Ma Chao didn't care what conditions Zhao Yun said at all, and when he saw Zhao Yun get up, he immediately turned his head and pressed his sword and walked out of the tent, saying as he walked: "If you can't beat me Ma Mengqi, go back to your Yecheng as soon as possible, and you don't have to go to Liangzhou." We, Ma's, don't have time to take care of you! ”

Ma Teng, who was at the head of the tent, had a complicated face, he originally wanted to stop this competition, but he heard the agreement between Zhao Yun and Ma Chao, but it made him feel light, and he didn't stop Ma Chao anymore.

Although the eldest son Meng Qi did not like to read since he was a child, not to mention that the books handed down by his ancestors are now rotten and unpresentable, and he missed a good opportunity to study at a young age because of poverty, but his martial arts can be talked about...... Don't talk about Ma Dai, Ma Xiu, and Ma Tie, even Ma Teng and Pang De may not be his opponents! In the past, Han Sui had many soldiers and horses, and Ma Teng's soldiers and horses were few, and Yan Xing, a young general who was known as a healthy soldier among the 100,000 Qiang soldiers, met Ma Chao on a narrow road, and his spear was cut off in one face, and he could only use a wooden pole to fight.

Ma Chao's swordsmanship can be called the crown of Liangzhou, and he created swordsmanship techniques when he was a teenager and served as the swordsmanship teacher of the whole army...... Which Zhao Yun looks like a Confucian general, how can he be Meng Qi's opponent?

Ma Teng led the crowd to follow out of the account, thinking to himself that if Zhao Yun was defeated by Ma Chao, the unruly nature of his own son would be a mess, although it may offend Zhao Yun and Chen Qun, but it can also make Zhao Yun no longer mention the matter of paying tribute to the court.

Ma Teng, who was in charge of the Western Liang Army, was too complicated for the imperial court and Yanbei.

He wanted to go, but he didn't want to go. Now he is nearly fifty years old, he can be called an old man, he has licked blood from the knife for most of his life, and now that the north is calm and the court is happy, how can he not want to go to the court to enjoy a few years of happiness. Not to mention anything else, if he Ma Teng attaches himself to Da Sima and asks Yanbei for the official position of his ancestor General Fubo, it is reasonable, right?

After returning to Maoling's hometown, and then getting back the official position of the ancestors, what is there not to be satisfied with?

But the imperial court did not say that it would be attached, he did not understand Yan Zhongqing, and he did not trust the imperial court. Once the clan is attached to Ye, the power of the soldiers and horses will be let go, if it is a villain who crosses the river and demolishes the bridge, what official position is the moon in the mirror, you can't see it. Life is gone, what is worth it?

On the one hand, he was worried that rejecting Yanbei would make the two sides go to war and cut off the opportunity to join the imperial court, and on the other hand, he was unwilling to defect to his command when he did not know Yanbei well.

Ma Teng still needs time, if he can block Zhao Yun's mouth with this competition, it would be great!

When the Liangzhou army of the Huaili battalion heard the news that the young general was going to compete with the imperial court general in swordsmanship, they all heard the news and moved, and in a blink of an eye, they surrounded several layers in the camp, and for a time there were Liangzhou people shouting and screaming everywhere.

"That imperial court general doesn't look very old, and he dares to compete with the young general, who is he?" Hearing the news, the Liangzhou soldiers who rushed to the scene diligently instructed the sergeants to carry the brazier back and forth to draw out the open space, and gathered together in twos and threes to look at Zhao Yun who was standing with Ma Chao, and the discussion came one after another, "Who doesn't know the bravery of the young general!" ”

Chen Qun, who walked out of the camp tent, looked worried, who would have thought that Ma Teng's eldest son Ma Chao would have such a character, and invited Zhao Yun to fight in front of Ma Teng in the Chinese military tent. It was when he was worried that he suddenly smelled the aroma of wine beside him, and when he turned his head, he saw that Guo Jia, who was wearing the two armors of the attendants, was not thinking about the sword at all, but took out the wine jug that should have been placed on the table from his arms, and leaned on the wooden pillar outside the tent to drink it.

"Fengxiao, you don't worry about General Zhao at all?"

"It's useless to worry, just watch slowly." Guo Jia waved his hand without the slightest indifference, carried the wine jug in the direction of Zhao Yun, and whispered to Chen Qun beside him: "It doesn't matter if you win or lose, not to mention that General Zilong is powerful!" ”

Zhao Yun's martial arts are superb, Guo Jia knows it, and he can also see that Ma Chao's temperament is very fierce...... No matter who wins or loses in this swordsmanship competition, this Ma Chao can't stay in Sanfu and Liangzhou anymore, he must enter Beijing!

If this kind of person does not follow the lord, he may not be able to achieve his own great cause, but it is probably not difficult to ruin the great cause of others.

The last person Guo Jia saw with this kind of temperament was Lu Bu. He didn't do anything, but Dong Zhuo, who ruined the sky, was in the middle of his hands.

In an instant, the open space outside the big tent of the Chinese army has been cleared, and the lights are bright as daylight, Ma Teng stepped forward and said to the two: "General Zhao, Da Sima wants to order Ma Shoucheng to go to Beijing to pay tribute, and it is really difficult to make a decision. Just when the dog wants to fight with the general, he will win or lose to determine the tribute, we Liangzhou people are Xintian, if this competition Meng Qi loses, that is the will of heaven to Ma Mou into Beijing, never break his word...... What does the general think? ”

Zhao Yun clenched his fists and said, "A word is a certainty." ”

"Meng Qi, point to point."

Ma Teng glanced at Ma Chao deeply, for fear that he would kill Zhao Yun, the general under Yanbei, by mistake for a while, but Ma Chao was not so cautious, holding the sword scabbard with his left hand, beating his chest lightly with his right hand, turning his head to look at Zhao Yun and smiling proudly: "Father, don't worry!" General Zhao was careful, Ma was good at making a move...... The sword is out quickly. ”

The two sides opened a distance of ten steps, Zhao Yun nodded, and slowly pulled out the eight-sided saber on his waist, "Major General, please!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ma Chao did not draw his sword, stepped forward in one step, and when he reached three steps, his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword suddenly, followed by Zhao Yun and couldn't see where the sword came from, he had already seen the cold light flashing in front of him, and he had to retreat sharply in a hurry. Before the footsteps were stabilized, the roar in his ears exploded, and the sword light had been split several times in an instant, and for a while, where was the sword competition, Zhao Yun could only protect the vital points on his body one after another, and his steps dodged one after another, and he was about to retreat to the edge.

Ma Chao said that he was quick to draw his sword...... But only Zhao Yun knew how fast! If an ordinary person is sick with a sword, his strength will be slightly smaller, otherwise it will be difficult to recruit the old; Ma Chao didn't know whether it was born with divine power or very powerful, not only was the sword extremely fast, but the attack was rapid, the wind and rain were continuous, and in a blink of an eye, Zhao Yun had no power to fight back, and he retreated to the edge and then avoided it, so he had to stab out in embarrassment, dodging a few steps before holding the sword slowly.

I only felt that there was a difference in the armor, Zhao Yun looked sideways at his shoulder, and saw an inch-long opening on the shoulder of the robe, but he couldn't dodge being stabbed by Ma Chao's sword when he took the risk to stand out.

For a while, the Liangzhou soldiers in the battalion shouted Ma Chao's name in unison, and the cheers were like thunder!

It's just that no matter how much the cheers are like thunder, it is difficult to affect Zhao Yun's gradually stable breath, he handed the Han sword to his left hand, and grabbed the robe buckle on his shoulder with his right hand, and then pulled the entire robe down, the white robe was raised, and Zhao Yun, who had moved the sour tiger mouth, held the sword with both hands and pointed obliquely at his side. Ma Chao rushed like a rainbow again, but Zhao Yun no longer dodged and charged away to meet Ma Chao.

Ping!