Murong Xiao said: "Since it's a competition, it's a competition of fists and kicks. You can't use weapons. Whoever uses weapons will lose."
"Also, third brother, please think carefully. If you lose, the leader of the Flying Tiger Army will be Wei'er."
Murong An's face changed slightly, obviously he was unwilling, but if he didn't agree, he would look timid, "Okay, that's it."
"But if Feng Mingwei loses, you must also obey my order."
Murong Xiao smiled and said: "Okay, we are husband and wife, and we will advance and retreat together."
Everyone: "..."
Feng Mingwei rubbed her chin and thought for a while, looking at the team of more than 300 people, she could tell that they were elite soldiers just by looking at their physiques.
"Wait a minute, I have a question."
"If I win, does that mean this army will be mine from now on?"
Everyone in the Flying Tiger Army: "..." What they thought was quite beautiful.
Shen Zhuo thought she was quite cute and smiled: "No, the Flying Tiger Army is just a temporary army, and it is only temporarily under the leadership of King An. After completing this mission and returning to Beijing, everything must still obey the emperor's arrangements. .”
Feng Mingwei nodded, "So I defeated Murong An, and I only led the Flying Tiger Army during this period of time."
"That's right." Wang Lin said.
"That's not bad." Feng Mingwei rubbed her wrist and started to do warm-up exercises, "Murong An, do you dare to compete with me?"
Murong An is now riding a tiger, "Why don't I dare? I'm afraid that you will cry and act like a rogue if you lose."
"Huh, I'm willing to admit defeat. When the time comes, whoever cheats will be the grandson of the turtle and crawl all the way from here to the northwest."
Everyone: "..."
Murong An's face was ashen and his eyes were dark and gloomy. Ever since he abandoned General Cheng and the others, the Flying Tiger Army had had problems with him and had been somewhat disobedient.
It would be good to take the opportunity to restore some military prestige.
"It's a deal."
"Then let's get started!" Feng Mingwei's lips curled up coldly, she was ready, treating him as a punching bag, maintaining a boxer's posture, ready to beat him at any time.
Everyone watched as she clenched her fists and jumped a few times. Her movements were very strange.
"Your Majesty, what kind of martial arts is this, Princess?" Gale couldn't help but asked curiously.
Murong Xiao frowned slightly and shook his head, "I'm not sure, let's take a look first."
Everyone sat on the grass to rest, forming a circle.
Murong An and Feng Mingwei were fighting in the enclosure.
Feng Mingwei's moves are so strange, her movements are fast, steady and accurate.
A quick fist hit him on the bridge of the nose.
Murong An suddenly felt like stars were popping up in her eyes, and an angry fist swept towards him. She squatted down quickly, dodged, and then punched him hard on the stomach with speed.
I wanted to lift him up, but unfortunately he was too heavy to fly.
It just flew out in a parallel straight line and fell on the grass.
"Your Majesty!" His secret guard looked at him and shouted worriedly.
Feng Mingwei continued to maintain her boxing movements, jumping briskly, and flying a punch from time to time, maintaining sensitivity, and said with a smile: "Get up, it's not over yet!"
Murong An was still dizzy and his nose was bleeding. He got up and said, "Feng Mingwei!"
With a roar full of murderous intent, he rushed over again.
This time it was a little more lethal, and his movements were a little faster than before, which proved that he was not a freeloader.
However, Feng Mingwei was good at using boxing to fight in close quarters, so he rushed over so impulsively just to get a beating.
The sandbags delivered to the door will severely beat the grandson of anyone who doesn't.
She punched him decisively, one fist quickly hitting his face, and another one punching him upward from the chin.
Murong An was stunned by the beating. Before he could react, he was punched several times in the face.
This woman specializes in punching him in the face.
To be honest, he didn't even know how a woman like her could get such agility.
And in front of him, she was so petite.
He thought he could kill her with one fist.
Who knew...he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
"puff!"
Murong An's eyes turned black and he spat out blood in anger.
He fell backwards.
It was difficult to get up this time.
However, the stipulation of the competition is a stick of incense. It is not over if he can still move before the time is up.
"Your Majesty..."
His trusted secret guards all wanted to persuade him to admit defeat.
Everyone wanted to cover their faces and couldn't bear to look directly.
But Murong An couldn't help but get up again.
"Feng Mingwei, I will kill you."
He suddenly pulled out the secret guard's knife and rushed towards her.
"Your Majesty, no."
Shen Zhuo and Wang Lin shouted at the same time.
But it was too late. Seeing him rushing in front of Feng Mingwei, Murong Xiao flashed to the woman's side, grabbed her waist, spun around and kicked King An in the stomach, kicking him away hard.
Bang!
His entire body suddenly hit him more than ten meters away, rolled down the hillside, and fell into the water.