Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 231 Don't Come Here
The sun is drowning in the thin clouds, and it is no longer so dazzling.

The three of them leaning on the window sills looked at the staggering figure on the ring, and tightened the window frame nervously.

Li Xian frowned slightly, with some doubts.

"Chu Mo, your father...drinking?"

"You father and son...how much wine have you hidden in the mansion?"

Li Xian's previous remarks about Qin Kui were just mocking words, but now he has to warn.

Cheng Chumo also saw the clue, frowning, and pounded his fist on the window frame.

"Drunkenness is a mistake, Dad wants to follow the way of that savage, I will replace him."

Bang.

The sharp explosion echoed through the audience, and even standing on the window lattice on the third floor, the three of them felt pain in their eardrums and covered their ears in pain.

The figure who turned around and was about to leave suddenly stopped, and hurriedly looked towards the ring.

The iron ring and the golden hammer intersected, and the two held weapons in their hands to freeze on the spot, but then seemed to be backlashed by the force, and the two retreated.

Cheng Yaojin held the golden hammer in his hand, shook his shoulders, moved his wrist, and smiled.

"Enjoyable! Enjoyable!"

"I didn't expect you to be as thin as a stick, and you still have a bit of strength. The old man still underestimated you before."

While speaking, he withdrew another golden hammer from behind his thick waist, slammed it twice, and raised one to point at it.

"Come! Come again."

On the opposite side, Lun Qinkui slightly shook his numb arm in the iron ring, and secretly clenched his slightly trembling fist, feeling a sense of astonishment in his heart.

Originally thought that the gray-bearded old man didn't have much strength, but he never thought it was completely unexpected.

Put away the previous arrogance, put on a posture, and concentrate on it.

"Don't show off!"

After uttering a few cold words from his lips, Lun Qinkui stood up and fought again.

Bang bang bang.

Loudly.

The air is full of the sound of the clashing of golden swords, with gusts of fist wind and golden hammer dancing in the open space.

With the strength of wine, Cheng Yaojin seemed to feel much less pain, and the golden hammer was all vigorously struck, which sounded like a blacksmith hammering iron in a blacksmith's room.

Drunken and drunk, it seems that the precision of the moves is also undergoing a huge change. The sledgehammer that hit the head hits the shoulder, and the place where the hammer hit the arm hits the waist instead.

Back and forth, fighting for dozens of rounds, Lun Qinkui was a little restless.

Blocking a move with his arm, Lun Qinkui shortened his body, and felt more courageous energy pouring into his chest from the iron ring on his arm, and the ring made a painful creaking sound under his feet.

The blood in his chest was surging, and his sore arms had been hit by the golden hammer falling like a torrential rain, making him at a loss what to do.

Cheng Yaojin was like a playful child at the moment, shouting and yelling as the golden hammer slammed, he was almost as tall as a head, and he had the tendency to press down on the opponent and hit him.

hiss~
Many green forest swordsmen and swordsmen on the field took a deep breath, with astonishment on their faces.

"Unexpectedly, General Cheng's supernatural power is not based on groundless rumors. Today is a big eye-opener."

"That's not right! This move is also very strange. It's unheard of. It's unexpected that drinking can give you an advantage. It's a veteran who has been on the battlefield, and the sword is not old."

"By the way, what kind of wine is this? Can you drink it with such momentum? And how much did you drink to get so drunk?"

"Look at what you said, our General Cheng has a huge amount, how can we compare with ordinary people? You, look more, learn more."

The figure in the attic who was about to get up and go downstairs was also suppressed by the hard work just now, and now he was lying on the window frame in a daze.

"What kind of move is this? Why haven't you seen Dad perform martial arts?"

"However, this giant focuses on defense, relying on an impeccable chain mail to deal with. This time, when I met Dad who is good at attacking, I met the right person."

Qin Huaidao likes weapons. After watching for a while, he came back to his senses.

"Brother Cheng, isn't your father using a pair of Xuanhua axes? When will it be changed to a pair of golden hammers?"

"Hey! Don't mention it, Dad is also afraid of the sharpness of the axe, so he changed to a golden hammer to practice martial arts. Even our brothers and sisters were ordered to use the golden hammer when we made three gestures."

Hearing this explanation, Qin Huaidao couldn't help but laugh, and turned to look at Li Xian.

"Brother Li, Your Excellency, he has heard that wine is good for health. What kind of wine is this? It can make General Cheng courageous, and it can also make the competition a bit more powerful."

"Brother Qin, if you are interested, I will give you two altars another day. But in this competition, I, Li Xian, dare not take credit for making meritorious service in wine."

After the words fell, the three of them looked at each other and laughed.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the power of defense on the stage is actually quite different.

The figure in front of the felt tent looked at the situation on the field, his complexion gradually paled, he couldn't help standing up, and murmured in a low voice.

"As for Qin Kui's main defense, this old man's offensive is too fast, and he will not lose his momentum at all."

"If you continue like this, you will lose sooner or later."

Hu Ji beside her clenched her fists, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a bit of worry in Qingyue's voice.

"I'll let the other guards come on the field. Lun Qinkui is a strong man in the country. If he is defeated, it will have a big impact on the entire army camp."

As soon as the words fell, there was a shrill scream on the field.

Ahhh.

Lun Qinkui held his forearm with his right hand, stepped back several times, and the dark red blood dripped from the crevices of his left fingers.

From an angle that is difficult for everyone to see, the iron ring that was smashed and dented was deeply embedded in the flesh, and the flesh was pulled out, and the bone was deeply visible.

Beads of sweat rolled down his pale face, Lun Qinkui trembled slightly, bent his back in pain, looked at the burning gaze, and grinned showing his bloody yellow teeth.

"A strong man is a general, but he is in this folk arena. Isn't it inappropriate?"

"Don't fight, don't fight."

hey~
Cheng Yaojinhu stared, raised his golden hammer and pointed at the opposite figure.

"That can't be done! The old man is just sweating and excited, how can it end like this hastily."

"I told you how useful it is to wear a suit of broken copper and rotten iron. Come and use my golden hammer. Let's fight another three hundred rounds."

Before he could reply, Lun Jinkui subconsciously dodged the magnified golden hammer in his eyes, but it was too late.

With a bang, he slammed into his stomach, and amidst the screams, he fell to his feet, making a slight bone shattering sound.

Holding up his somewhat blurred eyelids, Cheng Yaojin looked at the figure squatting on the ground opposite him, feeling angry for a while.

"I asked you to compete with the old man, why did you sit down? Look down on the old man?"

"Damn it! I'll teach you some unique skills after two rounds for the old man, so that I can show them off in the arena in the future."

"Come, come, the old man helps you up."

During the words, Cheng Yaojin held a hammer and stepped forward with heavy steps.

There was a look of horror in the eyes of the giant who was sitting on the ground, and he could no longer care about the injury on his arm. He moved back with his arms propped up, and the approaching figure was reflected in his horrified eyes.

"You...don't come here!"

The onlookers in the audience burst into laughter, and some people waved their fists and shouted loudly.

"Kill him, kill him!"

One person leads, and the audience agrees.

"Those who humiliate the Great Tang will be punished for their crimes!"

"General Cheng, great job! Kill him! To revive the country!"

"Avenge Yang Xia and punish these barbarians!"

(End of this chapter)