Winter month, fifteen.
The sky is sunny and the wind is light.
Between Luoyang and Mang Mountain, a large area of tents is arranged in a nine-palace pattern.
In the middle of each camp, there is a huge martial arts field.
The martial arts arena covers an area of nearly 20,000 square meters, which is enough to accommodate nearly 15,000 people at the same time.
Looking down from a high altitude, the martial arts arena looks like a big goose egg surrounded by wood, with a high platform in the middle.
The surrounding wood formed one hundred and forty-nine steps, and each step was no more than two feet apart, leaving just enough space for one leg.
The high platform in the middle is twenty feet long and wide, making it look insignificant when standing on it. It is enough for warriors to move around.
Now it is the Zhonggong martial arts arena located in the center.
The people who came to watch the game entered in an orderly manner based on their ticket numbers. A ticket only cost a penny, so ordinary people could still afford it.
As for a good seat in the front row, don’t even think about it.
For example, the seats in the first three rows are basically monopolized by various aristocratic families, and ordinary people cannot buy tickets even if they have money.
Fortunately, the layout of the martial arts field is very reasonable. Even if you look down from the top stairs, you can still see the movements of the people on the field.
"Brother, do you want a ticket? A good seat in the seventh row. Two hundred coins is not expensive." Ticket sellers can be found everywhere.
"Pumpkin seeds, dried apricots, three pieces in a pack, limited quantity." There are also many sellers.
"The odds of the first ten battles are out. Do you want to place a bet?" Well, this is repeated.
(Orange Cat: Damn Ronaldo, pay me back my living expenses! ╥﹏╥...)
At the entrance of the venue, people running various businesses gathered together. In just half an hour, they made a lot of money.
For these people, the city guards usually turn a blind eye, as long as they don't cause trouble.
As more and more people entered the venue, the huge martial arts arena began to become lively.
Because this first competition is an exhibition match between the Han's top generals, Lu Bu and Lu Fengxian.
The reason why it was called an exhibition match was purely because Lu Bu was so strong that no one thought he would lose.
As for his opponent, he was a guard from a small aristocratic family. He said before the game that he simply admired the unparalleled God of War. As long as he could compete with the God of War, he would be willing to be beaten to death.
Before the game starts.
Wei Cheng came with a group of important officials to support Lu Bu. Dian Wei and Xu Chu went to compete, and Hao Zhao once again took over as a guard.
In the viewing area in the middle of the venue, there is a shed thirty or forty square meters, which is a VIP seat specially reserved for Wei Cheng and his party.
Wei Jun and others have just sat down here.
The next second, everyone in the field stood up at the same time, bowed in the direction of Wei Cheng, and said loudly: "Wei Jun is safe!"
Wei Cheng raised his eyes and saw, "Good guy, I'm almost deaf. Is this a link arranged by that bastard?"
Looking back at Xun Yu, it must be this kid, otherwise why are you laughing?
Nearly 20,000 people were shouting loudly in a circular venue. If they were not in a bad mood, they would almost pee in fear.
Wei Cheng pressed his hands casually, too lazy to deal with these etiquettes.
Xun Yu looked at Wei Min awkwardly, his eyes seeming to say: I have been tricked by you. Wei Jun does not like this scene at all.
Wei Min smiled contentedly. From ancient times to the present, no one dislikes the pleasure brought by power, and I believe Wei Cheng is no exception.
The scene just now was a little surprise that he asked Xun Yu to specially arrange for Wei Cheng.
Bang bang bang~
War drums beat.
There are four drums in the four corners of the ring, with four referees guarding each side.
At the same time, the drum beat means that the contestants can go on stage. If someone in the middle beats the drum again, both parties must stop the action to avoid accidental injuries.
These people are the future pillars of the country. They can compete in martial arts, but they must stop at the point.
There is a stage on both sides of the arena.
On the stairs, a person walked out from the east. As soon as he appeared on the stage, the audience was filled with enthusiasm.
Everyone shouted: "Wushuang, Wushuang..." The scene was much more enthusiastic than when they just called Wei Jun Wan'an.
Before Lu Bu took the stage, he bowed in the direction of Wei Cheng to show respect and loyalty.
Then, a man also walked out from the west. He was also tall and strong, with arms that could run a horse.
After saluting Wei Cheng, the two stepped onto the ring at the same time.
The referee shouted loudly: "Both sides salute, no attacks on vital points during the fight. Anyone who is knocked down three times in a row will be declared a loser."
Lu Bu was holding a Fang Tian painted halberd and wearing a tiger soul armor. After listening to what the referee said, he looked at the man opposite him, cupped his fists and saluted.
The man looked at Lu Bu excitedly, as if An Zhijie in later generations had seen Jack Long and deeply clasped his fists and bowed.
Upon seeing this, the referee retreated three feet away, holding a Longshan Army shield in his hand, ready to raise the shield to save the situation at any time.
"The contest...begins!"
Following the referee's order, the first person to move on the field was the man who had been extremely respectful to Lu Bu before.
I saw him holding up a long spear and heading towards Lu Bu directly to kill him, shouting: "Send your life!"
Lu Bu slowly put on the tiger face mask with his left hand, and raised Fang Tian's painted halberd high with his right hand.
The sunlight fell on the sharp blade of Fang Tian's painted halberd, reflecting a terrifying light, as if the halberd could split the arena apart when it came down.
Zhizhi~
When the man who rushed towards Lu Bu saw this, he was so frightened that he stopped his feet and rolled back a few feet in embarrassment.
This suddenly funny scene made everyone watching the game burst into laughter.
Only some martial arts practitioners and other contestants knew that although this man was in a sorry state, he had saved his own life, otherwise he would have been killed by that halberd.
At this time, Lu Bu suddenly took off his mask and said to the referee: "Can you give him an iron gun? The jujube gun barrel in his hand can't protect him from Lu's blow. It's so unpleasant."
The referee was stunned and looked at the man squatting on the ground gasping for air and the spear in his hand.
The man was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and he felt like he was going to survive a disaster. At that moment, he really felt that he would definitely die if he rushed over. This Lu Bu was really too scary.
The referee said angrily: "Sorry, Mr. Lu, in order to be fair to everyone, weapons will not be provided in the competition."
When Lu Bu heard this, he sighed helplessly, hesitated for a moment, and then directly inserted his Fangtian Painted Halberd heavily into the ring.
He flexed his index finger joints and said to the man, "Come on, as long as you can last fifty breaths while being pursued by Lu, Lu will make an exception and recruit you into the Tiger Army to serve the country."
The man was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
next moment.
The man's pupils were constricted, and from his wide-open eyes, he seemed to see a beautiful tiger swooping towards him with a stern and wild aura.
···
Bang~
Kan Palace Arena.
A long-haired man holding a double-jointed bone whip jumped up high, and the bone whip in his hand hit the floor with a muffled sound.
"Hahaha, Huangkou kid, aren't you very powerful? Don't run away, just give me a whip!"
Ma Chao, who barely dodged the blow, frowned. The shape of these double-jointed whips was strange and its lethality was also astonishing.
He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after several competitions, he was in danger every time, and he almost got killed several times.
Moreover, this man who calls himself Guan Hai is also very good at playing skills. He has indeed underestimated the heroes of the world.
But now is not the time to feel sorry for yourself.
Ma Chao picked up the heavy sword that had fallen on the ground, and first started to swim around Guan Hai, using his speed advantage to make sneak attacks from time to time.
Guan Hai had long hair shawl, and his vision was blocked from left to right. He was in danger several times, and he gradually became wary of the young man in front of him.
Not far away in the stands.
Ma Teng and Pang De frowned. They were watching the game from the sidelines, but they were much more nervous than Ma Chao on the field.
Ma Teng was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing his son dodge the attacks several times, he wanted to pick up his sword and kill Guan Hai himself.
beside.
Brothers Matthew and Ma Tie were also anxious for their eldest brother on the court. The two brothers stood up and waved their fists.
"Brother, chop him down."
"No, stab him in the eye!"
The two brothers shouted there for a long time, but they were no match for the boos from the audience, especially Ma Chao, who was running around like a mud monkey.
In their opinion, this little kid is just here to cause trouble, and it is a waste of time to participate in the competition with this little ability.
Just when the boos on the court were getting louder and louder, a stunning scene occurred.
Even though Ma Chao was being chased all over the floor, he was actually paying attention to Guan Hai's flaws and turned a deaf ear to the boos from the sidelines.
The moment Guan Hai's long whip swung at him again, Ma Chao rolled sideways, but instead of dodging, he advanced instead of retreating.
Before Guan Hai could retract his whip, it rolled to Guan Hai's feet, and the heavy sword pressed against Guan Hai's chin.
Bang!
"Young hero, please be merciful, the rules of the conference are not to take human life!"
The referee rushed in with a shield, separated the two men, and looked at the panting Ma Chao in amazement.
At this point: the outcome is decided.
···
To the north, there is the martial arts arena of Li Palace.
Xu Huang had just finished the competition, easily crushing his opponent and winning his first victory.
The next person who came on stage was the short Le Jin.
According to history books, Le Jin is about 15, about the same height as Boss Cao. Such a height is indeed a bit cute.
But if you underestimate him because of this, you will suffer a big loss.
Le Jin did not join the Longshan Army because of his height. Instead, he and Hua Kun were in charge of the City Guards and the City Guards.
Being able to be so highly used by Wei Cheng is naturally not only because of his status as a good general. If his own force is not strong enough, how can Le Jin convince the public.
However, because he is not very prominent and not many people know him, it is easy to feel contempt when seeing a person of his height for the first time.
Just like the big man in front of me, he is more than eight feet tall, a little taller than Zhang Fei.
The weapon in his hand is also a powerful sledgehammer. The weapon alone looks taller than Le Jin. It gives the impression that once the hammer is struck, Le Jin will die in despair.
But in the next twenty breaths, Le Jin told everyone with his strength that being tall and strong does not mean he is really strong, or he may be strong on the outside but strong on the inside.
"It's broken, it's broken, my hand is going to be broken, hero, spare your life, I surrender!"
Le Jin pressed his legs on the big man's neck, grabbed the big man's wrist with both hands, and gave him a cross.
···
Kun palace martial arts field.
The first two matches were exciting and full of dangers, and everyone in the viewing area screamed hoarse.
Don't blame them for not seeing the world, it's really that this martial arts conference makes their blood boil, and they really hope to keep holding it.
Unfortunately, the announcement posted by the Wei Institute said that the martial arts conference is held for three days, once every three years. The next time it is so lively, it will have to wait three years.
On the field, after the referee and others carried the injured contestant off, they signaled the next contestant to come on stage.
Although it is forbidden to take human life, swords have no eyes, and accidental injuries will still occur. Fortunately, there are people from the medical center outside the scene on standby at any time.
"The next competition is between Zhang Xiu, the spear king of the North, and Zhang Ren, the spear king of Xichuan, in Liangzhou."
"Oh~"
"It's a duel between gun kings!"
There were many heroes present, and the warriors participating in the competition were all familiar with these two people.
Although Zhang Xiu did not have any outstanding military exploits, he had made contributions in suppressing bandits in Xiliang and had made breakthroughs in the green forest.
A well-known name.
As for Zhang Ren, he was the most trusted general of Liu Zhang, son of Liu Yan in Yizhou, and he made great contributions to Liu Yan and his son's efforts to pacify hundreds of tribes.
Therefore, the titles of the Spear King of the North and the Spear King of Xichuan are both recognized among Green Forest warriors. As for which one is stronger?
It was not that there were no meddlesome people in the green forest who discussed it, and even found out the secret that Zhang Xiu and Zhang Ren were brothers from the same sect.
Logically speaking, Zhang Xiu is the senior brother, so he should be stronger.
But Zhang Ren actually made great military exploits in Yizhou, and his reputation is much higher than Zhang Xiu's. It's hard to say who is stronger or weaker...
It was a coincidence that today, two recognized gun kings faced off.
In the shed on the south side of the arena.
Tong Yuan frowned, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. Both of them were his apprentices. No matter who was eliminated, he felt it was a pity.
Zhao Feng and Zhao Yun also shook their heads. According to the rules of the competition, as long as they lose one game, they will be eliminated. Alas...
At this time, behind Tong Yuan, a man wearing beaded clothes and jade squinted his eyes and said teasingly: "You old stubborn donkey is still so stubborn, don't you know how to separate the two of them?"
Tong Yuan's eyes twitched and he didn't bother to look back. However, as if to explain, he said dullly: "What do you know as a woman? For the sake of fairness, the order of appearance is determined by drawing lots. How can I allow you to mess around?"
*** sneered, glanced at the girl next to him, took the woman's hand, and said: "Susu, look at what you like more about these two brothers. Later, my aunt will help you make arrangements. Don't worry, they both are." He is a good boy, but he must listen to his aunt."
The girl was only fourteen or fifteen years old. She was round and pretty, charming and cute. She was just an adult in this era. She was secretly looking at Zhao Yun in front of her with a pair of loving eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment.
*** Seeing this, he frowned slightly and said earnestly: "Susu, it's useless for a man to be good-looking. Your uncle was also very handsome back then, but now you look at him, he's old and ugly, just like a man who has been dried out." Like melon rind."
Tong Yuan: (??_??)
Zhao Yun: (??_??)
Zhao Feng: (￢_￢)
