"That's right, the young master of the Divine General's Mansion must be very powerful, come and compete with our general, let us open our eyes!"

"What nonsense!" Pei Shanyue immediately turned around and scolded his subordinates, and said, "As far as you are talkative, what is the identity of the young master?

After he finished reprimanding his subordinates, he turned to Ye Xuan again and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, these guys only grow muscles, not brains, and they are blind to everything." ”

Although Pei Shanyue's words were very polite, the meaning of his words was that he did regard Ye Xuan as an ordinary prince, so he was only respectful on the surface, but in his heart he didn't look down on the princes who came to make military achievements.

The wrestlers of the heavy armor battalion obviously had a very strong relationship with Pei Shanyue, and they didn't care about being reprimanded, and continued to laugh and say: "Mo Wu, you say every day that your young master is strong, but we haven't seen each other, it won't be you bragging, right?"

Mo Wu immediately pointed at the wrestler who spoke, and said angrily: "Big worm, what are you talking about! The young master is a hundred times stronger than me, you can't even beat me, and you still have the courage to say that my young master!"

"A hundredfold, isn't it true?"

The crowd burst into laughter, evidently unbelieving.

"Don't laugh! Don't laugh! Whoever dares to laugh, I'll fight with him!" Mo Wu was so angry that his neck was thick, and he wanted to fight with this group of guys again.

This group of wrestlers was obviously not afraid at all, and continued to coax: "General, Brother Mo Wu has said that the young master is a hundred times stronger than him. But if we can't win against Mo Wu, won't our battalion lose all?"

"What nonsense, drink your wine!" Pei Shanyue reprimanded, but there was a smile on his face, obviously not serious, and naturally it didn't make any difference.

A wrestler suddenly proposed: "Eh, General, don't you want Brother Mo Wu to join our heavy armor battalion? I think in this way, the general and the young master will compete in a match, if whoever wins the Brother Mo Wu will belong to whom!"

Pei Shanyue originally looked at the face of the Divine General's Mansion and didn't want to embarrass Ye Xuan too much, but when he thought of being able to pull Mo Wu into the heavy armor camp, he was a little moved.

So, he rubbed his hands and asked, "Childe, my old Pei really takes a fancy to Mo Wu, do you think we should have a fight?" If I win, Lao Pei, let Mo Wu come to my heavy armor camp, what do you think?"

Ye Xuan has been ridiculed by these guys for so long, although he is not angry, but he is also a little unhappy, so he agrees: "Yes, if I win, then how can it be counted?"

"You say!" Pei Shanyue patted his chest and said briskly.

"So be it. If one day Lao Qin and I want to re-armor the battalion, you have to listen to me, you can't be perfunctory on the surface and unconvinced in your heart. Ye Xuan thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, no problem!" Pei Shanyue didn't think about it, and agreed directly.

Ye Xuan walked to the middle of the field, raised his right hand, and said, "Then let's start." ”

"Then I'm coming!" Pei Shanyue shouted and punched over.

There was a "pop" sound.

Ye Xuan caught it with the palm of his hand, and the two began to wrestle with one hand, and their movements were much more stable and chic than other wrestlers.

For masters, it is no longer just a brute force competition, so there is little difference between two-handed wrestling and one-handed wrestling, and the final fight is hard power.

Pei Shanyue wanted to save some face for the young master of the Divine General's Mansion, so he couldn't go all out as soon as he came up, but slowly strengthened his strength, testing Ye Xuan's strength.

Three-point force, five-point force, seven-part force......

Ye Xuan ran the true yuan, holding Pei Shanyue's fist with one hand, always as steady as Mount Tai, and the other party would return as much strength as he could.

When he came out of the eighth point of strength, Pei Shanyue finally became serious, knowing that the young master of the Divine General's Mansion in front of him was not all straw bales

"Drink!"

He let out a deep sigh and increased his strength to nine points, wanting to push Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan's waist was heavy, the soles of his feet took root, and he was firmly fixed in place, not moving.

"Interesting!"

Pei Shanyue finally got serious this time, shouted, his arm shook, and pushed forward with all his strength.

Ye Xuan's right hand suddenly clenched his fist hard, and he also let out a deep sigh, and the strength of the hundredfold qi sea burst out, steadily withstanding the huge force on Pei Shanyue's fist.

"General, exert force! exert force!" The heavy-armored battalion wrestlers gathered around and shouted loudly.

"General, hurry up! If you win, Brother Mo Wu will be ours. ”

Pei Shanyue looked back at this guy, although he used one hand, he had already used a lot of strength.

In the battle of masters, there is no difference between one-handed and two-handed battles. But in the eyes of others, one-handed wrestling looks like it doesn't work.

Pei Shanyue finally had some change of opinion about Ye Xuan, and his title was changed, and he grinned: "The young general is indeed very strong, but my old Pei is not a mud ball." I'm going to keep working harder!"

"Okay, come!" Ye Xuan replied very calmly.

Pei Shanyue let out a deep snort, and suddenly punched the ground with his left hand, shouting: "Earth Movement!"

Boom!

A concussive force swept away, and the ground rolled outward like ocean waves.

A huge force surged towards Ye Xuan from his arm, extremely powerful.

"Whew!"

Before Ye Xuan could react, the surrounding wrestlers immediately exclaimed.

"Damn! The general is really moving!"

With a shout, these wrestlers immediately retreated, avoiding the range of the earth's moving waves.

"Isn't it? Why did the general even use his housekeeping skills?"

"Could it be that the young general who came this time is not a straw bag?"

And all the people wondered.

Qin Tai'a has been the main general of the Longyuan Army for nearly three hundred years, and in the past three hundred years, many young masters and sons of the Divine General's Mansion have come to the Longyuan Army, but most of them are not very good.

Not only the Divine General's Mansion, but also the princely families of the Great Zhou Dynasty have more or less sent their sons and nephews, most of whom are to make some military merits so that they can go back to inherit the title.

These princes and princes, not to mention straw bales, will only hide in Wangbei City and live a mess, and few of them really go to the battlefield.

Over time, Long Yuanjun has already had a unified understanding of the princes and princes from the imperial capital, as long as they are respectful, they will be sent away when these princes and princes have finished their military exploits.

"I don't think so. Our general doesn't seem to have much strength, so why did he show his martial spirit. A wrestler said suspiciously.

"You don't understand, the master has made a move, there is no need to fall to the ground and pinch like us. Who's strong and who's weak, you'll know with a fight. A wrestler who seemed to understand or didn't understand said matter-of-factly.

"Don't talk, look!

Pei Shanyue slammed the ground again, and said in a deep voice: "Young General, Lao Pei's martial soul is an earth martial soul, and the power is as thick as the earth, you have to be careful!"

"Okay, just come!" Ye Xuan responded with a deep back.

Pei Shanyue shouted, withdrew his fist, gathered his strength, and punched hard.

This punch did not bring out any fist style, but all the power was condensed in the fist, and the power of one punch was enough to shatter the mountains.

(End of chapter)