In the stands, the prince was stunned: "It's over? Win?" He could also look at the sand table, but he was not sophisticated, and Minghui was quick to move and speak quickly, and he was not good at fighting, so he naturally couldn't keep up with the rhythm, until the cheers of the young soldiers woke him up.

In any case, Bu Hua fell to the ground sweating profusely, but everyone could understand it. Yin Minghui won!

"Ha, what did the special envoy say just now? Let Yin Minghui consider two quarters of an hour before a debate, right?" The fourth prince sighed, "Is there two quarters of an hour now?"

"It won't last more than two quarters of an hour," although Prince Rui was not ignorant, but it did not prevent him from admiring talented people. "Or why do you say that a tiger father has no dog son? Some things are born. You say that he is only thirteen years old. How long can he learn? So, this Prince is just a lack of a capable father!" When he was young, he also had dreams. First, he was a martial arts hero who was invincible in the world like an old man in the mountains, and second, an invincible general who laughed like Yin Zhao.

The Fourth Prince: "..........." I don't want to talk anymore, I want to change my seat! Only Uncle Fu and Uncle Jing can tolerate this guy's weird ideas.

Everyone around: "......" If you don't have a father who is the prince, you will definitely be in a miserable life now!

King Fu ignored Prince Rui, who regretted that his father was not capable enough, and he was thinking: "No wonder the emperor deliberately asked someone to escort the Yin family's siblings into the palace. Do you think they were prepared? The emperor had known that Yin Minghui was familiar with military strategy? Or, he was talented?" Everyone thought that the emperor wanted to use these sisters to boost the morale of the army. In fact, they had already secretly visited Chen Cang, just to win the surprise at this moment?

"What do you mean is that the emperor has already decided to have the Usolan Special Envoy proposed a competition?" King Jing sneered, "You are thinking too much!"

King Fu took back the folding fan that had been shaking in his hand: "What do you think about the next martial arts competition?" Because Yin Minghui was a closed disciple of the old man in the mountain after all, they had always thought that the best result was that Yin Minghui could narrowly win one or two moves in the martial arts competition, and then the overall competition was a draw. Unexpectedly, Yin Minghui won easily in the martial arts process, which is the most unlikely victory. If he wins in the martial arts process again, is he going to heaven?

"Look at it first," King Jing smiled, "It seems that it has begun below."

Everyone turned their eyes to the school ground again. Na Buhua, who had drunk water and changed his clothes, stood there again, with a little bit of hostility on his body. If it could not be eliminated, at least Yin Minghui would be destroyed. Today's shame will be engraved in his memory for the rest of his life. His master Yamamotohashi Taro could not break the deadlock, but he easily solved the situation. Is it a coincidence? No matter what, whether it happens or geniuses, he must let this little bastard be broken on the school ground today!

Minghui is simple. He has to practice martial arts every day, so he likes to wear short-term exercises. Today, because he wants to enter the palace, he put on a brocade robe outside and a thin cotton short-term exercise uniform directly as a middle robe.

At this moment, he was going to compete. He walked to the side, took off his outer robe under the cover of a large wooden sign in the corner, and then put the brocade robe on the wooden sign, and ran back to the middle of the schoolyard neatly.

"Ahem," the emperor asked with a funny look: "Didn't this kid expect that there will be a competition today?"

Mingze shook his head helplessly: "When he needs to wear a robe when he goes out, he always wears a mid-clothing, saying that it is easy to take off and practice, so his short-dressing training clothes are made of cotton. The elder sister specially designed them to make them, which are loose and comfortable and suitable for practicing. If you put on an outer robe, you won't look bloated and strange."

The emperor nodded secretly, so the excellence of these two brothers is inseparable from the thoughtful and meticulous upbringing of their elder sister.

Off the field, Minghui, who was about to enter the field, was stopped by Shi Xin. Shi Xin wrapped a soft cowhide around Minghui's waist and whispered a few words. No one knew what he said, but only saw Minghui turn his head and look at Bu Hua on the field, nodded solemnly to Shi Xin, then Shi Xin patted his shoulder and left.

"No? Didn't you see that Bu Hua took a big knife?" Prince Rui started shouting again, "At least give Yin Minghui a sword. What's the use of that cowhide soft whip? It's not enough to cut a big knife." The old man Mid-mountain's Dragon Sword Technique ranked first in the Jianghu Sword Technique. Yin Minghui should be able to use a sword, right?

The fourth prince glanced at Prince Rui in disgust, making a noise!

The other half of the stands, because Minghui easily won a game, the empress dowager was also in a good mood: "Minghui uses a whip on weekdays?" Isn't it a loss to use a knife and Minghui uses a whip? At least it's better to get an iron whip.

Zhiruo shook his head: "I used it, but I don't use it often, and I use it more often, but he is mainly practicing boxing at present." In the words of the old man Banshan, Minghui has extraordinary understanding of the boxing technique. Banshan Zuiquan is simply tailor-made for him, so both the master and the apprentice are currently focusing on boxing techniques.

"Then why give him a whip instead of a sword?" The empress dowager felt even more strange and had to tie the whip to her body?

Zhiruo shook his head: "The little girl doesn't know," but she believed that Shi Xin must have a reason. They are brothers of the same school. Shi Xin has repeatedly pointed out Minghui's martial arts skills and is very familiar with Minghui's martial arts skills, skills, weaknesses and other things. She doesn't know anything else, at least she knows that Minghui is not as good as using a sword now as he is to be skillful and skillful as a fist.

After the queen mother asked, she also found it funny. Yin Zhiruo, a girl's house, doesn't know martial arts, so what's the use of asking her?

While talking, the off-field had already begun. Because of the first defeat, Bu Hua didn't talk so much this time, and he didn't have any grace. He just raised his machete when he came up...

"My mother!" Prince Rui exclaimed, "Is this man so angry? Is he so cruel? Is he a competition or a desperate effort?"

The fourth prince also sat upright. This time he did not dislike Prince Rui's noise. He also found that Bu Hua was full of hostility.

As the two people on the court became faster and faster, the atmosphere in the stands became tense. Pan Jiaming frowned and whispered a few words to Ertong, and Ertong quickly left.

Only a few people noticed that within a while, a few people quietly appeared in the four corners of the school grounds, staring at the center of the field from different angles, and moving their positions quietly as the situation in the center of the field changes.

There were already many young generals standing outside the red line watching the battle nervously, so if you didn’t pay much attention, it wouldn’t be particularly easy to notice those people.

Zhiruo happened to be one of the few people who noticed. She was worried that Minghui would be plotted against, so in addition to staring at the field, she would subconsciously look for the figures of Bu Hua's men, and also scan the surroundings. But she happened to see Ertong and several people walking out of the distant corner, and then the people quietly scattered in four corners of the school grounds.

Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, Pan Jiaming had the same concerns as her and began to make arrangements.

A warm current surged in his heart. Zhiruo subconsciously searched for Pan Jiaming's figure, and then he realized that at some point, he and Xiao Feng also changed places. From their perspective, they looked down from a high place. If Bu Hua was cheating, it would be easy to be discovered by them, and it would be relatively easier to take action, because there was no one to block Pan Jiaming's appearance of finding a good position to watch the battle with his privileges, and no one paid special attention to it. Therefore, the name of a gangster and a playboy is sometimes very useful.

The battle off the field became more and more intense. Bu Hua's moves were fierce and aggressive. Yin Minghui was light and erect and swift, and he defeated his hardness. At the beginning, some people felt that Minghui had been hiding passively. Later, they slowly discovered that he was so good at hiding every time. People who understand martial arts only listened to the sound of the sword wind and the friction between the big sword and the Mars stirred by the sand and stones on the ground and knew how much shock the Bu Hua had to bear. Shi Xin in the stands nodded slightly. The junior brother's Zuiquan skill was stronger than that of him and his second junior brother Qi Haotian.

After more than ten moves, seeing that Bu Hua became more and more irritable and his strength decreased, Minghui began to fight back.

He suddenly grabbed Na Bu Hua's right wrist like lightning and pulled it forward quickly. Before Na Bu Hua could react, he lost his balance and was knocked down. At that moment, Minghui bent his knees and pressed his wrist and grabbed the knife in his hand.

If the competition is really up to date, it will be over by this time.

Unexpectedly, before everyone could cheer, Bu Hua suddenly shrank when Minghui began to lift his strength, and broke away from Minghui's control. She swept her feet and raised the sky full of sand and dust. The sand and dust were like something stuck like a big cloth to wrap Minghui.

Fortunately, Minghui did not completely relax after receiving Shi Xin's warning. He responded quickly when the sand was raised. He pulled out the cowhide whip from his waist and waved it. The whip's shadow was as fast as a phantom. Soon, sand and dust fell like rain.

Before he could come back to his senses, Bu Hua flew another sandstorm. Minghui's whip had already wrapped around his raised right foot. He swung and waved it. Bu Hua was swung up and turned around for several times, and then fell to the ground with a "unsense" sound and could not get up.

The young soldiers around the school ground cheered like thunder, rushed up to surround Minghui, throwing him up again and again, catch him again, throwing him up again, catch him again...

The emperor stood up with a laugh: "Come here, I will send the Imperial Doctor to the inn to take care of the special envoy Nabuhua to the inn for treatment and rest. When the two countries fought, they would not kill the envoys. We should send them back healthily. Hahaha!"

Zhiruo's hands were finally relaxed at this moment. When the sand and dust flew up toward Minghui, her heart almost jumped out. Ninjutsu, although she didn't know which ninjutsu it belonged to, she knew that it must be ninjutsu. But at that moment, it was difficult for her or others to take action, and hidden weapons were definitely useless.

Furthermore, to be precise, Bu Hua's behavior is still in the competition, although it is more despicable.
Chapter completed!