The two came to the open space on the stage. Yang Zhen pulled out a sword with a thick back and a wide blade, about two feet long, while Zhao Yun's sword was a slender and thin blade, about three feet long.
If Yang Zhen's sword is like a strong man, and Zhao Yun's sword is like a weak scholar.
When Xixing saw Zhao Yun's sword, he seemed to see himself as weak, while Yang Zhen's sword seemed to be Wang Qinian's strong fist.
Many people, including Xi Xing, couldn't help but worry about its fate. Such a sword was destroyed by Yang Zhen's sword.
It was as if I saw a strong man destroying the flower with his ruthless hands.
That new sword, like a peerless beauty, was about to fade away, and I couldn't help but secretly sigh at the pity.
Even Zhao Yun couldn't help but murmur in his heart, fearing that the sword in his hand would suddenly break like a willow.
Just as Zhao Yun was hesitating, Yang Zhen's sword held a sword in the air and struck at him. He had no choice but to raise the sword in his hand to block it!
Everyone saw two swords making a "dang" sound in the air and sparks flashing. Fortunately, the two swords were not broken.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The two people hurriedly put down their swords to check the blades. Zhao Yun saw that his sword was intact as before, and he immediately felt relieved.
Yang Zhen found his treasured sword with a cut as big as a grain of rice. His face suddenly looked ugly. He couldn't help but sigh that it was a pity that the Yang family's ancestral sword was destroyed in his own hands.
Zhao Ping saw Yang Zhen's frustrated face, and expected that Yang Zhen had lost. Now he was even more sure that the quality of the steel made in his high-temperature furnace had exceeded the quality of the steel made by the traditional ten-forge.
Zhao Ping waved to Yang Zhen and said, "Leader Yang, come here and show me your ancestral sword."
Yang Zhen came to Zhao Ping and made a military salute: "See Xiaolangjun. Xiaolangjun's sword is really powerful!"
Then he respectfully handed over the sword.
Obviously the owner took good care of it, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Good knife, good knife."
Then he put down a pile of copper coins on the stone railing between the dry field and the platform, and said, "Try your sword."
Although Yang Zhen felt a little uncomfortable, he still slashed it with the knife, and suddenly he saw a pile of copper coins split into two halves!
Everyone could see it clearly and couldn't help but praise in their hearts: "Good knife, good knife."
If the Yang family's ancestral sword is like this, wouldn't the Zhaojiazhuang's sword be even more powerful?
Everyone couldn't help but exchange glances with each other, nodding their heads secretly in praise.
Zhao Ping said: "It's a good knife, it's a good knife. It cuts copper coins like lumps of clay."
Zhao Ping waved to Cuizhu and said, "Bring me a sword."
Cuizhu took out the same sword from the flatbed truck.
Zhao Ping took it and then said to Yang Zhen: "Red powder is given to beauties, and swords are given to heroes. You, the Yang family, are all loyal and devoted to the Song Dynasty. I hope you will take this Hu-killing knife and kill everyone." There are barbarians in the world.”
Yang Zhen was overjoyed and placed his sword on the ground. He knelt down and took the Hu-Slaying Dao respectfully. He choked with sobs and swore: "As long as I live, I will defend this sword with my life. Where the sword is, the person who dies will die." .”
Zhao Ping shook his head and said: "I don't want you to die, I just want to kill a few more barbarians."
Yang Zhen put down his sword, then raised his hands and said solemnly: "I obey, the greatest pleasure in this life is to kill Hu."
Zhao Ping nodded, supported Yang with both hands, then took the tin trumpet and said to everyone: "This is the latest weapon for killing tigers created by our Zhaojiazhuang. Of course, it is worth a lot of money. So you should take good care of it. .”
"As for the value, the Yang family general's ancestral sword sells for a thousand guan, and Zhaojiazhuang's Hu-killing knife cannot be lower than this price."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but gasp.
This is equivalent to half the price of the second phase houses in Tingsongyuan, Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhao Ping observed the expressions of everyone in the audience and continued to speak with the tin trumpet: "But we will not sell to the Hu people. Zhaojiazhuang will never let the Hu people use the sharp weapons made by Zhaojiazhuang to harm the people of the Song Dynasty."
"Therefore, all the magic weapons created by Zhaojiazhuang are numbered. Yang Yingling can take a look. Although this sword belongs to you now, it still needs to be registered. Remember to register it with the Master Xi's book."
When Yang Zhen took a look, he saw that his number was that of Heavenly Ding, as if predicting that he would have a new son, and also seeming to say that he was a heavenly soldier!
He couldn't help but be overjoyed, cupped his hands and said, "Young Master, I humbly obey."
When Zhao Yun looked at it, he saw that the sword in his hand was: "Tian Yi". He couldn't help but be overjoyed. Tian Jia was naturally Xiao Langjun. He was indeed the second most popular figure in the security group besides Xiao Lang Jun. He also agreed to register. .
Zhao Ping held up the tin trumpet and said to the people in the stands: "The sword awarding ceremony will be held below."
Everyone couldn't help but be overjoyed. Look at me, and I'll look at you.
Who can get these swords worth thousands of dollars?
Bodhisattva must bless my name.
Everyone only heard Zhao Ping shouting from the tin trumpet: "Please come out to the top ten in the last running competition."
Everyone couldn't help but sigh secretly that they missed such a precious opportunity.
Ten people including Zhao Yun, Yang Zhen, Li Hantie, Li Hangang, Yang Zhen, Wang Qinian, Cao Ke, Cuizhu, Wang Guo'er and Li came to the stage one after another.
Yang Zhen didn't expect that he would have the chance to obtain the sword again, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Zhao Ping used the tin trumpet again and said: "Now please wash the master's book and the top ten in each running competition will be awarded Polu Dao or Polu Sword."
Xi Xing couldn't help but feel worried and happy. What he was happy about was that Zhao Ping had indeed given him such weapons management rights, which greatly improved his status.
I'm worried that I don't have a copy of such a precious sword.
Zhao Long couldn't help but have a layer of mist in his eyes. He really hated himself for missing the sword by just one person.
He silently picked up his beloved swords one after another and handed them to Xi Xing reluctantly.
Seeing Xi Xing awarding the sword and sword to Cuizhu and Wang Guo'er who were even similar to him in age, tears finally couldn't help but burst out of his eyes, and he hurriedly wiped the tears with his sleeves.
Zhao Ping glanced at him, then nodded, and spoke to everyone with a tin trumpet: "First of all, congratulations to the ten people who have won the sword or sword. This is the result of your hard work, and it is also the reward you got with your sweat."
Zhao Long's tears have flowed out and he must give them hope.
"But don't be depressed if you haven't got the others yet. There will be opportunities in the future. The school holds various competitions every month, and the prize in the competition is still the sword. If all members participate, the top ten will be chosen. If half of the participants participate, the top ten will be chosen. Take five, and so on. Anyone who has already received the sword will not be allowed to participate next time."
Everyone couldn't help but be overjoyed and put away their anxious thoughts.
The young man is so kind to his family.
As long as you work hard, you will still have a chance to get your beloved sword in the future.
Zhao Long couldn't help but smile, as if he saw himself wearing a sword.
Cuizhu and Wang Guo'er silently put away their swords, fearing to irritate Zhao Long.
Zhao Long shook his head and said: "Senior sister and junior brother should just wear the sword. I have to win the sword next time."
After saying that, he rubbed his red eyes with his right hand.
Zhao Ping used the tin trumpet again and continued: "Let everyone see the last top-secret weapon this time. Zhao Long, please bring the earthenware object that is thin at the top and thick at the bottom. Remember, be careful, that thing can hurt people very badly. .”
Zhao Long nodded and took out a rough clay pottery product that was thin at the top and thick at the bottom to Zhao Ping.
Everyone had seen the object in Zhao Ping's hand that looked like an arrow but not a knife. It also had a tail about one foot long. Even if they tried hard to figure out what was so powerful about it, they couldn't figure it out.
There is a yellow oak tree fifty meters away from the crowd.
It is as big as the mouth of a bowl.
Zhao Long buried this thing underneath.
Then he nailed the bottom of the tree with wooden boards.
Zhao Long lit the yellow tail with a fire stick,
Run as hard as you can.
Everyone saw that the tail kept emitting fire and black smoke, and the "sizzling" sound shortened rapidly.
About thirty breaths later, suddenly a big thunder exploded around everyone!
All living things.
Some are swaying.
Some rolled over from their stools.
Some looked pale.
Some couldn’t help but cover their ears!
Cuizhu's face suddenly lost color, and she couldn't help but pull Zhao Ping's clothes, trembling all over.
When everyone looked at it, it seemed that the sky was clear, there were no dark clouds, and no lightning was seen. Why did they want to attract thunder?
Everyone didn't understand that the master was angry and thundered during the day. Could it be that someone had done something bad and should be punished by God?
Zhao Ping felt secretly amused and immediately said with a tin trumpet: "This is our most powerful secret weapon. Why don't you guys take a look at how the tree is doing now?"
After Zhao Ping reminded them, everyone came back to their senses and looked at the tree in embarrassment.
I saw that the yellow jujube tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl was suddenly overturned. A small part of the roots of the tree had been broken. The original yellow roots suddenly turned black. The wooden boards that were originally wrapped under the tree were either broken or flew aside.
Everyone couldn't help being shocked. They looked at each other with pale faces. They didn't understand what kind of weapon this was and how powerful it was.
You are powerful, you have the courage to be unstoppable, but what about your body?
Can you be stronger than the yellow jue tree?
It even has the same effect as a wooden board.
Everyone looked at Zhao Ping in fear, expecting him to give everyone an explanation.
Completely different from the existing gunpowder, Zhao Ping's is the best formula and production of explosives.
Zhao Ping is formulated strictly according to monosulfur, dinitrate, and charcoal.
Crucially, the sulfur and potassium sulfate are also chemically purified.
For charcoal, a specially built charcoal kiln is heated to black smoke and white smoke and refined. A wire sieve is also made through a wooden lathe to sift the crushed charcoal, Tai Chi chain, and sulfur, and then carefully mixed and stirred evenly!
Therefore, the power of black explosives can be basically maximized, and at the same time, it is not easy to get wet.
Of course, these are top secrets that only Zhao Ping has. He said calmly through the tin speaker: "This is the thunder that was made by our Zhaojiazhuang. Even if you escaped death while wearing heavy armor, you would be blasted to pieces and bleed to death. This This is the best gift we specially made for the foreign people! It will definitely give the foreign people an unexpected surprise!"
Zhao Ping finally emphasized the words "gift" and "surprise".
Everyone couldn't help but be overjoyed. The haze in their hearts that had been suppressed by the powerful force of the Hu people for a long time was finally cleared away!
This was the first weapon that allowed the Song Dynasty to take the initiative in the war, allowing everyone to finally see the hope of winning the war.
Some people couldn't help laughing, some couldn't help beating their chests, some burst into tears, some hugged each other and cried, some hugged each other and jumped, some hugged each other and cried and laughed, and some kept praying to each other. Pray to the sky, and some congratulate each other!
Xi Xing, Yang Zhen and the others stepped forward and looked carefully at the overturned Huangjue tree.
Some people picked up the shattered wooden boards and smiled.
Some people were dumbfounded when they observed fragments of earthenware flying far away on wooden boards and trees.
etc.
Cuizhu leaned on him tightly, looking at him lovingly and tenderly, her eyes full of admiration.
Zhao Ping wanted to get rid of her, but instead she leaned closer to him, her eyes filled with resentment and even despair.
