Chapter 57: King of the implements

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The high platforms on the performance martial arts field are usually the places where the general manager speaks. The open square field is a good place to compete.
The recruits were under the platform, watching the two on the stage.
Jiang Jiao has got his spear. He is tall and strong, and he was born with great heroism. It is probably the reason for learning martial arts from an early age. He looks different from other recruits and looks good. If he is with this person, he should be taught People are very at ease.
Opposite him is He Yan. Compared with him, He Yan is more like a young man who has not yet developed. He is short and thin, and his facial features are beautiful. After such a long period of training, it is impossible to get tanned all day long. Although the teenager was tanned a little bit, compared with the recruits around him, he was already very white. He is standing here like a recruit, like a young master in a big family, gentle and handsome.
Jiang Jiao raised his spear, "You first."
Quite considerate, He Yan smiled and said: "Then I'm welcome." She had a long gun in front of her, her eyes moved slightly, her body had already rushed forward.
Jiang Jiao changed his face and greeted him.
The two figures mixed in a hurry, only to hear the sound of "bang bang bang", and in a flash, it seemed that there had been more than a dozen moves, and the two stepped back together and looked at each other.
He Yan looked at each other with a smile that didn't change, Jiang Jiao looked at He Yan and couldn't hide his surprise.
As soon as he fought, he knew that He Yan could never be a first-time pike. The dozen tricks she played against herself were dangerous. He couldn't attack, and there was no way back.
Quite well!
He thought he had already overestimated He Yan, but he didn't expect it to be underestimated.
The recruits underneath didn't understand it. They just thought that He Yan and Jiang Jiao had stopped a few moves before they stopped. They weren't addicted to watching, and they were dissatisfied. They all said, "What happened just now? Who has the upper hand?"
"I took a sip and missed something? Did you see it?"
"No, I didn't see anything."
Under the stage of Yanwuchang, several coaches looked solemn and speechless for a while.
Du Mao looked at Liang Ping, and Liang Ping quickly waved his hand, "I don't know, don't ask me! He didn't show this hand when he practiced guns, I don't know!"
The recruits couldn't understand it, but the head coaches saw it clearly. He Yan played against Jiang Jiao, He Yan didn't lose, and even Xu Jia Jiang lighted down the enemy and was crushed by He Yan. Jiang Jiao's gunmanship is complex and variable, flexible like a snake. He Yan's gunmanship seems simple, but contains power, and can easily provoke Jiang Jiao's gunpoint.
"Liang Ping, you really received a good soldier." Some coach said sourly.
In Liang Ping's heart, he was half proud and half frightened, and this He Yan was hiding too deep. If Jiang Jiao didn't take the initiative to compare guns with He Yan, he would only feel that He Yan was quite talented in crossbows, and his gun skills were only good.
On stage, Jiang Jiao stared at He Yan and said, "Come again!"
He Yan nodded.
This time, Jiang Jiao first took the gun first and He Yan greeted him. The two spears glued together, and the red tassel fluttered in the wind. Jiang Jiao's gun was like a snake. Every time he attacked dangerously and urgently, he went straight to He Yan's face gate, but He Yan just turned his head slightly, and the gun edge rubbed her cheek and swept away.
Jiang Jiao began to take it seriously, and his marksmanship came as violently as a torrential rain. He shot one shot after another, trying to find He Yan’s flaws, but the magical thing was that the young man was dexterous, and every time he avoided danger, the long gun in his hand seemed to become With an indestructible shield, Jiang Jiao's spear was blocked and he could no longer get closer.
"Come on, hurry up! You can beat him only a little bit!" The recruits under the stage looked anxiously.
"Why does He Yan only defend and not attack, can she not shoot?"
As time passed, Jiang Jiao's gunfire could no longer support such an intensive attack. He stared at He Yan, wondering how the seemingly thin young boy could have such strength and endurance. He was not tired at all, but focused. . Concentration is scary.
In a trance, the long gun in Jiang Jiao's hand emptied. He felt a shock in his heart, and saw a smile from the boy on the opposite side. Jiang Jiao was too late to respond. The spear in He Yan's hand, the spear that had always been unattended, stabbed in front of him suddenly. He hurriedly transported the gun to stop it, but he was stabbed.
He Yan started to attack.
"The gun is the king of all weapons, and it is also defeated by the guns." The young man's voice was crisp, not big or small, and the forest was empty. When he spoke, there was an echo, which happened to spread throughout the entire Yanwuchang.
She was short, avoiding Jiang Jiao's gunfire, and from bottom to top, pierced Jiang Jiao's door with a tricky angle.
"Dropping the gun, so breaking the stick, and the left and right flower arrangement, so the card is boring." Teng Nuo, turned the gun head, and straight forward again.
"Broken sword, broken fork, broken shovel, broken double knives, broken short knives." The arm seemed to have endless strength, and was blocked and stepped forward. .
"Hook and slash, break the whip, break the marvel." She stepped forward again, and the gunshot was like a gust of wind and rain. Compared with Jiang Jiao's offensive against her just now, it was much more accurate and more accurate. She caught Jiang Jiao's straight. For every weakness, hitting a snake and hitting seven inches is fatal.
"The imaginary broken sword, broken halberd." Jiang Jiao had been forced to the edge of the platform of Yanwuchang. He was in a trance. He just felt that the young man in front of him was like a battlefield, and he was irresistible everywhere. He was forced to retreat incessantly, and he could not be defeated.
The spear pounced on the front door, Jiang Jiao hurriedly hind legs, suddenly, his footsteps slipped, he fell down, his ears sounded the exclamation of the recruits below the stage, Jiang Jiao realized that he had no way back .
Suddenly, he held him with one hand.
The spear was pointed on his forehead and he did not step forward. The young man looked thin and weak, but with great strength, he pulled him back onto the stage of the performance hall and withdrew his spear to his side.
The wind blew away, and the hot summer wind was swept away, leaving him with a cool face. The flag moved slightly in the wind, and the birds, beasts and insects sang in the forest.
The young man stood upright, his voice still crisp, and he did not see the tiredness and gasping under the rush, he did not succumb, and there was a sound of throwing, "The man can't see the real gun, so he is obsessed with the weapons. Children's play too."
Jiang Jiao stared at him staring blankly for a while, he said softly: "Have you ever read "Arm Record"?"
"Arm Records" records various marksmanship and knife methods. Jiang Jiao read it because their family was in Kaiwuguan. His grandfather, his father, his elder brother and he all had to read it. He had read it before, but he felt that what was said in the book was too exaggerated, and no one could really do it. Now he is here, and in this young man, he knew he was not good at learning.
The teenager tilted his head and looked at him with a smile on his face, saying, "I read it a little, understand it, understand it."