Everyone was very cautious in the competition. After all, they usually just looked down and saw brothers. In the following few competitions, no one was injured.

Song Chuzhao's comments were ruthless and in place. He briefly introduced the methods and depths of several generals on the stage, and made prejudice and analysis of the intense battle situation, and there were almost no mistakes.

The girl listened with relish and even learned a lot from it, and her respect for Song Chuzhao was to a higher level.

If she hadn't been better, how could she understand these things?

Until Fan Chongqing came to the stage.

The first time Fan Chongqing went up, everyone was shocked.

The weapon he took was a knife, and the other party was a knife. Both of them were swordsmen with great fighting styles, confronting each other head-on. Fan Chongqing took down the man with his strong internal strength.

The battle situation was almost one-sided. Song Chuzhao didn't need to explain it, and everyone could tell who was stronger and who was weaker.

Tang Zhirou took a breath, grabbed Song Chuzhao's arm with one hand, and whispered: "This Fan... Mr. Fan seems to be quite powerful?"

The girl next to him said, "Where does it look like? He is indeed powerful. Otherwise, how could those gangs of warriors follow him? You don't know how many famous teachers the Secretary of the House have hired for him, and he has learned a few tricks from General Fu. He is a powerful figure."

Tang Zhirou sighed and said, "I really can't see it."

Tang Zhirou was timid again when she went into battle, and her subordinates tried hard without realizing it.

Song Chuzhao struggled and said, "You let go of me first, you'll grab my flesh."

Tang Zhirou hurriedly let go.

At this time, Fan Chongqing knocked back another person on the stage, raised his arms, and asked the audience: "Who else is coming?"

Tang Zhanglian looked at the ring with a smile, as if he was looking at a powerful general under his future. Obviously, he was quite satisfied with Fan Chongqing.

Everyone in the audience whispered and nodded in their heads.

"Young Master Fan's martial arts have improved again."

"I have a lot of attainments."

"Last year, General Huang seemed to have won the lead. Wouldn't you go this year?"

"Brother Huang is seven or eight years older than Mr. Fan, so I guess he won't compete for this title."

"It seems that Mr. Fan is undoubtedly this year. It turns out that there are many talents."

While the girl was amazed, she began to worship blindly:

"Is Mr. Fan really as powerful as they said?"

"It's a pity that Sanniang can't go, otherwise she might not be defeated."

"Sanniang, you haven't analyzed how Mr. Fan's martial arts are."

Everyone was talking, and there were five movements in the audience.

Tang Zhanglian's eyes signaled, Fu Changjun stepped forward and asked, "Is there anyone else to come up and challenge?"

There was a loud noise in the crowd: "Yes!"

Everyone was in a daze and wanted to see which hero it was, but they didn't see anyone raising their hands from the young man.

Song Chuzhao shouted loudly: "Here!"

All eyes gathered over, Song Chuzhao calmly. Tang Zhirou stood beside her, but was disturbed by the affected gaze.

Tang Zhirou whispered: "Sanniang! Are you really going?"

Song Chuzhao said: "How can I recycle what I have made and say? What's there to be afraid of?"

Tang Zhirou glanced at Fan Chongqing and said, "I... I look, it's quite terrible."

The girls were collectively stunned and stood still in shock, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

Tang Zhanglian was so energetic that he even stood up from his seat because of surprise. He walked forward two steps and said, "Song Sanniang, are you serious or playful?"

Song Chuzhao said: "Of course I'm talking seriously."

Tang Zhanglian: "You want to go on stage to compete?"

Song Chuzhao: "Isn't it possible?"

"Okay! If you want, that's fine. I have never said that women can't go to this arena." Tang Zhanglian said, "Fan Lang, what do you think?"

Fan Chongqing's voice was not smooth, his eyes kept on Song Chuzhao, Gu Fengjian, and Tang Zhanglian turned and said anxiously: "No, no! Your Majesty, do you want me to compete with a woman?"

Tang Zhanglian said: "Wrong, it was because she took the initiative to compete with you, it had nothing to do with me."

Fan Chongqing turned around and shook his hand fiercely at Song Chuzhao and said, "Song Sanniang, calm down, how could I even beat you? I won't hit a woman!"

Song Chuzhao walked towards the weapon stand beside him, picking and choosing weapons, and said sternly: "You should be serious. If you really want to be a general, don't say anything in the competition field and don't beat anyone."

Fan Chongqing said irritably: "Wulang and I are brothers! How can I duel with you? You are forcing my brothers to rebel!"

Tang Zhanglian liked to join in the fun, and pointed his chin at the bottom of the audience and asked, "Gu Wulang, do you disagree?"

Gu Fengjian went out, held his fists and saluted, and replied, "Sanniang can make the decision by herself. I am not dissatisfied. If she intends to go on stage, I also want to see her Song family's unique skills."

Song Chuzhao picked up a spear, turned it in his hand and tried the length and weight. He felt that it was quite satisfactory, so he carried it behind his back, and ran up two steps, jumped onto the ring with a cool look.

Fan Chongqing was frightened by her and took several steps back.

Fu Changjun jumped down and stood behind Song Chuzhao, as if supporting her.

"Stop making trouble." Fan Chongqing shouted to Song Chuzhao, and he didn't want to show his face. "Song Sanniang, I am a military general, and I have no seriousness in the attack. The martial arts field is not a place for women to play, so you can go down."

Tang Zhanglian held back his laughter and directed, "General Fu, you come to the stage to watch yourself to prevent Sanniang from being injured. Fan Lang, Sanniang is willing, why should you refuse? It's a big man, so what if you fight with her?"

Fan Chongqing said: "But she is a woman--"

Before Fan Chongqing finished speaking, a silver light came from his sight. He was not prepared and subconsciously blocked his body in front of him with a blade.

The other party wasn't really going to hurt him, so he stabbed the spear head on his blade.

A clanging sound!

Fan Chongqing was hit by the momentum, and his abdomen and wrists were both painful. He took several steps to stabilize his body.

... He turned out to be a tough character.

Fan Chongqing looked shocked and was deeply shocked. He raised his hand and twisted his neck, revealing a hint of interest.

"You think a lot. Do I agree with it if you underestimate me so much?" Song Chuzhao said with a smile, "Do you want to compete seriously?"

"Wow..." The young man sighed after realizing it, "This Song Sanniang turns out to be really not simple."

The girls finally reacted.

I don’t know who started it, but these ladies shouted at the top of their voices:

"Ah-Sanniang! Come on Song Sanniang!"

"Sister Zhaozhao! Don't be afraid of sister!"

"Sister! Third sister kills that Fan Er!"

"Zhaozhao and the others look down on you, don't let them go!"

Fan Chongqing's younger brother also responded and shouted, "Hey, how can you lose them? Who can't call me?"

"Brother Fan, if you lose, you will be faceless!"

"How can you tolerate such a provocation? Let's teach them a lesson! Brother Fan can go!"

Tang Zhirou was so angry that she was shouting that she started arguing with them.

No matter what the reason is, the scene is unprecedentedly hot.

The two of them on the stage were moving faster than they expected and they had already started to do so.

Although Song Chuzhao's strength is stronger than that of women, he is still much inferior to Fan Chongqing.

She just carefully observed Fan Chongqing's habit of making moves off the stage, avoiding head-on collisions with the other side, and only fighting from the side.

The spear in her hand was extremely flexible, and the spear head was constantly twisting like a fish and dragon swimming, constantly attacking, and constantly changing directions.

Fan Chongqing was worried that she was a woman, so she did not dare to take the initiative to attack, nor did she dare to take the killing moves. She was very passive in her actions. She was afraid of her hands and feet, focusing on defense, and wanted to observe the situation and defeat the enemy with one move.

His mercy and contempt were the opportunity for Song Chuzhao to be successful.

Gradually, Fan Chongqing's expression became solemn, and there was still cold sweat on his forehead. He found that the advantage he had left at the beginning could not be obtained.

Song Chuzhao was extremely fast in retracting and releasing, and his offensive became more and more fierce, forcing him to be unable to fight back.

I thought I was at ease, but I unknowingly became a cocoon.

Fan Chongqing had to deal with it with all his strength.

Along a distance, they could no longer distinguish the trajectory of the silver spear's visceral trajectory, and they could only judge the situation from the sound.

The gun body and the long sword constantly collided, and the dense rhythm was more exciting than the drum beats.

When people who can see the way are nervous alone and cannot see the way, they also understand that masters are changing rapidly.

Tang Zhirou held her breath hard, fearing that she would relieve Song Chuzhao of her power as soon as she breathed.

Gu Fengjian's tightened fingers made traces and stretched his neck and looked up.
To be continued...