Meng Yi was shocked and doubtful, thinking that he was careless for a moment, but he was not willing to admit defeat: "Don't be complacent, I was afraid of hurting you just now, so I only used a small amount of strength. Be careful, I will use my full strength this time."

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "That's right, use all your strength. Use as much strength as you need. Otherwise it's pointless to compare."

"Okay! Just wait!"

Meng Yi roared, sank down on his horse, and a wave of air exploded with him as the center. He clenched his fist suddenly and stomped his foot hard, causing the bluestone to fall into pieces. Meng Yi rushed up like a tiger. He used his whole body to punch this

Strength and self-confidence can even bring down a house.

Jiang Fan's eyes showed satisfaction. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he had actually reached the master level and was much more powerful than other masters. Meng Yi was indeed proud of himself.

However, such a punch not only did not cause any damage to Jiang Fan, but instead caused Meng Yi to be bounced back like a cannonball, slamming into the wall, causing a large human-shaped hole in the wall.

To Jiang Fan's surprise, the man was not injured at all and quickly jumped back from behind the wall, but his face was filled with unconcealable horror.

"You...you, what's going on?"

He didn't hold back at all just now, he used all his strength, and such a result is simply unbelievable.

Jiang Fan looked at him casually: "Is this the Little Overlord? How disappointing."

The obvious sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes made Meng Yi feel even more humiliated.

"I don't believe it!" He roared, and the energy in his body exploded again. A fierce energy exploded, and everything within a ten-foot radius was blown away.

Oh my God! Jiang Fan was shocked, are you possessed by a Saiyan?

Meng Yi stomped his foot heavily, and with a muffled sound, a big pit even appeared on the ground.

This time he was really angry and used all his strength, absolutely exploding with all his strength.

The result... was no surprise.

The difference is that this time the bully crashed into a rockery and his whole body was buried inside.

He coughed and climbed up from the rubble with a dazed look on his face for a long time, looking at Jiang Fan as if he had seen a ghost.

With all his strength, even his brother Montaigne would not be so contemptuous, but the other party stood with his hands behind his back, not even touching his clothes.

"What kind of magic..."

He looked at the smiling King Xiaoyao in front of him in surprise.

"Demon method?" Jiang Fan said disdainfully: "You are talking about demon method when you are not as strong as a human? The Meng family has been a general for generations, don't you feel embarrassed to say that?"

"This...me!" Meng Yi was speechless. After a while, he suddenly strode over and said, "I lost!"

"It's quite responsible." Jiang Fan said, "Are you convinced?"

Meng Yi gritted his teeth: "Although I don't know what you do

Yes, but you are indeed better than me, but I don’t accept it!”

"Oh? Still not convinced?"

Meng Yi frowned: "My Meng family has been leading troops for generations. Let's compare our military skills. If you can win this, I will be convinced!"

"The Art of War?" Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh, you little tiger boy really don't know where this young master is from.

"Why are you laughing!" Meng Yi shouted loudly: "Don't you dare to compete!"

You are really asking for trouble. Jiang Fan couldn't help but shake his head: "Okay, listen carefully. I have an art of war and I will recite it to you. If you don't accept it, you can leave immediately."

Meng Yi didn't believe it: "I don't know how you got the title of king, but I don't believe that you are younger than me and have a deeper knowledge of military arts than my Meng family. Just tell me, even if I think it's a little bit okay, I will kowtow and become your disciple immediately!"

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"Then you should listen carefully..." Jiang Fan blinked and coughed slightly: "Soldiers are a major matter of the country, the place of life and death, and the way of survival. We must pay attention to them."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Meng Yi, who looked dissatisfied, was startled. At the same time, a tall military general walked in the door. Hearing this opening sentence, he couldn't help but stop and listen.

Then I heard Jiang Fan's loud voice: "Therefore, the scriptures are based on five things, and they are corrected for calculations and their emotions: one is called Tao, the second is called Heaven, the third is called Earth, the fourth is called General, and the fifth is called Dharma. The Taoist orders the people.

It is the same as above, so you can die with it, you can live with it, and the people are not afraid of danger. Heaven refers to yin and yang, cold and heat, and the system of time. Earth refers to wisdom, faith, benevolence, courage, and strictness..."

Meng Yi only had a slight feeling at first. The more he listened, the more dumbfounded he became. His mouth was wide open and his body couldn't help but lean forward for fear of missing a word.

Not to mention him, even Lu Hanting behind him had a strange look in his eyes.

And the general who had just entered was even more shocked.

In the courtyard, there was only Jiang Fanlanglang's voice. Gu Beiyan, who was passing by with tea, couldn't help but stop and listened in rapt attention.

"...Warriors are also deceitful. Therefore, they show their inability to use it when they can, show their inability to use it when they are close, show how far they are when they are close, and show how close they are when they are far away. They use advantages to lure them, take them out of chaos, and prepare them when they are practical.

Be strong and avoid them, be angry and disturb them, be humble and arrogant, be relaxed and work hard, be close to them and leave them. Attack them when they are unprepared and surprise them. The victory of this military strategist cannot be passed down first."

Jiang Fan's voice was like a magic spell, making everyone stunned on the spot, especially the general, whose face was filled with strange light and was inexplicably shocked.

"...If the temple before the battle is considered the winner, it must be counted as more; if the temple is not the winner before the battle, it must be counted as the less. More is the winner, less is the loser, what's more, nothing is counted? I look at it this way,

We’ll see who wins or loses!”

As the last few sentences fell to the ground, the whole courtyard was quiet, and you could hear the needle drop. In this world, there is no such thing as "Sun Yat-sen University" that has been passed down through the ages.

"The Art of War", and the emergence of this military holy book, how can it not be shocking and inexplicable?

The sound of needle dropping could be heard in the courtyard. After a long time, suddenly an exclamation came from the door: "What wonderful literature in the world!"

"Brother?" Meng Yi, who woke up with a start, turned around and couldn't help but be stunned.

Only then did Jiang Fan notice that there was a tall young military general standing at the door, whose features were somewhat similar to Meng Yi's.

Before he could say anything, the general rushed up in a few steps: "This... this is an ancient text, a sacred book of military strategists! I dare to ask, what's next..."

"Wait, wait a moment, he calls you brother...are you...Montaigne?"

The military general then came to his senses and hurriedly bowed and clasped his fists heavily: "General Meng Tian, ​​please pay homage to King Xiaoyao!"

Unexpectedly, it was General Meng Tian, ​​the eldest grandson of Commander Meng. Jiang Fan quickly helped him up: "Hello, General Meng."

Montaigne said respectfully: "I am here to visit without permission, and I will cause a lot of disturbance. It is probably because I heard in the army today that my ancestor ordered my younger brother to come here to become a disciple. I was afraid that he would be young, frivolous, impulsive and ignorant, and offend the prince, so I hurried here to inform him."

It’s a sin.”

Jiang Fan said hurriedly: "Don't say that. What kind of prince am I? I'm just a free and easy person living my life. The general is the pillar of the country."

Montaigne said with admiration: "Your Majesty is too self-effacing. The article on the Art of War just now is a masterpiece that has never been seen in the past. Tian once read the masterpiece "Three Kingdoms" by Your Majesty day and night. He didn't want to hear such a military strategist's scripture today. What a surprise.

What a blessing! What a blessing!"

"What? Brother, you said he wrote "Three Kingdoms"?" Meng Yi screamed strangely, jumped over and grabbed Montaigne, pointing at Jiang Fan and asked.

Montaigne kicked him angrily: "It was the prince who did it. You idiot, you tell people about "Three Kingdoms" every day, but you don't know about it? This really pisses me off!"

"He...it's actually him? Don't you mean Jiang Yulang?" Meng Yi looked at Jiang Fan up and down, and was shocked.

"Jiang...is the prince!" Montaigne slapped his dirty paws away in disgust.

Although I don’t know how the waiter became a prince, but who cares about him? He was overjoyed to see the author. Meng Yi’s eyes suddenly brightened.

He is a loyal fan of Three Kingdoms. He has read the first forty-five chapters dozens of times. He often discusses the plots with others. He especially admires Guan Yu and regards him as his idol. He even made a tailor-made book for himself.

The Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighs more than 300 kilograms, and is always proud to be heavier than Guan Erye's.
Chapter completed!