The wrestling technique was much more effective than Du Chengfeng expected.
Originally, Du Chengfeng thought that the wrestling skills he gained from the memory of that ax could only be regarded as pure sports. After all, in this world where everyone can go out with a weapon, the throwing technique with bare hands is really useless.
Just, he was still looking for an opportunity to grab the opponent's body, but the opponent had already slashed him with a knife. The knife was longer than his hand. Wasn't he bound to be slashed?
But beyond Du Chengfeng's expectation, the answer is, not necessarily.
There are also differences among wrestlers.
If you are an ordinary wrestler, you will naturally not be able to face the weapon. No matter whether it is struck or stabbed by the sharp edge, even if it is just a scratch, the flesh and blood will be bled on the spot.
But Du Chengfeng's wrestling skills came from the two brothers He Xixuan and He Xiqing.
He knew He Xixuan. Although the armored bearded general was beheaded by him, he was still deeply impressed by his big arms and round waist, his mighty posture wearing iron armor, and his bravery in smashing the gate of Wubao with an axe. . Such a strong warrior is naturally a good player in the wrestling ring, and he has knocked down many heroes with his bravery.
But the stronger one is He Xiqing.
It was a humanoid monster that could kill a giant bear with a big ax when it was young, and its understanding of timing and strength had reached its peak. If He Xixuan, who is infinitely powerful, is an insurmountable mountain in the wrestling ring, then He Xiqing, the elder brother, is far higher and further than the mountain, the vast sky.
In that memory, He Xixuan would also wrestle with his brother in his spare time, but he was never able to last until the second round despite the insurmountable mountain in this wrestling arena.
He Xiqing is very strong.
"What would happen if He Xiqing were to face the spear throwing just now?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but fell into thinking.
After a moment, he came up with his answer.
If it had been He Xiqing, the first spear wouldn't even have landed on the ground.
With only a distance of three feet, Yang Sanlang standing at the door would be killed by He Xiqing in one breath, using the throwing spear he threw.
But if it were Du Chengfeng himself, without relying on that big sword, relying on exactly the same technique, and even almost the same reaction and experience, he could not counterattack instantly, and even let Yang Sanlang throw five weapons. All the spears were used.
This is the gap.
The gap between him and He Xiqing.
"What a...monster."
Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh.
Facing a humanoid monster that can kill giant bears at a young age, can an ordinary person like him really have the strength to fight it?
Maybe, yes.
"Maybe it can be done."
Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng raised his head and looked at the pile of weapons in the yard.
There are more than two hundred weapons from the Hu people.
The young and strong weapons from Yangjiabao are more than sixty years old.
A treasured sword passed down from the Yang family.
There is also the two-handed ax at the foot with ancient patterns engraved on it.
This is all his wealth at the moment. The experience and wisdom attached to more than 260 weapons are said to be equal to Zhuge Liang. So after gathering more than 260 pieces of wisdom, he Can you fight He Xiqing?
Du Chengfeng didn't know, but he wanted to try.
In order to protect his hard-won life.
So, a sleepless night.
The next morning, Yang Xuan led several tribesmen and knocked on the door of Du Chengfeng's courtyard. The young tribesmen all carried gifts, and several large boxes were filled to the brim.
This was obviously to make amends. Yang Xuan already knew what happened to Yang Sanlang last night. Faced with the trouble caused by his careless nephew, he could only send someone to carry Yang Sanlang back first, and then come over with gifts to apologize. Apologize.
Even if you give up this old face, you still have to let this matter go.
Yang Xuan has already made up his mind.
But when he pushed open the broken door of the small courtyard and was about to tell the story he had prepared for midnight, the words that came out of his mouth were stuck in his throat.
Just because he saw the knife.
Knives everywhere.
The rising sun reflected on the sharp blade, and the sunlight that should have been warm was only dim after being reflected by the blade surface.
Yang Xuan and the people of the Yang clan even did not dare to open their eyes for a while.
Although these knives were only inserted diagonally on the ground, together with the spears and spears, these weapons still seemed to be swung out at the next moment, splitting them into pieces and piercing them.
But immediately, the fear of weapons disappeared in an instant.
As if this was all just an illusion.
"This is……"
Those Yang clan members carrying gifts couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Yang Xuan.
They all knew that what they just felt was not an illusion.
"Don't panic, these weapons have been sharpened."
Shaking his head, Yang Xuan subconsciously picked up a scimitar that was stuck not far from his feet.
The crudely made scimitar flashed with cold light, as if it was about to kill someone in the next moment, but when Yang Xuan held it in his hand, he did not feel any urge to kill.
The knife was just a knife, just a piece of sharpened iron. It was lying quietly in his hand, as if he had fallen asleep.
"He is a person who can control the evil spirit of weapons..."
Yang Xuan carefully inserted the scimitar back into the ground, not daring to touch it more.
At this moment, Yang Xuan once again confirmed the correctness of his decision. Although this may damage the face of the Yang family, compared to a strong man who can control the evil spirit of weapons, the illusory face is the least important. s things.
You must find a way to keep the other party in Yangjiapu, even if you really worship him as your ancestor, it doesn't matter.
"Prepare some more gifts and come here quickly. These gifts are so thin... What do you want me to do? Don't know how much to bring? Then show off the attitude of worshiping ancestors!"
While instructing the young tribesmen around him, Yang Xuan stepped forward respectfully.
Although he said that he wanted to show his attitude of worshiping his ancestors, the closer he got to the dilapidated main house, the subtle feeling of respect in Yang Xuan's heart became more and more obvious.
Especially when he pushed open the broken door of the hall in front of him, he even had the illusion of pushing open the door of the ancestral hall.
And in the main room, the figure sitting on the edge of the millstone also seemed to have some shadow of his ancestor of the Yang family in a trance.
Until the other person speaks.
"What the hell, how do you sharpen this thing?"
While cursing at the street, Du Chengfeng threw the bone in his hand aside.
Then he raised his head and looked at Yang Xuan at the door.
"You came just in time."
Saying this, Du Chengfeng raised his finger and pointed at the weapons on the ground in the yard.
"Too little, these things are still too little."
"More, I want more."
