It turned out that Commander Zhong wrote the inscription himself.

However, He Lingchuan had little experience, and this was the first time he saw a signboard with black characters on a white background. Ah, this was so solemn.

A Luo took him inside, and the guard checked their signs before letting him go.

This place is not open to the public, only soldiers registered in Panlong City can enter.

As soon as he walked in, He Lingchuan felt even more how big this place was. He knew that the martial arts hall was actually divided into the north and south courtyards with the middle tower as the boundary. The south courtyard was close to the gate, facing the Panlong City soldiers and patrols.

There are five venues in total; the North Courtyard is only open to the Gale Army, and everyone in the South Courtyard can only look north through the fence, feeling secretly envious.

The coffin building is a two-story building that separates the two hospitals. It is designed to provide logistical support for warriors. Here they can rest, polish their weapons, unload and change equipment, and there are also dedicated doctors sitting in the hall in case of emergencies.

Aluo came here to take over from the sitting doctor. He was short of money.

Now there are dozens of people in the south courtyard. The edges of the martial arts training ground can be used by individuals to practice on their own, but the center of the field must be cleared for martial arts competitions. He Lingchuan saw six people fighting against each other. The knives and swords in their hands were all made of wood.

Made with red powder on the blade.

The person who is hit will have red marks on his body. If both sides are not substantively knocked down until the end of the fight, the winner or loser will be determined by the number and location of the red marks on each person's body.

He Lingchuan turned his eyes again and found another familiar face:

Thin man.

This guy was waving a dozen notes in his hand, standing on the edge of a competition, roaring at the top of his lungs.

But he was not conspicuous at all, because the onlookers were shouting overwhelmingly!

With a bang, the players in the field were knocked unconscious by the shield.

There was a burst of boos nearby, some people left in frustration, and some people shouted to the thin man asking for money: "I won, I won, give me the money quickly!"

This money is absolutely not owed. The thin man turned his back and blocked the hands that were reaching out from behind. He grabbed the charcoal stick and scratched out the notes: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, come one by one!"

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Chapter completed!