting people.

At this moment, Hou Junji, wearing a cloak and holding a long sword, came out.

There is a depression on the iron armor, which is the gun mark left by Zhao Zilong just now.

Even if he was defeated by Zhao Zilong, he still couldn't stop the opponent's strong killing spirit, and his eagle-like eyes showed that he had been tempered on the battlefield.

General Zuowei, Hou Junji.

Hou Junji knelt down on one knee and worshiped.

"His Royal Highness."

Li Kuan asked casually.

"General Hou, the border is not stable now, why don't you go out to fight?"

Hou Junji laughed.

"The day after tomorrow is Mr. Fang's birthday, drink this glass of wine before going, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to come back."

Li Kuan was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, Hou Junji would also attend Fang Xuanling's birthday banquet together, and civil servants would invite generals to drink, and they would only do this when something important happened.

Afterwards, Li Kuan laughed loudly.

"Then General Hou, at the birthday party the day after tomorrow, we must drink a few more glasses."

This time it was Hou Junji's turn to be surprised.

"Does His Royal Highness have an invitation card?"

Li Kuan nodded.

"Have."

Hou Junji thought for a moment, then laughed.

"According to the bet I made with General Zhao, I lost. His Royal Highness wants to choose [-] elite soldiers, so please feel free."

Li Kuan nodded and said to Zhao Zilong.

"Zilong, release your internal strength to the outside."

The arrogance is soaring, the domineering is full, and the majesty of General Changsheng is shocking.

Li Kuan nodded in satisfaction.

Then he said to Ziluan and Qingxuan.

"Both of you, also release your inner momentum."

The inner energy blended with water and fire was mixed in Zhao Zilong's aura, and was firmly suppressed on the periphery.

Everyone was curious and didn't know how Li Kuan would choose people.

Li Kuan smiled.

"Everyone, those who are willing to follow me and become the prince's personal soldiers, please come and select."

"As long as you can walk in front of me, you will be selected successfully, and you will be paid five taels of gold in the next year."

"If the journey is more than halfway, you can get five taels of silver."