Chapter 113 Single Wind Earing

Ryan quickly set up a table by the fire. The two chairs, food and wine were already ready. Just bring them up directly. When Li sat down, the hot food was already in front of him.

So Li drank red wine and watched the battle in the hall while eating hot steak. At this time, the melee has just entered the white-hot level.

"Lane, what do you think of these people?"

"They are all strong young men. They all look rough and thick, and they seem to be very durable."

"That's good. Skills can be taught slowly. Well, the steak tastes good. Try it.

After a meal, the melee of more than 20 people also came to an end, and there were only three people standing on the field.

White Knight Lancelot and Black Knight Virgil were standing face to face with panting. The two stared at each other fiercely, accumulating strength while expecting the other party to make a mistake so that they could be knocked down by their own punch.

There was also a hot woman, wearing exposed leather armor, standing far away in the corner. At the beginning of the battle, she hid aside. Obviously, she did not want to join this inexplicable battle.

"How long do they want to look at each other like this? I've finished my dinner," Lee said to Ryan, "Go and knock those two guys down. We have to find Martin and the Pope."

Ryan wiped his mouth, picked up the roaring sword and walked into the scene. She did not draw her sword, but took the scabbard to knock on the knight's head. Lancelot and Virgil were putting all their energy on each other at this time. They were completely unprepared for the sudden sneak attack. They snapped twice, and the two were knocked like this. He fainted and fell to the ground.

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The next day, when Lancelot woke up, he only felt a splitting headache. He touched the back of his head, where there was a swollen bag. The young white knight frowned and tried to recall what happened yesterday. It seemed that it was dinner time, a chaotic fight, and he happily put the northern hometown of Thor. The baro beat him into a pig's head. On the way, he beat a few fools who didn't open his eyes to trouble him. Finally, he met Virgil as he wished. Unfortunately, both sides had no strength at that time. Did they win? The White Knight gently rubbed the lump on his head, as if he had been attacked from behind in the end.

While cursing and sneaking on his bastard from the bottom of his heart, Lancelot got up from **. There was breakfast on the table. It was beef stewed mashed potatoes. The breakfast had been cold for a long time. After the mashed potatoes were cold, it was frozen like potato bricks. Lancelot grinned and decided to deal with the potato brick after washing up.

He wiped his face with snow on the window sill. After gargling his mouth, Lancelot sat down at the table with a solemn face and began to beat potato bricks with knives and forks. He did this just because he was bored. He wanted to see how hard the mashed potatoes was. Lancelot didn't want to eat such brick-like food. After a while, the White Knight noticed a note on the table.

There is a short note asking everyone to gather at the restaurant at noon today.

Lancelot looked at the note and couldn't help but be excited. Finally, since these soldiers came to Van Segang, the Holy See has set up a large yard for these people to raise these people, and did not specifically ask these people to do anything or restrain their actions. The only requirements are these. Soldiers should not go out of the city in the end, so as not to find anyone in an emergency, and they must go back to their room to sleep at night.

After that, there were more and more people. In the end, 20 people gathered. After greeting each other, they found that most of the people who could enter this room were famous. It can be said that the strongest young soldiers in the world of the Holy See gathered in this yard.

What does the Holy See want to do when it suddenly summons so many young good men? This question exists in the hearts of twenty young soldiers. Only Lancelot has more or less received some information because of his special position. He knows the purpose of this special call. Now, he is more and more sure.

The messenger is finally going to choose the warrior.

So how will the envoy choose warriors? All the young strong people are concentrated here. In this way, it seems that there may be a battle, so it is very important to maintain a good physical condition and abundant physical strength. Lancelot looked at the hard potato bricks on the plate fiercely. Now even if he doesn't want to eat these hard potato bricks, he must take it. They chewed it and swallowed it.

It was so easy to wait until noon that Lancelot came to the hall. The first sentence he heard was, "Hold up quickly and stand in two rows. Can't you line up? And you, you're late!"

Lancelot pointed to himself. He wanted to argue about something, but the more beautiful man didn't give him a chance.

"No more nonsense, get into the queue and stand in your position. Well, now I want to tell you that from today on, I will become your instructor. You can call me Leader Li, or Lord Li, or Tutor, Officer, how to make you happy, but one thing, I'll arrange it. You must complete the task. If you don't complete it, he will regret it.

"Who is this stupid bird?" Thor took out his ear and asked loudly, "As soon as I came, I asked us to line up. I thought there was something wrong. It turned out that he regarded us as soldiers, but I even lined up. It's so fucking stupid. Now he is still talking about becoming my mentor. Who knows who this guy is? How dare you say that you want to be my master Thor's mentor. Bah, do you deserve this little white face?"

"Tol, out."

Thor came out carelessly. As he walked, he pulled off his coat, revealing his proud chest muscles. Thor rubbed his chest hair and shouted, "How to find it? Call me out. I'm out. What do you want?" Want to fight, right? Hit, hit here, hit my chest, if I frown, it will be your grandson. Can you be moved by your thin arms and legs? Don't accidentally take your own?

Li didn't say much. He took two steps and came to Thor, but he was ready to attack. His left hand behind him was four fingers together, his thumb was clasped on the inside of his palm, and his palm was slightly arched. The hand shape looked like a child's hand playing games and patting foreign paintings. In the blink of an eye, Li suddenly started, and he twisted his waist first. Shake his shoulders, his shoulders drive his arms, and then his elbows. The whole arm was thrown out like a whip. In the blink of an eye, he held the wind with one hand and patted Thor's ear, but he suddenly closed his strength, just gently pressed on Thor's ear, just a touch, and turned around and walked back to the crowd. .

Thor was shocked by Li's sudden action at first. At that moment, Li was too fast. It was not until Li stopped that he reacted, but he felt that there was no pain on his face, as if the other party just punched very hard, but he felt like a light wind. I don't feel anything.

I just wanted to laugh at the powerless fist of the little white face, but I suddenly heard a buzz. I only felt that the ear touched by the man was hot. A stream of red blood soared out of his ear. In an instant, Thor only felt that his legs were weak and spinning. There was blood in one of his ears, and he seemed to be drunk. He swayed twice and fell to the ground. After falling down, the man from the north was still saying, "You people are not kind. Why don't you keep your word when you hit your chest?"

Li ignored him and glanced at the remaining 19 people. Everyone's faces were tense and their eyes were full of horror.

Li nodded with satisfaction and said, "The Holy See has come to you here to participate in a training, among which the excellent ones will have the opportunity to join the Knights Templar. So from now on, you are soldiers, and I am your officer. First of all, let's talk about the rules. When you speak and speak with me, you must abide by the rules. Don't be casual. There should be the appearance of superiors and subordinates between superiors and subordinates. It doesn't matter if you don't respect me in your heart. I don't need your respect. It doesn't matter if you scold me and curse me in my heart, because I don't care what you think at all. But you must respect it on the surface. This is the rule of the legion, unruly people," Li pointed to Thor, who could not stand on the ground, and said, "It will be like him."

At this time, a person in the team suddenly asked, "Shir, what's wrong with him?"

This is a question in the hearts of all the people present. Just now, they only saw Li Yang raise his hand. It was really fast. If they didn't pay attention, they would only feel that something flashed, but this person's action was not heavy? I didn't even hear much sound. It seemed that it was just like raising his hand and gently pressing Thor's ear. Then the man's ears from the north began to spray blood like a fountain. His whole body seemed to be drunk and fell down so easily.

How on earth did he do it? What on earth did he do to Thor? The people present are all excellent martial artists who have experienced the battlefield. They have experienced arduous and cruel battles, but they have never seen such a strange fight.

"There are no rules. Remember, if you want to speak, then raise your hand before speaking, and shout 'Reporter, ask for a speech.' You can't speak until you ask for permission. The question I just asked, let's do it again.

Lancelot almost lost his anger and crooked his nose. He was the one who just asked the question. It was because he had a good relationship with Thor. It was just because he beat the northern barbarian yesterday. After the match, he naturally knew Thor's strength. The Yankee looked stupid and liked to show his chest muscles when he had nothing to do. But the fight is very fierce. In Lancelot, if the two fight with their bare hands in a fair environment, they will probably not be the opponent of this barbarian. Yesterday, he also took advantage of the melee to beat Thor. If he changed the occasion at another time, I'm afraid he would be miserable.

But such a strong man recognized by himself was so easily pressed by that instructor and fell down with blood. How could Lancelot keep calm?