Outside Iron Tooth City.

Felt tent door.

A group of soldiers gathered around.

And among the crowd, a tall, dark-faced man with long arms was fistfighting with a fair-faced man.

For a while, the battle was evenly matched.

The black-faced man Wu Tugu is very powerful, his fists and kicks are powerful, and he walks in a fierce way.

Ouyang Heng, the white-faced man, used small kung fu, fast speed and flexible steps, and skillfully avoided Wu Tugu's attacks, but when he fought back, the blows hit Wu Tugu and had little effect.

Wu Tugu has rough skin and thick flesh, and has strong resistance to blows. Even if Ouyang Heng can hit him several times, it may not cause much actual damage.

Ouyang Heng did not dare to let Wu Tugu hit him.

Wu Tugu's punches were very heavy, and if they were hit properly, the damage would be terrible.

Behind the crowd, Luo Fengtang put his hands behind his back and watched the competition quietly.

"Master, Wu Tugu is not a bad-hearted person, but he is good at martial arts." General Wu Gulang stood next to Luo Fengtang.

Originally, Wu Gulang called Luo Fengtang to call him Young Master.

But after Luo Fengtang talked to him once, he changed his story.

There are many people in the army who talk a lot, so it's better not to shout so openly.

In Daliao, the surname Wu was also a relatively common surname, and had produced many high-ranking soldiers and civil servants.

Up to now, there are still many people with the surname Wu in the court of Daliao.

Wu Gulang has a high status among the Wu people, and his tendencies represent the tendencies of some people.

He doesn't expect all people named Wu to fall to his side, but at least he can keep them neutral at critical moments.

"It's okay, let them fight. There are not so many tricksters in the army. There is only one truth, that is, the strong are respected, with stronger force and deeper strategy, they will all be respected by others... Therefore, no matter who wins or loses,

None of them will lose, they will all win."

Luo Fengtang said calmly.

"Young Master is right. They showed off their martial prowess in this battle. With their current boxing skills, they are already outstanding. They are well-deserved to become generals. They will be more likely to achieve military success in the future." Wu

General Gulang said.

This truth is obvious.

Whether it's performing special tasks or charging into battle, those with higher martial arts skills will definitely have greater opportunities.

"In your opinion, who will win this competition in the end?" Luo Fengtang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Wutugu can't defeat Ouyang Heng in a short period of time, so he will definitely lose. Judging from the competition, Ouyang Heng's scheming is far superior to Wutugu." Wugu Lang made his own judgment.

Luo Fengtang nodded and said, "Let's read on."

Although he did not judge whether what Wu Gu Lang said was right or wrong.

But he didn't deny it, he already agreed.

On the field, as time went by, Wu Tugu, who was unparalleled in the beginning, began to move a little deformed and slowed down.

For such a long time, even though he tried his best, he still didn't touch the white-faced boy in front of him. Gradually, his strength couldn't keep up, and he began to feel restless.

His ribs were burning because he had been punched in the same spot many times.

Ouyang Heng is very smart, he only attacks the same place on the body.

The injury was not obvious at first, but as time went by, it gradually accumulated and became more serious.

"You win."

Wu Tugu took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, and said loudly.

He doesn't show off, he fights if he can beat him, and if he can't beat him, he just admits defeat.

"Should we continue the second battle of swords?" Ouyang Heng took out a cloth and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

A fist and kick competition consumed a lot of his energy and energy. Even if he won, it would be a miserable victory, not an easy victory.

Wu Tugu is a person who should not be underestimated.

"Compare."

Wu Tugu gasped a few times and responded.

"Okay then, let's choose the weapon we have handy."

Ouyang Heng bowed in a circle and said with a smile: "Brothers, who has a good knife and can lend it to me? You will be rewarded."

Then one of the commanders laughed and said: "I have an ancestral sword that I can lend to you. I have agreed first. You can use it as you like. Then you can find me some good wine."

"No problem, I'll treat you to Jiangnan wine later, but we have to wait until we return to Thousand Machines City." Ouyang Heng stretched out his hand to take the sword and said with a smile.

He held the handle of the knife and pulled out a section. The blade was bright and there were circles of threads on it. With a flick of his finger, there was a sound of the knife.

"Of course, drinking is prohibited in the camp. This is a military rule." The commander nodded in agreement, "Then it's agreed. After returning to Qianji City, I want to taste your Jiangnan wine."

When it comes to Jiangnan wine, many of the soldiers cast envious glances at the commander. They are all good wine drinkers, and they all know that Jiangnan wine refers to three kinds of wine transported from the south of the Yangtze River to the north: Zhuyeqing, Fenjiu and Fenjiu.

Jiangnan spring.

The three fine wines are expensive and they cannot afford to drink them.

"Where are your weapons?" Ouyang Heng looked at Wu Tugu.

"Get my weapon quickly." Wu Tugu said to the side.

Not long after, two Daliao sergeants walked slowly over with weapons in their arms, one for each, a total of two long-handled copper hammers. Judging from their flushed faces, you could tell how heavy these two copper hammers were.

The expressions of the soldiers present changed slightly.

In the fist and kick fight at the beginning, they could see that Wu Tugu was powerful, but it was difficult to appreciate Wu Tugu's power unless they felt it themselves.

Now that they saw the two bronze hammers, they truly understood the power of Wu Tugu, and were impressed by Ouyang Heng's victory over Wu Tugu.

Wu Tugu stepped forward, one in each hand, and easily twisted the two copper hammers in his hands.

He frowned and shouted: "You two must not have worked hard recently. It's so difficult for each of you to carry a hammer. This can't be done! Go back and train more!"

After hearing Wu Tugu's words, the two sergeants instantly became bitter-faced.

"Want to take a rest?" Ouyang Heng asked.

"Do you look down on me? I don't need to rest!" Wu Tugu shouted angrily.

"OK!"

Since Wu Tugu himself did not want to rest, Ouyang Heng did not want to say anything more.

No one can make irresponsible remarks about Wu Tugu's own choice.

Wu Tugu held two bronze hammers and started to dance, with the sound of wind whistling.

The soldiers who were watching were simply stunned. With the weight of the copper hammer, if it rubbed someone slightly, it would probably be able to scrape off a large piece of flesh. If it hit someone...

Needless to say, the unlucky guy who was hit was definitely dead.

Wu Tugu didn't hold back his hand, and he couldn't hold back his hand. When he used this hammering technique, even if the hammer carried people away, he couldn't fully control the impact force of the copper hammer.

Ouyang Heng drew out his sword and responded with the technique of pulling out a thousand pounds with four ounces, but after only two or three rounds, he was already at a disadvantage.

He tried to use the body of the knife to move the copper hammer, but it only collided once, and the huge vibration made his whole arm numb.
Chapter completed!