Zheng Lei rolled his eyes, this method is really feasible!
If he could defeat Hyun Chen Mandrill in front of a large army, wouldn't his prestige be established instantly?!
"Your Highness!!!"
Pei Gao's eyes were so anxious that he twisted his body violently, and the long knife on his neck dug into his flesh.
"Okay! Ninth Prince, let's compete!"
After finishing speaking, Zheng Lei led the people to leave the camp and prepare the venue.
Yuan Chendrill dropped his sword and pulled off his sleeves, revealing several hideous wounds as deep as ravines, with blood flowing freely.
He was already dizzy due to the high fever, and this made his mind even more unclear.
It seems like you can lose consciousness just by blinking your eyes.
"Your Highness..."
Pei Gao's voice was filled with tears, and he pulled out a few pieces of clean cloth and quickly wrapped the wound.
"Your Highness... you have a high fever, and you haven't slept in the past few days! Your Highness, wuwuwu... my subordinates are incompetent and failed to protect you!"
"You are older than me. Why are you crying for such a big man?"
Hyunchen Mandrill raised the corners of his pale lips and smiled, but his heart felt warm.
At that time, Xuancheng was ten years old and Pei Kuai was twelve years old.
When he went to the temple with the queen to worship Buddha, he met a frail boy on the way who was about to be beaten to death.
After being rescued, we learned that the boy's father was stoned to death while working as a coolie, and he and his mother were the only two people left in the family.
My mother became ill due to overwork and became very ill.
He was too young and the shopkeepers did not dare to let him work.
Forced to have no choice but to steal medicine to treat her mother's illness, she was discovered and almost beaten to death.
Huan Chenzhao kept him by his side and paid for a doctor to cure his mother's illness.
This boy is Pei Gao.
In the previous life, I was framed by Hyun Chen'an and that day when I was besieged.
Pei Gao was pierced by thousands of arrows in order to protect himself!
Hyunchen Mandrill knew that this solid man was iron-blooded and tender.
He is also one of the few people around him who can be trusted to tell the truth.
Seeing that His Highness was in a daze, Pei Gui touched the knife and turned around, lying down.
"Your Highness... come up quickly before they notice, and I will carry you away..."
Yuan Chen kicked his raised buttocks, and Pei Gao fell straight forward: "Ouch..."
"You don't believe in my abilities that much?"
Pei Gao got up from the ground resignedly and rubbed his butt.
"Your Highness, I know that you are highly skilled in martial arts. But your physical condition is too bad now... It would be fair to say that you have just been awake for a few days... Now you have a high fever and have lost too much blood... My subordinate...
…”
"I've known you for so many years, but I didn't know you had become verbose."
Yuan Chen stood up, put on dark blue slim-fitting clothes, took a simple sapphire crown, and tied her hair on top of her head.
The ink pours out, heroic and mighty.
But his face was pale and his lips were white, and blood was dripping down his fingers again.
"Let's go."
…
Zheng Lei and others moved quickly and quickly circled an open space.
The surrounding soldiers were so crowded that some even climbed up trees to watch this exciting competition from a distance!
Huanchen Mandrill jumped over the sea of people and couldn't help but cough heavily when he landed.
Pei Gao also jumped to the edge of the ring with him, stroking his back to comfort him.
"Hahahaha... His Highness the Ninth Prince is so seriously ill, as if we are bullying you because there are so many of us! It won't sound good if it gets spread, right? Hahahahaha..."
A soldier carrying a flagon laughed wildly next to Zheng Lei.
After he finished speaking, he put the spout into his mouth again and drank a few gulps of wine.
When the soldiers watching the excitement saw this, they all burst into laughter and couldn't help but mock:
"It seems that the Ninth Prince is only skinned. He turns out to be a paper tiger! Hahaha... I wonder how ugly his face will be when he is stepped on by Vice General Zheng?"
"Yes! I heard that the Ninth Prince is engaged to Princess Qinghui! Is he worthy?! Then Princess Qinghui is our General Feng's sister! How can he be worthy of marrying a member of our General's family!"
"Everyone, just wait and see! This squeamish little prince will soon be beaten to tears by Deputy Zheng! Then he will run back to the palace crying and beg his father, the Queen, and the Queen to save him! Hahahahaha..."
…
The filthy words kept coming, and Pei Qiu yelled angrily: "You bunch of idiots who look down on others! Shut your stupid mouth!"
"Hahahahaha... Aren't you a good dog yourself? All day long, Your Highness is too long for His Majesty! What kind of dog food does Your Highness feed you? How do you raise you to be so strong and protective of your master? Hahahahaha
…”
"you……"
Yuan Chen put his hand on Pei Jiao's shoulder and patted it: "It's boring to talk, don't waste your time."
After that, he took his sword and walked to the center of the ring.
He stood with his sword in hand, his face as cold as frost.
"Who comes first?!"
"I'll meet you first!"
Next to Vice General Zheng, the Lieutenant General who had been drinking was the first to enter.
He handed the jug to the person beside him, grinned his big mouth full of alcohol, and cupped his hands in a decent manner: "My name is Wang Mo! If you lose later, you have to buy me ten jugs of wine!"
"Ha..." Hyunchen Mandrill sneered, "Drinking is prohibited in the army. You will receive your punishment after the competition."
"Hahahaha! You kid really take yourself seriously?"
Before he could finish his words, Wang Mo drew out the sword from his waist and stabbed it straight at Yuan Chen Mandrill's heart.
He ducked out of the way and took the opportunity to slap Wang Mo.
Wang Mo was hit by a palm and was forced to take two or three steps back, then he turned the knife and stabbed again!
"Keng..."
The collision of swords and knives made a crisp sound.
The sword shines brightly, and softness overcomes strength!
The sharp blade was as sharp as a snake's grace, and it struck him right between the eyebrows!
Wang Mo's heart tightened, he raised his body to dodge, and took advantage of the opportunity to retract the knife and sweep across it, cutting straight into the calf of the mandrill!
Yuan Chenmandrill reacted faster, leaning on the ground with one hand and doing a big cartwheel to avoid the blade.
Another heavy palm hit Wang Mo's forehead and heart, knocking him out completely.
The soldiers, who had been shouting and cheering just now, suddenly became silent.
Do they know what Lieutenant General Wang Mo is capable of, and how skilled he is at wielding a set of thunderbolt knives?
His swordsmanship is the best in the entire military camp!
but……
But after just three or five moves, the sick prince knocked him out?
This is incredible!
Maybe...
Lieutenant General Wang drank too much! The influence was exerted!
"Useless things, I told you not to drink so much all day long!"
Zheng Lei cursed and asked someone to carry the unconscious Wang Mo down.
"Who's coming next?"
Xuanchen Mandrill steadied his body, gripped the hilt of his sword and said something in a deep voice.
I saw a burly man slowly walking onto the ring.
This man is nearly eight feet tall, which is actually a bit taller than Yuan Chen.
He was bare-chested and backless, his chest and abdomen were strong and free of fat, and his bronze skin made him even taller.
"Ninth Prince, I'm Feng Qian, I'm good at boxing, I don't know..."
"Dang Cang..."
Xuanchen Mandrill abandoned his sword and stood with his hands behind his back, which is a clear meaning.
Feng Qian cupped his hands and said, "I agree!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous fist wind came straight towards the door!
Xuanchen Mandrill felt a shiver in his heart and tilted his head to the side, but the iron fist still rubbed his cheek with burning pain.
This person does have two!
Little did he know that Feng Qian was dumbfounded at this moment. Very few people could dodge his Tiger Thunder Fist.
Moreover, he had just used 99% of his strength to kill with one strike!
How could he escape so easily with a high fever?
Without any time to think, Feng Qian clenched his fist and rushed towards the mandrill again to hit it quickly!
This time, Xuanchen Mandrill was on guard. He raised one arm to redirect the powerful fist, and he also clenched a fist and hammered it with the other hand.
But that arm had just been injured, so this punch was neither painful nor itchy to Feng Qian.
He chuckled, leaned over and stretched out his legs to sweep forward. Hyunchen Mandrill was caught off guard and was swept down.
"Oh oh oh! Lieutenant General Feng is so awesome!"
The soldiers in the audience suddenly became emotional!
"That's right! Prince Bingyang is only at this level!"
Hyunchen Mandrill didn't take the rumors to heart, he turned around and got up again!
He performed a futile Qinggong skill, and flew forward and stepped on Feng Qian's temples, between his eyebrows, and on his nose.
Judging from the few moves they just exchanged, a head-on fist fight with Feng Qian will definitely not work.
so……
You have to take the wrong approach! Take it by surprise!
Sure enough, Feng Qian was kicked and staggered a few steps, but he restrained his hands, hugged Yuan Chenzhi's legs that had not been retracted, and started to shake him fiercely on the spot!
Hyun Chen was stunned by being spun around. He gritted his teeth, raised his upper body, put his fingers together, and stabbed Feng Qian's Adam's apple hard.
"Cough cough cough..."
While he was clutching his throat in pain, Hyunchen Mandrill escaped from the restraints, turned over with a kite, ducked behind the strong man, and slapped him on the back of the head.
There was a loud "boom", and Feng Qian's eyes turned white and he fell to the ground twitching. Even the ground was shaken three times.
As he fell to the ground and out of sight, the tall and slightly swaying figure of Hyunchen Mandrill was slowly revealed.
The night wind is as cold as ice.
His high cascading hair was brushed, and his temples were covered with mist.
Like a vast sea of ink mist.
But it is shrouded in a chilling air!
The excited shouts and cheers around him gradually weakened.
They all stared with copper bell-like eyes, staring straight at the man on the stage, whose body was shaking more and more.
The sarcasm began to turn into... panicked whispers.
"Lieutenant General Feng... he has never lost in boxing..."
"This Ninth Prince... seems to have pretty good skills..."
"Shut up and watch, Vice Admiral Zheng hasn't come on stage yet! He will definitely be beaten to a pulp later!"
Huanchen Mandrill picked up the long sword and stood up holding it.
The tip of the sword was embedded in the ground, harsh and sharp.
His long eyelashes drooped slightly, his killing power became stronger, and he groaned in a deep cold voice.
"Who's coming next?" This chapter has been completed!