Chapter 10 Martial Arts

"Come on, in order to wish you all the best this time, drink this cup!" Under the action of alcohol, Dongfang Yu was also abnormal, holding a wine glass and shouting. Do it!" Do it!" Do it!" ...The brothers clink glasses, yes! Life must be full of joy. Isn't it unpleasant to drink like this?

"Brother, I propose, I propose!" Long Batian shouted with a loud voice. After a while, we went out to practice. I haven't done a few tricks with your brothers for a long time. Hey hey, my hands are itchy.

At this time, Sima Tian is still calm as usual. However, when he heard Long Batian's proposal, he smiled and nodded slightly. I think this proposal is good. First, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and I don't know if you have made any progress in martial arts. Second, this trip is auspicious. If your strength is not good, you may worry about your life. However, it's late today, and everyone has almost drunk. Why don't you rest early? How about tomorrow morning in the open space by the woods? If anyone's martial arts is not refined at that time, don't blame me for being ruthless as a brother.

"Good! OK! It's been a year, and I don't know if the sixth brother's martial arts have been better. After I went back, I asked many seniors in the family to teach the Zhao family how to shoot. Now, hey, I will definitely not let you down. Zhao Ze stroked the glass and said drunkenly. It can be said that he and Longbatian are getting more and more emotional. Of course, I will not let go of this provocative opportunity this time.

"Good! I'm begging for it!" Long didn't sweetly look at Zhao Ze with bad intentions, smiling gloomyly, and Zhao Ze's hair was creepy.

Everyone chattered endlessly, and Dongfang Yu looked a little angry, "Well, my brothers are almost drunk. That's all for today! Everyone should rest early. If I see who is still the same tomorrow, hum!" When the brothers saw that the eldest brother issued the expulsion order, they didn't say anything, but just casually teased a few words and dispersed.

Long night...

The next morning, there was an open space next to the woods. The eight brothers were neatly dressed, holding weapons, and stood looking at each other. Dongfang Yu cleared his throat and said, "Today's competition, don't get hurt. It is divided into four groups, facing the sixth, the second against the eighth, the third against the fourth, and the fifth against the seventh. Is there anything else you don't understand? If not, the first group will start first. After saying that, Dongfang Yu looked around the seven people. Brother, didn't you say that I had a martial arts competition with my fifth brother last night? Long Batian said in a hurry. Yes! Brother, the sixth brother had to fight 300 rounds with me last night! I must let him see the power of my Zhao family's shooting skills. Zhao Ze was also anxious. He thought he could fight with Long Batian, but who would have fought with Beitang Zhen. Thinking of Beitang Zhen's light body and sensitive running position, Zhao Ze felt uncomfortable.

"This arrangement has its own intention. Besides, you two often compete together. This time, Lao Wu is familiar with the alternative playing method, which can also be regarded as accumulating experience in future actual combat! Is there anything else?" Dongfang Yu saw that no one answered, so he said, "Okay, the rest of the people will withdraw ten steps and start now."

In fact, everyone knows that this is just a warm-up match before the war. Dongfang Yu deliberately divided his strength into a group to avoid a huge disparity in strength and accidentally injured. They are all brothers. Why do they have to fight themselves?

While talking, everyone has retreated, leaving only Dongfang Yu and Long Batian in the middle. These two can be said to be the two with the strongest martial arts skills and the closest strength among the eight people. This game is destined to be wonderful. Brother, please." Longbatian held his fist and then slowly pulled his sword. Dongfang Yu held his fist, held a knife, and said, "Be careful, I'm coming!" His body rushed out like lightning and stabbed a sword horizontally.

Long Batian narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped back two steps, blocked it with a sword in front of his chest, leaned his body sideways, and slid out. Dongfang Yu was unrelented. He held the sword and flower in his hand and quickly took out his knife to click on the surface. Longbatian was a little busy, but he quickly adjusted. Dongfang Yu was waiting for now. How could he give him a chance? Long Batian couldn't raise his head after a few strokes. Long Batian rolled away, opened his distance, adjusted slightly, and said, "Brother, be careful. I'm going to make a move." The best defense is attack. Longbatian made an amazing leap, turned a sword into a knife, and split down from above. Dongfang Yu hurried to fight, but looking at his expression this time, he suffered a lot of losses! Long Batian pressed the hilt of the sword and pushed it out. On the side of the sword body, it was slightly drawn by Dongfangyu. Dongfang Yu also refused to suffer losses. On one side of his body, he wrapped a sword with a knife and turned up. Looking at this style, there was a little momentum of Taijiquan! Long Batian also turned around, twitching, pushing, abandoning the sword, turning around, scratching the back of Dongfang Yu, and punching Dongfang Yu's neck.

"Ha ha, brother, you lost! If I just tried hard, you would be dead or injured now. Long Batian stepped back two steps and looked at Dongfang Yu with a smile and said. Hey! What's wrong with you?" Dongfang Yu was speechless. If he lost, he lost. Although he was a little rogue, there was no need to take it seriously.

"The first game, the victory!" Dongfangyu is helpless!" In the second round, Lao Liu played against Lao Ba. After saying that, he retreated.

Sima Tian was divided into this group, which was a little suspected of bullying the small, but who let him be Zhiduoxing instead of Wuduoxing!

"Second brother, you have to let me go!" OK, let..." Before Sima Tian finished speaking, Murong Jun rushed up with his sword. Sima Tian didn't expect it. He leaned sideways and was a little embarrassed. Then he pulled out a paper fan from his sleeve, unfolded it, and said, "Be careful." After saying that, the fan fand left and right. It turns out that this fan is not an ordinary fan. The outside is wrapped in fine iron, and each crease is supported by a spring, which can be easily opened and put away.

After all, Sima Tian is more than two years older than Murong Jun. Although he is not good at martial arts than strategy, Sima Tian is much better than Murong Jun in terms of strength and experience. Finally, after a long wait, Sima Tian slapped off the sword in Murong Jun's hand with an iron fan and declared victory.

"In the second game, the second brother won. However, praising the eighth brother has greatly improved compared with last year!" Dongfang Yu's voice came at the right time. Murong Jun, in their eyes, no matter how old he is, he is just a child, and the child needs more praise and encouragement.

"In the third game, Lao San and Lao Si play against each other." To be honest, everyone is looking forward to the confrontation between the two. Because the style of these two is similar, not based on strength, but mainly swordsmanship. Ximen snow swordsmanship is elegant, and Nangong Yan's swordsmanship is light. It can be said that the confrontation between the two is the most ornamental of the four groups of martial arts.

"Third brother, I've been taught!" Nangong Yan held the sword with his backhand and punched Ximen Xue. Well, let's begin!" Ximen Snow returned the gift. Everyone's faces were calm, then surprised, and finally their eyes were full of small stars, and envy appeared on their faces.

Ximen Xue's swordsmanship is like a snowflake, fluttering, and the sword body seems to be covered with ice and snow, sealing thousands of miles. It is both free and ruthless, which is the best portrayal of Ximen Xue's character. Nangong Yan's sword is like flowing clouds and flowing water. His movements are skillful and complete in one go without dragging mud and water. Another frightened lonely goose, stunned and rose up to the sky, leaving only a trace of shadow.

Everyone was stunned and hadn't recovered for a long time. The victory or defeat is no longer important. The scene of the two with swords against the sword is always engraved in everyone's mind.

"Big brother, big brother." Sima Tian pushed Dongfang Yu and signaled that it was time to announce the result. Dongfang Yu blushed, secretly glanced at others, smiled, and announced, "In the third round, the third brother wins. In the last sentence, Lao Wu and Lao Qi fight against each other. After saying that, after thinking about it, I couldn't help but have fun again. Everyone didn't know why. When they saw Dongfang Yu pointing to Zhao Ze, they also laughed. It turned out that Zhao Ze was so fascinated that he didn't even have time to wipe the saliva hanging on the corners of his mouth and let it flow. As a result, there was a trace of silver thread hanging at the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were already wet.

If the confrontation between Ximen Xue and Nangong Yan makes everyone linger, then the duel between Zhao Ze and Beitang Zhen makes everyone full of expectations. This is a duel between two styles, a duel between strength and skill, and a duel between shooting and a dagger.