Zhuang Wan had no intention of fighting. The previous gangsters were not good at martial arts, so she easily fought them off. However, the Pingnan army under the hero's command were all well-trained and brave. She only had some self-defense skills, so she was no match for them.

But Careless didn't let her go and dragged her directly into the school grounds.

"The weapons in this battle are yours to choose."

There is no other way, it seems that it is impossible to leave easily.

Zhuang Wan could only walk towards the weapon rack. The mace looked very heavy at first glance, and the Hongying Spear, which was about six meters tall, would definitely not be able to be swung around. Only the machete looked a little lighter.

She reached out to pick it up, but the knife didn't move at all. She visually estimated that it weighed more than ten kilograms.

Seeing that she couldn't even lift the knife, the people on the field couldn't help but burst into laughter. The sloppy man became even more proud, and the sense of frustration just now was wiped away. Looking at Zhuang Wan was like looking at a clown.

Seeing this, Zhuang Wan didn't bother to hold a knife and said directly: "I don't use weapons."

"You don't need weapons?" Ma Hu said: "Then I won't win without using force. Originally, I wanted to give you weapons to embolden you, but unfortunately you can't carry them, so don't blame me for being blind!"

After saying that, he put on his posture and rushed towards Zhuang Wan.

How could Zhuang Wan dare to fight him? She just dodges nimbly, and her sloppy fist is thrown away.

If you can't offend her, why can't you hide from her?

In the next few rounds, Zhuang Wan just dodged. Although he was not injured by Sloppy, he gradually became overwhelmed. After all, defense is also very tiring.

When Careless saw that she didn't take action at all, he just thought she was teasing him. In addition, someone on the field made mocking boos, as if he was the clown. Then he became angry, and with his bare hands, he took out a long gun from the weapon rack and pointed at it.

Zhuang Wan stabbed over.

The opponent had a weapon in his hand, which was like adding more power to a tiger. Zhuang Wan could not dodge at all. Seeing that the sharp spearhead was close at hand, suddenly someone behind her quickly pulled her aside, and the spear grazed her hair and stabbed the air.

Zhuang Wan staggered for a few times, and then she found her feet and saw that it was Pang Ao who had just rescued her. Seeing him holding the spear and pushing it forward, Na Hu suddenly felt a numbness in his hand, and suddenly let go.

, the spear clinked to the ground.

"I've met General Pang!"

Sloppy was unwilling to give up and said perfunctorily: "General Pang!"

"The martial arts competition ends as soon as the point is reached." Pang Ao snorted coldly: "But you...have murderous intentions."

When Ma Hu heard this, he smiled and explained: "General Rong Zhen, the villain does not want his life, it is all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding? Did I see it with my own eyes, or is it a misunderstanding? Is it possible that you, General Han, taught you to bully the weak and show off your cruelty?"

Ma Hu stopped laughing when he heard this and hurriedly said: "The two of us are really just competing, but the villain is eager to win, so his subordinates lose their importance. Fortunately, the general stopped him in time, so it didn't lead to a big mistake."

Pang Ao glanced at him and said, "Go away!"

"Thank you, General!"

The onlookers soldiers also quickly followed Careless and left.

Someone whispered: "Now that our General Han has won the trust of King Qi, what are you afraid of him doing to someone named Pang?"

He gave him a sloppy look: "You know nothing."

It is true that Han Wei was quite prestigious in the camp because of his family background, but he was violent by nature, and he punished the soldiers under his command harshly. He and Pang Ao were at odds with each other, so how could he tolerate himself being talked about by him? Of course.

He would not protect a soldier as lowly as Careless.

At this moment, Ma Hu was glad that Pang Ao didn't care about it, otherwise he would have to suffer the consequences.

Seeing that everyone had left, Zhuang Wan thanked Pang Ao and wanted to return to the camp.

"Wait!" Pang Ao stopped her.

"What other orders does the general have?"

Pang Ao looked her over and asked, "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

Zhuang Wan said modestly: "It's just scratching the surface."

"I see your defensive posture is very strange. Who did you learn from it?"

Zhuang Wan wanted to say that she just signed up for the training class.

"Everyone figures it out by himself, no one teaches him."

"Taught by yourself without a teacher?" Pang Ao smiled and stroked his goatee: "Interesting!"

"I see that you are very talented and a martial arts prodigy. I would like to give you a few pointers. Are you willing?"

Zhuang Wan: "..."

She was confused! Hearing this, do you want to accept her as your disciple?

Is this letting her take the villain's path and leaving the villain with no way to go?

Being so disrespectful of martial ethics and benefiting yourself at the expense of others... is not impossible!

"Thank you, General, I wish you all the best!"

"Then from tomorrow onwards, come to the back mountain to find me after practice on the school field. By the way..." Pang Ao said casually: "Ask Li Daniu to come too!"

"..."

What do you mean? Zhuang Wan felt that something was wrong.

She remembered that Yan Cheng did not tell Pang Ao his name today. Apparently he came down to inquire about it himself, and then asked someone to send her sore medicine. Finally, he used to teach her martial arts as an excuse to cultivate Yan Cheng in a roundabout way...

With such a routine, it would be a pity that Pang Ao should not be the overbearing president!

"This... he has just been tortured. He will have to lie down and recuperate for the next few days. I'm afraid..."

"What a joke! My sore medicine is a secret recipe handed down from my ancestors!" Pang Ao said very confidently: "His little skin injury will be alive and well tomorrow after applying the medicine."

Zhuang Wan twitched her lips, "That's really a miracle medicine."

A secret recipe handed down from ancestors? Isn’t this preference a bit too much! It’s obviously the first time the two of them met! Could it be that master and disciple also hate meeting each other so late?

"Okay, general, I still have military affairs to deal with. Don't forget to bring Li Daniu to see me tomorrow!" Pang Ao told him again before leaving.

Zhuang Wan was speechless. She was just a guide...

Back in the barracks, Zhuang Wan heard that Lai Er had not only stopped crying after using Pang Ao's stick sore medicine, but could also walk on the ground. She couldn't help but sigh once again at the magic of the secret recipe handed down from her ancestors.

Later, when no one was in the room, she told Yan Cheng the incident calmly.

Yan Cheng, who had always been serious about his words and looked like the sky was falling down, immediately stopped trying to control his expression when he heard this. He was surprised and happy: "Really?"

Sure enough, the relationship between master and disciple, who had met so late, was mutual.

Zhuang Wan nodded, "However, you are injured now, so I can refuse it for you."

"It's just a minor injury!" Yan Cheng was still immersed in the sudden surprise.

"That's great!"

What a good thing! She tried every means to prevent the villain from becoming stronger, but inexplicably ended up becoming a matchmaking middleman.

At night, Yan Cheng was too excited to sleep, and Chen Wujin was still snoring in a cadence.

Just as Yan Cheng was about to stand up, Zhuang Wan quickly stopped him: "No need, I have a way!"

Gagged his mouth is not a solution, you have to solve the problem at its root, such as plugging your own ears.

Zhuang Wan took out two tightly pressed small cotton balls and stuffed them into her ears. Although it was not completely soundproof, it was much better than before. At least she could sleep without any problem.

"I made two for you too." She stuffed cotton balls into Yan Cheng's ears, "How do you feel?"

"Huh?" Yan Cheng didn't hear clearly.

Zhuang Wan took off the cotton ball from his left ear, leaned closer and said, "How are you doing?"

Yan Cheng's face instantly turned red. Fortunately, it was a hazy moonlit night, so he couldn't even see the smile that appeared on his lips.

"very good……"
Chapter completed!