Zhang Yumeng was dressed very formally today, wearing a set of special armor. This armor was exclusive to her. Unfortunately, it didn't include any meteorite.
According to what Yang Qian said, use a little meteorite iron and use it less for Zhang Yumeng? Isn't this a waste of money?
In fact, Yang Qian felt in his heart that Zhang Yumeng was just a rookie. If he used meteorite armor, even the armor of the Xuanjia Army, he would probably be crushed and have difficulty walking.
But also because it was worn by Zhang Yumeng, the workmanship is extremely exquisite. Each piece of armor is made of folded and forged hundred-forged steel and quenched three times. The process is complex and the cost is extremely high.
Not only does it have superb defensive power, it is also light in weight.
Zhang Yumeng came to the martial arts arena wearing armor and holding a somewhat relaxed Sutie sword.
Xiao Yu ran over immediately, looking nervous.
"Your Majesty is exercising right next to you. What are you going to do?"
Zhang Yumeng turned around and grinned, "Give it to Yang Qiankang. I am no longer the weakling I used to be. Only by proving it to him will he believe it."
After saying that, Zhang Yumeng looked sternly at the twenty people across from him. As expected, he was in great shape. Unfortunately, among the men, she was only interested in Yang Qian. She was a little disgusted with other men.
"Twenty of you will fight with me. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, you will die here!"
The twenty people looked at each other, a little confused. Although the work was hard, at least they could eat well, and if they did well, there would be women to play with and drinks to drink every month.
To put it bluntly, life in the slave prefecture is much simpler than life outside the customs.
One of the particularly strong slaves said, "What if I hurt you? We still have to die, let's forget it, you are no match for us."
"That's right, you are a woman and you want to beat twenty of us? What are you thinking about? Go back and dream. There is everything in your dreams."
"Looking at your status, you should be a noble. It's better not to play such tricks. Even nobles can't afford it."
Zhang Yumeng gave his men a look. Immediately, the handcuffs and shackles of the twenty people were removed, and each of them was issued a bronze sword.
When the twenty people saw it, their eyes widened. This, this was real. Not only was it a bronze sword, it was even edged. The coldness was overwhelming.
When no one knew about it, Xiao Yu made a gesture, and suddenly there were more figures outside the martial arts arena. They were densely packed. If you look from the outside, you will find that there are many soldiers directly surrounding the martial arts arena.
Not to mention twenty people, even two hundred people couldn't rush out.
The leader of the slave said with an evil look on his face, "This is a real guy. I will chop off your beautiful head with one knife. Are you going to be serious?"
According to Zhang Yumeng's request, the ones sent this time were the more ferocious guys among the slave teachers.
There are many slaves in the Slave Master, some are sent abroad and some stay behind, but no matter where they are, there are rivers and lakes where there are people.
As long as it does not affect work, the slave priest will not care about fights or bullying in the slave camp.
These twenty people were the best among the left-behind slaves. Because he knew Zhang Xiaoniang's conditions, Shi Yuanji followed the instructions to find people and was not sloppy at all.
Just kidding, that’s the future Mrs. Jun. Well, it’s basically a certainty, and everyone knows that your Majesty is particularly doting on Mrs. Jun. Who dares to refute her face? As long as it’s not a bottom line issue, everyone will give it to Zhang Yumeng. Provide certain convenience.
There are only twenty slaves. For the slave priest who has more than one million slaves, they are not even comparable to Mao.
Zhang Yumeng looked solemn and nodded.
"I said, you go all out, I'm injured, I'm dead, if you win, you can all leave. If you can't defeat me, all twenty of you will die here today."
"What the hell, the Xia people want to play with us."
"That's right, we have no choice, kill her!!!!"
"kill!"
None of the twenty people were idiots. With Zhang Yumeng's explanation, all idiots knew that things couldn't go any better today.
Immediately twenty people rushed over
.
Since Zhang Yumeng exercised with Yang Gan, she has also practiced yoga. She also has sparring classes every week, and even invites some generals to guide her in battles.
The improvement in strength, martial arts, and courage can be described as rapid.
Seeing twenty people rushing towards him fiercely, Zhang Yumeng's sexy red lips suddenly opened into a grin.
Taking a deep breath, holding the Sutie Dao in both hands, he rushed towards the opponent without any delay.
"Dang Dang Dang!!!"
"Pfft, pfft~~~!"
The height of these strong men is generally over 170cm. As for the prairie people, except for some nobles, most people are not tall. Some even look thinner. They only gained weight after eating better in the slave priests.
Zhang Yumeng is over 175cm tall and weighs over 140kg, and is not much worse than these slaves in terms of body shape.
As soon as they made contact, the sound of swords clashing kept coming. After a few hard blows, Zhang Yumeng immediately knocked the opponent's bronze sword away, and cut a slave in half in half with his swords.
The colorful mosaic in my stomach flowed all over the floor.
But the good times didn't last long. There were twenty people on the other side. When Zhang Yumeng cut one person to death from the waist.
The two big men turned around and slashed Zhang Yumeng's back without any hesitation.
Zhang Yumeng was staggered forward by these two sudden blows. She knew what she should pay attention to most in a group battle.
When stumbling forward, immediately adjust your body. This has two functions. First, you can observe your opponent as quickly as possible, and second, you can adjust to prevent falling.
Once you fall down on the battlefield, you are almost certain to die.
On the battlefield, there is usually a confrontation between military formations, but what if the military formation collapses? It does not have to rely on personal bravery.
After adjusting his body, cold sweat started to flow from Zhang Yumeng's temples, and he was almost surrounded by people in front, back, left and right.
I just killed someone.
The slaves would not give Zhang Yumeng a chance to think, and they all stabbed her with their swords.
At this critical moment, Zhang Yumeng's daily martial arts skills showed up and he held the knife in a circle.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
He blocked most of the bronze swords that were thrust through him, and then quickly slashed at the slaves' thighs.
Yang Gan once said that if it is a group fight, you only need to catch one person and beat him to death.
But if it's on the battlefield and you have weapons, you don't need to kill the opponent or severely injure the opponent. You only need to make a few cuts under the opponent's knees.
With an injured leg, it is almost impossible to retreat or attack.
In the past, Zhang Yumeng was a little shameless about such suggestions, but now that he used this trick, four or five slaves immediately collapsed on the ground. One of them could stand up, but lost his flexibility.
It has to be said that the experience of climbing out of the pile of dead people is not something that someone who lacks actual combat experience can understand.
After gaining some confidence, Zhang Yumeng immediately jumped on the sword, and his whole reaction seemed to rise suddenly. This was not an explosion, but something he had learned in ordinary times, and he began to gradually understand it.
Zhang Yumeng was not only trained by Yang Qian using conventional methods. The most important thing was to use some ropes to hang things and swing them back and forth to train his reflex nerves.
It's a pity that Zhang Yumeng's physical strength is still not up to standard, and he is unable to learn the method of Qi training.
Time for a cup of tea passes.
Are the slaves fools? Please, you are wearing armor and we have no clothes on. How can we beat you?
Therefore, when they could take a breath, the slaves almost all circled around Zhang Yumeng, hoping to consume some of her energy.
Zhang Yumeng was indeed a little tired and panting heavily. She didn't expect that she always prided herself on having good physical strength.
But after just a few people were killed, his hands began to shake.
In the nearby gym, everyone crowded at the door.
"Damn it, what is Miss Zhang planning to do?"
"Have you been bullying her lately?"
"You're kidding, she's the one bullying us."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who taught you this sword technique? It's so bad." Qing Qing said with a smile.
In an instant, everyone looked at her. Qingqing blinked Kazilan's big eyes and said curiously.
"What's the matter?"
Everyone looked at Yang Qian again, and saw that Yang Qian's face was slightly ugly, and everyone looked over.
I touched my nose a little embarrassed.
"Hey, look ***, I taught you, maybe you learned like this, it has nothing to do with me, okay?"
Yang Qian has always been famous for his swordsmanship, archery skills and javelin throwing. He wanted to let others know that the people he trained with his own hands could use knives like this and they didn't know how to laugh at him behind his back.
Qingqing smiled, very happily.
"The sword technique emphasizes strength and indomitable momentum. Zhang Yumeng has mastered the strength, but it is a bit too fierce. It is easy to break if it is too strong."
"I don't have the momentum to move forward. I hesitate when I kill people."
"The coordination of the body is pretty good, but it's a pity that it doesn't have the feeling of both strength and softness. I don't use force where I should exert force, but I exert my utmost force where I shouldn't."
"Other than these shortcomings, everything else is good."
When everyone heard this, they broke out in cold sweat.
They could no longer tell whether this was a compliment or a disparagement.
Yang Gan felt like his teeth were about to break. This was the sword technique he taught him. Why couldn't he even recognize it?
But seeing Zhang Yumeng panting Yang Gan, Yang Gan gave Krisna a look.
Krisna nodded and immediately walked outside, standing outside the battle circle, staring at them.
At this time, Zhang Yumeng had no idea that he was being noticed, nor did he know that Krisna was standing next to him.
Suddenly, there was a flash of green light, and a bronze sword stabbed Zhang Yumeng directly in the lower back.
Zhang Yumeng was on guard and immediately rushed forward to prevent the people behind from stabbing him and kill the slave in front.
The idea is good, but reality is reality.
There was a heartbreaking pain in her lower back, and the pain was so intense that she could hardly hold the knife, let alone kill someone?
When Krisna was about to take action.
An incredible scene happened before my eyes.
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