Go back to ancient times to be God of War

The second day was cloudless.

The gate of the Martial Arts Field in the middle of Yingcheng is bustling with people, and many people are queuing up with tickets to enter.

The first few rounds of qualifiers were held this morning. A total of 120 warriors from more than 32 battalions under the name of the Qi Family Army participated in the competition. In the end, [-] people were included in the personal guards of General Qi Dashi, and the rest were made up by the elites of the general battalion. .There are various rewards according to the ranking, no matter what, for the soldiers in these branch camps, it is a good opportunity to reach the sky in one step!

"Excuse me!" Fatty Wu and Fan Wang panted through the crowd and squeezed to the bottom of the list. There were already soldiers waiting with cinnabar bucket brushes in their hands.

The number of seats in the martial arts arena is limited, so the sergeant was arranged to broadcast the results of the battle outside in real time. The list in front of him has become a sketch like a giant tree. Each branch has a name. If you win the game, you will use The cinnabar line is clear and clear, and you can know it at a glance.

"Hey? Isn't this the Fan King? Why don't you buy a ticket to see it?"

Those who were familiar with Wang and Wu couldn't help being surprised when they saw that these two people who had always had spare money crowded under the list to watch.

"You don't understand." The fan Wang Wen shook his fan, and straightened his crumpled clothes: "Money needs to be spent wisely. There is no suspense about the outcome of this morning's preliminaries. It’s better to save it until the afternoon and watch the eight-to-four match directly.”

Fatty Wu nodded half-understood, showing admiration, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Brother Wang! I'm going to be the boss there!"

Fan Wang stretched out his slender neck twice as long as ordinary people and took a look, with pity in his eyes: "Brother Wu, you are really out of luck this time, Mr. Qi unexpectedly ran into Kong from the Hu family's camp in the first round." Zhou, I guess it won't be long before we will be defeated..."

While the fan king was chatting endlessly, he heard a sudden sound of gasping for air from the open-top martial arts arena.

After a few breaths, there was a commotion in the martial field, which gradually subsided until a sergeant beat the gong and shouted "Quiet".

Fatty Wu looked worried.

Oh my god, why is there such a big commotion... Could it be that Mr. Qi was beaten to death directly...

After half a column, there was a sudden "Boom" in the arena, and the loud and clear voices of the soldiers who were calling the roll came from the arena.

"President Zou Jiaying, Qi Yang, win! Enter the top 64!"

Xiaobing listened, dipped the big brush with the thick mouth of the bowl full of cinnabar, and drew a red line in front of Qi Yang's name.

"No...it's not..." Fan Wang's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he exclaimed, "Kong Zhou lost!"

Like him, many onlookers were in an uproar——

Who is Kong Zhou?The No. [-] seed of the Hu Clan's camp, who just turned [-] and became the chief executive of Qian, is extremely brave, and there are countless souls of the enemy under the three-foot green front. He is a popular candidate to win the championship in this martial arts competition!

As for Qi Yang?The little-known Zou family was born in the big camp, and he is just a small boss, what?You said "Ten Warriors of the Zou Family Army"?That's the old calendar from many years ago. Besides, how difficult can it be for regular soldiers to fight bandits?There is too much moisture in this reputation.

Just like that, without anyone noticing, they turned against the wind and defeated the favorite Kong Zhou!

The melon-eaters, who thought the morning game was nothing to watch, were all beating their chests with regret, and could only wait for the people inside to come out, so as to describe the miracle of reversal to them in detail.

However, that Kong Zhou is so brave, it must be that Qi Yang has also experienced a bloody battle, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to support...

However, not long after that, there was another "boom--" gong sounded.

"President Zou Jiaying, Qi Yang, win! Enter the top 32!"

"President Zou Jiaying, Qi Yang, win! Enter the top sixteen!"

"President Zou Jiaying, Qi Yang, win! Enter the top eight!"

In front of Qi Yang's name on the list, a bright red thick line has been drawn zigzagging, extending to a place close to the center.

Fan Wang even forgot to be arty, and looked at Fatty Wu who was beaming with disbelief.

No wonder, this Fatty Wu is usually stupid, but his few shops are still making money every day...

It seems that there is really luck in this world?

Thinking of this, Fan Wang was in awe, and hurried to find his servant, and put the money bag in his hand.

"Go to the gambling house, all the money will be spent on buying Qi to win the first prize, hurry up and come back!"

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The morning preliminaries ended, and soon, the eight-to-four match began in the hottest afternoon.

Qi Yang was wearing a black narrow-sleeved war robe and a black war horse, making him look even taller and thinner. He was holding a red-tasseled gun tightly in his right hand, and he was standing in the field with piercing eyes and a solemn expression.

The soldier who called the roll was replaced by another person, and he shouted in a crisp voice: "The eight-in-four competition is about to start, please pay attention to the two warriors, stop as soon as you click, don't hurt people's lives, or you will be severely punished..."

"Both sides greet each other, Zou Jiaying general Qi Yang—to Hu's camp chief grandson Qian Qian!"

There was another commotion in the venue.

I don't know what Sun Qian grew up on. He is seven feet tall, with a wide waist and a fat body. At first glance, he looks like a moving mountain of meat. Even the war horse is one size bigger than ordinary people. , bare-headed, muscular, and holding a long-handled battle axe, just looking at it makes people shudder for no reason.

If there is no comparison, there will be no gap. Qi Yang, who was originally tall and slender, can be described as "slim" under the background of Sun Qian. With his handsome face, many female guests wearing veils in the martial arts arena are impressed. Unbearably, he clenched the handkerchief tightly.

"Boy, you've had good luck this morning." After the two greeted each other, Sun Qian suddenly said.

However, he changed the subject immediately, and raised his lips to reveal a ferocious smile: "Unfortunately, that's the end of it."

The shape of the martial arts arena was designed like an upside-down cauldron, and Sun Qian's voice was like a bell, and the audience was in an uproar for a while.

Before the match, this is the first time since the competition, it seems that these two people can't get along well today!

Qi Yang looked him around, paused for a while on his eyes full of inexplicable hostility, and replied slowly: "I don't dare to be, it's just slightly better than you."

He didn't seem to use much effort in his words, but his voice was like a thin thread, which penetrated into the ears of everyone present with precision.

Everyone in the martial arts arena laughed and laughed, this Qi handle always looks harmless, but unexpectedly he is quite quick-spoken, slightly luckier than you, doesn't it mean that he will win the next match?

However, some experts who were sitting on the field watching turned serious, and began to scrutinize Qi Yang carefully.

This sound transmission skill is so good, it seems that Mr. Qi is not as weak as he appears on the surface, on the contrary, he is probably a master of the inner family!

However, Sun Qian in the arena didn't know these details. As soon as the whistle blew, he yelled loudly, raised the battle ax in his hand, accelerated instantly, and rushed straight towards Qi Yang.

One force will drop ten meetings.Sun Qian has advanced step by step to the present, relying on fast surprise attacks and brave power, no matter how many moves you make, no matter how skillful your sword skills are, there will always be times when you are tired and neglected, but facing Sun Qian , that moment is the time of death!

Everyone in the field held their breath.

Qi Yang's expression froze, and he swung a gun with his right hand on the top of the flower, a "shun" tactic passed, only heard a loud "Keng", golden flowers splashed everywhere, and Qi Yang's hand skillfully did not take it off. With great force, the long-handled battle ax smashed on a stone pier beside him, and even split the stone pier in half!

There was a commotion in the audience.

The whistle sounded, and the crisp and clear voice of the roll call soldier shouted hurriedly: "Tap as far as you can, click as far as you can! Don't hurt people's lives!"

However, Sun Qian didn't seem to have heard it, and rushed forward in a daze, opened and closed, and slashed at Qi Yang with another axe, aiming at his right arm.

Qi Yang on the field clenched his hands, and this Sun Qian's eyes were bloodshot, and he had a posture of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, obviously wanting to use this game to destroy himself!

why?I have no enmity with him——

Before he had time to think about it, Qi Yang didn't hold back his strength any more, Dan Tian raised his breath, and jumped up with a long roar. The audience's eyes were dazzled, and they saw the black clothes unscrewed in the air, and the slender figure seemed to be stagnant in mid-air Then he landed lightly, with his toes pointing on the long-handled battle axe, his whole body was like an arrow flying from the string, with a cold light from the silver spear in his hand, heading straight for Sun Qian's face!

In an instant, the situation reversed.

"Sure enough, this Qi Yang is a master insider. He didn't show his full strength this morning." A baby-faced man in a blue robe exclaimed, his eyes sparkled eagerly: "I really want to fight with him!"

"Little General Suo, who do you think will have the upper hand in this match?" asked the partner in the same battalion curiously.

Suo Tianzong sneered: "Then Sun Qiankong has brute force, I don't see that he will lose in five moves."

Bystanders could tell that Sun Qian was at a disadvantage at this moment. His tomahawk was indeed very powerful, but he lacked flexibility when he missed a hit. He was knocked away by Qi Yang after rushing back, and before he could take it back, he was shot by Hu Xiao. The point of Qi Yang's gun came to his throat, if he hadn't stopped in time, he might have a big gash in his neck.

The whistle sounded again, and the little soldier shouted loudly: "Okay, this contest is over-eh? Stop it! Stop it!"

The whole audience exclaimed in unison, and couldn't help standing up—Sun Qian still didn't give up when Qi Yang had already restrained him. .

This is too bad!

Qi Yang frowned, his heart was full of anger, and he didn't block with his backhand. Everyone saw his aura suddenly changed, and the tomahawk didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, so he smashed through the air.

Seeing Qi Yang's expressionless face, Sun Qian attacked him like crazy again.

One, two... twenty.

The audience stood still and couldn't move, and the soldiers at the roll call forgot to stop.

This Qi Yang's crotch/dismounted horse didn't even move, just seeing that Sun Qian's face was purple, and he tried his best to chop off his head, but every time he crooked as if he had hit an invisible wall. On the one hand, it looks very ridiculous.

After twenty strokes, Qi Yang didn't move at all, but Sun Qian had already lost his strength and began to tremble slightly.

What's going on... He looked at his hands in disbelief, obviously aiming at them every time, even his comrade who had a congenital aperture couldn't hold back his axe, what kind of magic did this brat use? ?

At this moment, the handsome young man in front of him suddenly leaned forward with a hook, and then Sun Qian felt a huge force coming from his feet, and he was thrown directly from the horse's back, and hit the ground heavily, with stars in his eyes.

In the next second, Qi Yang flew up, grabbed the huge long-handled battle ax that fell from the air with one hand like a normal person, and with a "shua" wave, the blade of the ax touched Sun Qian's eyebrows.

"I'm sorry." Qi Yang said suddenly, "I don't have any strength in my hand."

After saying that, the tomahawk slipped down from his hand, and it was about to chop Sun Qian in half.

!!!

There was a gust of cold wind in front of him, before Sun Qian could howl miserably, Qi Yang stretched out his hand to grab it, and grabbed the ax again with lightning speed.Finally, he glanced indifferently at Sun Qian's distressed appearance, got up and left.

Sun Qian was left alone on the ground, dripping with cold sweat, dumbfounded.

"President Zou Jiaying, Qi Yang, win! Enter the top four!" With a crisp sound of the gong, the fight finally came to an end.

"Win, win!" Fatty Wu was so excited that he grabbed the fan king beside him and shook it.

Several champagne handkerchiefs used by women even fell from the stands one after another. The female spectators watching the whole process, ranging from sixty old women to girls in Zongjiao, were all fascinated by Qi Yangfang's light and beautiful immediate kung fu. I was dizzy, and there was a bolder woman who lifted her veil and screamed with a round fan: "Qi Lang, I am Li Jiayu Niang! I am eighteen years old, and I live in Yandouer Hutong—"

A pink embroidered handkerchief stained with rouge floated down from the upper floor, and a gust of evil wind came from somewhere, and with a whistling blow, the whole sheet was covered with a person sitting downstairs in a blue shirt and a big horse with a golden knife. face.

A smell of low-quality incense powder rushed straight into the nostrils. Liang Xiuwen coughed twice, tore off the embroidered handkerchief and fell to the ground, revealing a pale and bluish thin face, and said coldly: "Wort."

The sergeants next to him knew that he was scolding Sun Qian on the field, so they didn't dare to show their anger.

Liang Xiuwen has always been one-of-a-kind in the army, with a ruthless temper, but he does have skills and is good at pleasing his superiors, and no one can do anything to him.

"In the next match, who will the surname Qi meet?" Liang Xiuwen paused for a moment, then asked aloud.

The people around him hesitated for a moment: "The next match... will be the winner between me and Little General Suo Tianzong."

Suo Tianzong.

Liang Xiuwen has heard of this favorite to win the championship. This person is a martial idiot, the more capable the opponent is, the more excited he is, and he is easy to get carried away when fighting, and he is easy to refuse to admit defeat. If he is up against him, Qi Yang will Even if you don't lose, you have to peel off your skin.

"Very good." Liang Xiuwen nodded in satisfaction, and directly threw a bomb/bomb: "Don't play later, just admit defeat."

The man raised his head in surprise, he is not bad at martial arts, he finally made it to the top eight, how could he be reconciled if he just gave up like this!

However, Liang Xiuwen's cold eyes made him swallow the rebuttal, and he could only bow his head and say respectfully: "Yes."

However, where no one else could see, his nails pierced the palm of his hand, and the dark red blood slowly dripped down the gap between his fingers.

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