"The two generals are competing in martial arts, and they must be careful not to hurt anyone." Yang Jian raised his voice and said.

"I obey," Xue Yuanhui and Yang Cheng responded at the same time.

A soldier brought two wooden sticks to them. The two took them, clasped their fists and saluted each other, and said, "Please."

Yang Cheng shouted loudly and swung his stick and hit Xue Yuanhui vertically. Xue Yuanhui ducked to the side slightly, and Yang Cheng's stick missed the ball and hit the ground.

Xue Yuanhui took advantage of the situation and hit his stick with the stick in his hand. Yang Chengcheng felt that his hands were heavy and he could not hold the stick. The stick fell to the ground.

Then Xue Yuanhui hit his chest with a stick, and Yang Cheng took a few steps back and sat on the ground.

Wow!

No one among the generals or the surrounding soldiers on the reviewing stand expected that Yang Cheng could not even survive a single round in Xue Yuanhui's hands, and there was an uproar.

"Yang Duyuhou can even knock down an ox. Xue Duyuhou actually knocked him down so easily. It's really amazing."

"Yes, I'm afraid none of the generals in our escort army can be the opponent of Marquis Xuedu Yu."

Hearing the soldiers' comments, Zuo Daolin and Luo Zhihao felt a little unhappy. They felt that Xue Yuanhui had stolen their limelight. If they did not compare with him, the soldiers of the guard would look down on them in the future.

Thinking of this, Zuo Daolin and Luo Zhihao looked at each other, and then each winked at their subordinates.

The commanders of the army, the commanders of the troops, and the commanders of the battalions got the hint and all nodded.

"Marquis Xuedu Yu is indeed extraordinary in martial arts, and I would like to learn from him again."

Another military commander, Yu Hou, said, then he saluted Yang Jian and Hua Ju and then ran to the reviewing stand and arrived in front of Xue Yuanhui.

"Please, Chen Duyu," Xue Yuanhui said, holding a stick in his left hand and cupping his fist.

The man who came to challenge was named Chen Kesui.

When Caizhe introduced him just now, Xue Yuanhui had already memorized the names of all the generals, so he knew Chen Kesui's name.

Chen Kesui picked up the stick that Yang Cheng dropped on the ground and said politely: "Marquis Xue Du Yu, be careful."

The two got into a stance, and Chen Ke swept the stick and hit Xue Yuanhui on the waist. Xue Yuanhui held the stick in his left hand and moved outward to block the incoming stick.

Chen Ke drew the stick, stretched his arms forward, and stabbed Xue Yuanhui in the face with the end of the stick.

Xue Yuanhui pressed his left wrist forward, tilted the stick, clamped the stick body under his armpits, and then used the tip of the stick to knock the tip of the stick that Akosui thrust towards him, knocking his stick crooked.

Then he stepped forward with his left foot, and the stick pointed toward Chen Kesui's right shoulder. Chen Kesui quickly retreated to dodge.

Xue Yuanhui pressed forward step by step, the head of the stick flashing in front of his face continuously. Chen Kesui lost the opportunity and could only retreat again and again.

Suddenly, Xue Yuanhui's stick moves changed. He waved his left arm to the right, grabbed the head of the stick with his right hand and swiped it. The tail of the stick whirred towards Chen Kesui's arm. Chen Kesui's reaction was a little slow, and his arm

Got hit.

Then Xue Yuanhui pressed the stick with both hands and hit the outside of his left leg. Chen Ke knelt down on one knee as his whole left leg went numb. Xue Yuanhui quickly raised the stick head and gently held it on his chin.

It's just that the stick was not forceful, otherwise his jaw bone would have been broken.

Xue Yuanhui put away his stick, cupped his fists and saluted: "I accept."

Although Chen Kesui was unwilling, he could only accept the result. He stood up, hugged Xue Yuanhui's fist, and left dejectedly, returning to the reviewing stand.

Luo Zhihao and Zuo Daolin saw that Xue Yuanhui's martial arts was indeed extraordinary and it was difficult for one person to defeat him, so they looked at the battalion commanders under their command, and their confidants understood immediately.

The commanders of the three battalions jumped down from the reviewing stand without saying hello, ran to the field and marched Xue in the shape of a pin.

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Yuan Hui surrounded him and said, "Marquis Xue Duyu is very skilled in martial arts. The three of us are not talented, so we would like to learn some great tricks."

"Why did three people get up there?" Yang Jian asked.

Hua Ju smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter, he can handle it."

He had seen all the looks Luo Zhihao and Zuo Daolin were making to the generals just now.

But he was not worried, because Xue Yuanhui's martial arts skills were far superior to these, and he was more than enough to deal with the generals of the escort army. He could handle even three more, let alone three.

Xue Yuanhui had been in the army for so many years, so he didn't understand what the three of them were thinking. He smiled slightly and said: "Please."

A soldier took two more sticks and threw them over, and the three men each held a stick and circled around Xue Yuanhui.

Xue Yuanhui stood still and was cautiously on guard.

The three battalion commanders turned around a few times and looked at each other. The man standing behind Xue Yuanhui raised his stick and hit him on the back of the head.

The stick was so powerful and heavy that Xue Yuanhui would die if he couldn't get out of the way.

Almost at the same time, the people standing in front of him on the left and right also swung their sticks and hit Xue Yuanhui.

When Xue Yuanhui heard the sound of wind coming from behind his head, he quickly moved back two steps, then held the stick in both hands and raised it upward to catch the stick that was thrown behind his head.

The two sticks that attacked him in front were out of the attack range because he took two steps back.

Xue Yuanhui didn't wait for the three people to attack, and changed his moves first. He slightly retracted his arms, then used force to break the stick of the person behind him, then rushed forward, swung the stick left and right with both hands, and attacked with the head of the stick.

The shoulders of the two people in front were caught off guard and were hit with sticks on the shoulders.

When hitting someone with a stick, all the power lies in the head of the stick. Although Xue Yuanhui did not exert all his strength, the two of them still felt the pain in their shoulder bones and could no longer use any force.

Xue Yuanhui took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. The stick suddenly sank and hit the side of the two men's knees. The two men immediately couldn't stand and fell down.

At this time, the man behind him struck again with a stick.

Xue Yuanhui turned his head half-way, squinted his eyes back, turned around suddenly, held a stick in one hand with his right arm, and used the stick as a spear. He quickly stabbed in a straight line, hitting the man's right chest. The powerful force directly pushed the man away and threw him.

On the ground, unable to get up.

Hua Ju nodded with satisfaction and said to himself: "As expected of someone who has actually been on the battlefield. His strikes are clean and decisive, without any unnecessary tricks. Every blow hits the vital point. If it were a real matter of life and death, these three people would already be dead."

Already."

"OK!"

When the soldiers around him saw Xue Yuanhui defeating three enemies one against three, they were all impressed by his superb martial arts and applauded.

The more the soldiers applauded, the more unhappy Luo Zhihao and Zuo Daolin became, and the more they wanted to knock down Xue Yuanhui's momentum.

Zuo Daolin looked at the commander of the military capital named Qi standing next to him. The commander named Qi nodded and gave the commanders of the five battalions under him a wink, and the five people immediately got off the reviewing stand.

"Hey, there are five people this time."

Yang Jian looked at Hua Ju with a smile and asked, "Wenshan, is there any problem?"

Hua Ju smiled calmly and said, "There will be no problem, Xue Yuanhui will be merciful."

"Oh, Wenshan is so confident that he can win?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.

Hua Ju turned his head and smiled, saying, "The look in his eyes tells me that I can win."

"Eye!"

Hua Ju looked at Xue Yuanhui who was taking action in the field and said: "A confident person will also have confident eyes."

"Okay, Xue Du will command Wei Wu."

As soon as Hua Ju finished speaking, Xue Yuanhui had already knocked down those five people.

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Yang Jian was surprised and felt that Hua Ju was so powerful that he could know the outcome in advance just by his eyes.

"A bunch of trash."

Seeing that none of the five people could defeat Xue Yuanhui, Zuo Daolin turned pale with anger and glared at the generals around him. Seeing that he was angry, those people thought they didn't care about so many people and rushed down to the reviewing stand to prepare for a group fight.

Xue Yuanhui.

Hua Ju frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy, because this was no longer a competition, but purely to suppress Xue Yuanhui and prevent him from winning.

Xue Yuanhui also didn't expect these people to be so shameless. They agreed to have a discussion, but in the end it turned into a group fight.

However, people were already rushing towards him, so he couldn't stand and be beaten. He had to fight with these people while holding a big stick.

However, although his martial arts skills are good, he has to deal with so many people, and he cannot be ruthless, so the fight is really hard and strenuous.

"Master, it's almost over. The first task of the Guards now is to defeat the Forbidden Army and improve the prestige of the Guards. Don't ruin the harmony among the Guards generals just because of a sparring match."

Although Hua Ju was talking to Yang Jian, his eyes were looking at Zuo Daolin.

As soon as Zuo Daolin's eyes met Hua Ju's, he immediately lowered his head with guilt.

Yang Jian also felt that Zuo Daolin and the others had gone too far, and said to everyone present: "Stop, stop fighting."

After hearing Yang Jian's order, those people did not dare to attack Xue Yuanhui anymore and stopped and retreated.

Xue Yuanhui took two deep breaths and looked gratefully at Hua Ju on the reviewing stand.

Yang Jian stood up and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, Marquis Xuedu Yu is indeed a good general."

Xue Yuanhui threw down his stick, returned to the reviewing stand, clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Thank you for the compliment, Master."

"Come here, let's take a look."

Next to him, his personal soldiers came out with a large tray. In the tray were fifty taels of silver, a set of brocade robes, and a pair of boots.

It can be seen from these things that Yang Jian had already planned to test Xue Yuanhui's martial arts. It is not even ruled out that Zuo Daolin and others took turns besieging Xue Yuanhui with the instructions of the old thief.
To be continued...