"Li Zunzu, come on, let me see how much ability your Liaodong cavalry has without its horse!"

"It just so happens that I would like to learn whether Qi Jiajun's Yuanyang Formation is worthy of its name!"

"kill!!!"

Not much nonsense, as both sides shouted in unison, a large-scale "group fight" with nearly a hundred people on both sides broke out immediately.

Once upon a time, when Wang Bing was studying in that future generation hundreds of years later, he was young and frivolous and participated in several group fights among students.

But whether it is in terms of scale or level of 'professionalism', compared with this time, it is just like kindergarten children playing house, which is not worth mentioning at all.

“Bang bang bang!”

As several sounds of falling to the ground almost in no particular order were heard, on the Langyan Martial Club side, Wang Bing and the other two men, who were the vanguard arrowheads, just crossed their arms and threw them to the ground as soon as they came into contact with the opponent's 'big army'.

, or the enemy-catching and punching move of hugging the legs and pushing down, knocking down several opponents in an instant.

Then through the small gap that was opened, three strong guys squeezed in together, and with a small three-talent formation as the back, the mandarin duck formation broke a crack in the opponent's 'military formation'.

!

"Kill!"

As the crack opened, the Yuanyang Formation that followed immediately squeezed in along the opened crack. Then the Yuanyang Formation was divided into three and began to expand the results!

Unlike the 'chief general' of the Langyan Martial Society who personally broke the formation, Li Zunzu of the Nanfeng Poetry Society did not charge in the front, but commanded from the center of the formation. On the contrary, unlike his father Li Rusong who likes to take risks and charge.

Very different.

And the reason for this is because in his opinion, they are all the children of military generals, and their age and physical fitness are about the same. He also has cotton armor, so he has an advantage no matter what. So naturally he will not be like Wang

Bingqi Panzong and the others took the lead.

But to his surprise, he soon discovered that the cotton armor he was so proud of turned out to be a liability.

After Langyan Wushu broke into the formation with the mandarin duck formation, relying on his more flexible skills than theirs and the simple and practical boxing skills, in less than a moment, he had been knocked down by nearly a third, and

Not even a quarter of the opponent fell. According to the rules of both parties, as long as someone is knocked to the ground, it is considered 'killed' and can no longer take action. So strictly speaking, he has begun to show his defeat.

Like it.

It's just that he also came from a family of generals. How could Li Zunzu admit defeat so easily? So seeing that his defeat was revealed, he was anxious and shouted loudly. Like the other party, he personally led his troops to 'charge into the battle'.

It's just that the two sides have already been entangled with each other at this time. No matter how hard he tries at this time, it is just delaying the defeat.

…

"Li Zunzu, you are defeated!"

A quarter of an hour later, Qi Panzong looked at Li Zunzu, the 'polished commander', with a serious look on his face and said.

"Useless trash, let's go!"

Seeing this scene, Li Chengming, who had been so arrogant before, could not help but turn pale at this moment. With a flick of his sleeves, he left with the other members of the Nanfeng Poetry Society, leaving Li Zunzu and others behind.

"Haha, Li Zunzu, how do you feel? Doesn't it feel like being a dog?"

After glancing at Li Chengming and others who were leaving, and then at Li Zunzu who was blushing, Qi Panzong said with a joking look on his face.

"Qi Panzong, don't go too far!"

"If you dare to talk to Master Sun like this, I'll fight them!"

"Qi, if you have the ability, let's fight again!"

…

As soon as Qi Panzong's words came out, the "Li Jiajun" who had just gotten up a moment immediately became furious, and they all geared up, looking like they were ready to take action again.

"It's not embarrassing, right? If you lose, you lose. Why are you shouting?" To everyone's surprise, Li Zunzu, who was blushing, endured Qi Panzong's ridicule.

"Qi Panzong, I lost this time. Next time, next time I will definitely win it back!" When he said this, the blush on Li Zunzu's face had dissipated a lot.

"Okay, Qi is waiting!" Looking at Li Zunzu, who looked much calmer, Qi Panzong also had a straight face, no longer joking like before.

…

"Brother Qi, what, do you have a personal grudge with that Li Zunzu?" Wang Bing asked curiously on the way home. There was no way, what Qi Panzong said before did sound a bit excessive. "Haha

, I can’t talk about personal grudges, it’s just..."

It turns out that although Qi Jiguang and Li Chengliang are collectively called "Southern Qi and Northern Li", Qi Jiguang has always been far inferior to Li Chengliang in terms of the number of "offerings" to the court. Therefore, there have been some Southern

Qi Jiguang was not as good as Bei Li. However, Qi Jiguang himself did not take these statements to heart.

But Qi Jiguang doesn't care, but that doesn't mean Panzong and others can swallow this breath! As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. When the military achievements are almost the same, who will be easily convinced?

Who? In addition, although they were both from a general family, Li Zunzu and the others turned to the side of the literati, so Qi Panzong looked down upon Li Zunzu and his group even more.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Second child and third child, let's go to your house quickly to taste the taste of those sweet potatoes, hahahaha!" After leaving Shepu, Qi Panzong suddenly changed his previous seriousness and transformed into a

A big foodie.

"Hahahaha, isn't it just Hongshu? You can eat as much as you want, as long as it's enough!"

…

"Big companion, who is stronger between the 'Li Jiajun' and the 'Qi Jiajun'?"

Just as Qi Panzong and Li Zunzu were leaving, in a library in the Imperial Academy not far from Shepu, a fat boy who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old put down the telescope in his hand and turned his head.

He looked at the fat old man with a pale face and beard next to him and asked.

"Haha, this old slave doesn't understand military matters. I really can't say for sure. But if we compare the two groups of boys just now, Qi Jiajun is stronger." The white, fat and beardless old man laughed.

"Well, what Daban said makes sense. Although these teenagers are not the real Qi Jiajun and Li Jiajun, they are still from two branches. They can barely get a glimpse of the strengths and weaknesses of the two armies." After thinking about it for a while, this guy

The fat boy then spoke.

"You are very observant, that's true!" Nodding, the fat, white, beardless old man agreed with a smile on his face.

"Daban, um, can you...can you help me tell your husband to let me come to the Imperial College to study for a few days?" Just as the fat and white old man agreed with a smile, the slightly fat young man had a look on his face.

The young man from the Imperial College who stared enviously at the retreating young men suddenly spoke.
Chapter completed!