Chapter 296 Arena No. 7

He Lingchuan did not answer, but told his mother-in-law who had just come in with hot water: "Go and get her a hot dish and rice, and tell her that Young Master He wants it." After that, he nodded to Ah Jin, got up and left.

After he left, the soldiers on duty also rushed to He Chunhua's tent and reported the conversation between the two.

He Chunhua smiled after hearing this: "Isn't this kid a fool again?"

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It rained heavily for the next three days.

He Lingchuan couldn't sleep at night, so he simply got up and asked his guards to set up a larger and more spacious tent for him. The specifications are almost as high as those of state officials.

He was practicing swordsmanship in his tent.

"Fu Sheng"'s sword energy was too sharp. He Lingchuan didn't want to see leaks everywhere while sleeping, so he whittled himself a simple wooden knife and used it to practice "Wave Cut" every day besides eating.

Due to the limited space, he did not combine sword skills with body skills, but repeatedly chopped in one move after another. Occasionally, soldiers would pass by his tent and they would see Master He using the most basic footwork and performing the most basic knife moves.

But for He Lingchuan, ever since he jumped into the river and faced the waves, he had a sudden enlightenment on this sword technique. He now knew how to use the sword that he couldn't figure out before.

His body initially remembered this "feeling".

If it weren't for the fact that the Han River was already turbulent and insurmountable, he would have liked to jump in again and try again.

The sound of rain continued, covering up the faint sound of wind and thunder on the wooden knife.

The movement is sometimes loud and sometimes disappears.

When Shan Youjun passed by, he saw He Lingchuan slashing at the ground with an ordinary knife. They had already sheathed their knives, and there were just a few knife marks on the ground.

He noticed that the tip of the wooden knife did not touch the ground. However, the knife mark was neat and it penetrated an inch into the ground.

A few hours later, Shan Youjun came back, and the rain had lightened up. Young Master He stood at the door of the tent and yawned. When he saw him, he asked, "Do you know under what circumstances the water can be cut off by drawing a knife?"

Shan Youjun was very cooperative: "Can you please give me some advice?"

"It's now."

He Lingchuan suddenly drew his sword.

The seven drops of rain falling from the sky, whether they were close to the ground or just about to fall on Shan Youjun's forehead, suddenly turned into fourteen drops.

They are all cut in the middle.

Shan Youjun felt that Yintang Shang was cold twice in a row.

Looking at the He Lingchuan blade, it is dry and smooth, and does not stick to water or dew.

He struck it hard with his sword.

"Master, this is very dangerous!" When He Lingchuan drew his sword, Shan Youjun felt numb in Yintang, and a slight chill went straight to the back of his head.

He knew very well that although the wooden sword did not touch him, if the blow just now was intended to kill him, he would probably have fallen to the ground.

"So happy, so happy!" He Lingchuan pursed his lips and roared, his whole body translucent.

The results of this enlightenment were considered to be solidified. He threw the wooden knife aside and shook his neck, and suddenly there was a continuous clicking sound.

Only then did he realize that he had been practicing hard and had not slept a wink for two days and two nights. Physical and mental exhaustion came overwhelmingly, trying to knock him down.

"I have to get some sleep." He told Shan Youjun, "Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."

After that, he walked to the bed, fell down and fell asleep.

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Why was there so much noise in the dream?

He Lingchuan rubbed his eyes and found that he seemed to be standing in a military camp again, surrounded by tough men.

Shouted, clapped, or booed.

He looked around.

Um? Yuewutang?

How come he was standing next to Panlong City's largest competition arena as soon as he fell asleep?

He Lingchuan turned around and found Sun Fuling standing beside him, looking up at Lei.

Before he could speak, he was patted on the back. The thin man's voice was almost drowned out by the noise around him: "Broken Blade, are you ready to place your bet?"

"Which bet to place?" He Lingchuan turned around after asking and saw Hu Min standing next to the thin man, "Hey, why are you here?"

"I have nothing to do to play a few games. I want to see if there are any surprises here." Hu Min pointed at the thin man and said, "I just placed a bet on him."

"Which table to bet on?"

"Which one else?" The thin man pointed south, "On the seventh stage, Wild Boar vs. Mengshan!"

He Lingchuan was startled and turned around to look. Sure enough, he saw two strong men standing on the ring. One of them was the familiar face Meng Shan.

Meng Shan who beat him alive in the previous dreams.

This time Mengshan's opponent is also a muscular man over eight feet tall with a muscular face.

From their size to the ferocity of their faces, the two were about the same.

And the No. 7 arena is located at the southernmost end of the Yuewu Hall, half of which hangs over the middle of the street. The civilians in Panlong City can watch the competition just by standing on the street.

Therefore, the battle that takes place in this arena is highly entertaining and attracts the most attention.

Now, the middle of the street is packed with spectators. Both men and women are eagerly waiting. Some people even dare to stand on the iron railings at the edge of the ring to watch.

The boring daily life of the city residents needs a fierce fight and blood splashing all over the screen to spice things up.

He Lingchuan asked the thin man: "Who has the higher odds?"

"Of course it's a wild boar." The thin man pointed at the strong man on the stage. This man had a fat face, big ears, and a gold-covered chin. The nickname was indeed deserved, "Meng Shan is the victorious general of the South Campus of Yuewu Hall. I only lost once when I went to the North Campus.”

"Then what's there to bet on in this game?" He Lingchuan was disappointed. "Everyone wants Mengshan to win."

"Not necessarily, I bought a wild boar and won." Hu Min chuckled, "This guy looks like he has a lot of potential. Besides, if he wins, he will use his small gain to make a big gain."

Sun Fuling beside her also smiled and said: "I also bought a wild boar."

"You are a teacher, a hard-working gardener..." Is it appropriate to gamble so openly?

Sun Fuling frowned slightly: "What gardener? I don't weed!"

He Lingchuan turned around and said to the thin man, "Okay, I also bet on the wild boar to win, half a tael of silver."

"Tsk!" The thin man spit at him, "Stingy."

He carried a huge leather bag on his back, filled with loose change. Obviously, there were surprisingly many people betting today, and even civilians outside the field joined in.

Then the rapid drum beats sounded.

This is the preparation drum.

As soon as the drum stopped, the two strong men collided like bulls.

The two civilians standing on the fence were instantly shaken down by the aftermath of the collision, and the surrounding audience cheered.

Meng Shan's usual opponents would adopt a guerrilla strategy, but after the wild boar came on the field, he directly started to fight him head-on, and the fight was so fierce.

The audience was very satisfied and often applauded.

After a few rounds, He Lingchuan saw that the wild boar was good at wrestling. Twice, it held Meng Shan and smashed him from behind. Even Meng Shan, who was thick-skinned and tough, couldn't stand it. He lay on the ground and took several breaths before getting up.

The name of the wild boar was misleading. He Lingchuan heard someone around him say angrily: "Shouldn't the pig be pushed? He should be called a wild bear."

This person probably bet on Meng Shan to win.

However, Meng Shan learned his lesson after suffering two losses. Whenever he was caught, he locked the opponent's joints to prevent the wild boar from using his special skills.

Hu Min clasped his hands into a trumpet and shouted: "Lock it back, lock it back! Oh, so stupid, one step slower!"

Amid the cheers of thousands of people, He Lingchuan happened to hear Sun Fuling sigh: "It's over, the wild boar is going to lose."

Sure enough, after Meng Shan locked the wild boar, he suddenly smashed the opponent's forehead with a head club.

The dull sound made He Lingchuan's back teeth ache.

It seems that Meng Shan is still more stubborn. The opponent was hit so hard that he saw stars and his hands loosened.

Meng Shan stood firm, stomped on the opponent's instep with one foot, and hit the diaphragm between the wild boar's chest and abdomen with another punch!

The wild boar was hit so hard that it couldn't breathe.

In the blink of an eye, he was hit three times.

Although he came to his senses later and tried to fight back, the outcome was already determined.

The two fought for more than fifty breaths, and the wild boar finally fell down. The whole head was swollen from the beating, which was very similar to the nickname.

Several soldiers from the military review hall climbed onto the ring and carried the wild boar down for treatment. Meng Shan wiped the blood from his nose, patted his chest, and roared to the people around him:

"Who else?"

The roar was so loud that even the warm applause could not cover it.

"My half a tael of silver." He Lingchuan was glad that he didn't throw more, just to meet the occasion. He asked Sun Fuling, "How much did you lose?"

Sun Fuling sighed: "Three taels."

"Wow, you bet so much?" Three taels of silver was enough for him and Hu Min to have more than a dozen drinks at Shuanghe Restaurant.

"Take a gamble, and the linen will become silk." Sun Fuling's voice sounded depressed, "I just saw that the odds were high. If the wild boar wins, I won't have to worry about food for the next six months."

He Lingchuan immediately looked at her with new eyes. He always thought that Sun Fuling was pure and unselfish, but he didn't know that this neighbor who didn't care about worldly things had a hidden gambling habit.

This seemed to be a bit like her brother Sun Jiayuan.

She said again: "In just one go, two years' worth of firewood and firewood is gone." It wouldn't cost so much money to burn firewood and charcoal for two years.

Hu Min watched others exchange money with the thin man, and said, "It's a loss, it's just a loss, you should just follow the crowd."

He Lingchuan looked at Meng Shan on the stage, feeling a little puzzled: "There are many good players in the North Court of the Military Review Hall, why don't you go up and challenge him?"

"Meng Shan has just been in the North Court not long ago, but he is a strong newcomer. Ordinary Dafeng soldiers can't beat him. If the leaders go up, it may not be glorious if they win, and it will be even more embarrassing if they lose."

To be honest, Meng Shan's performance in the Yanliang River Valley was obvious to all. At that time, the two armies were fighting, and many Dafeng soldiers had fought with him, and they knew that they would not be able to get good in front of this human-shaped violent rhino.

What's more, the rules of the Military Review Hall are generally favorable to these power players.

Hu Min smiled and said, "As for the generals like Commander Xiao, they can't fight with the soldiers in the No. 7 ring."

"Why?"

"It's unfair. Not to mention that the generals' fighting skills are more refined, it's very stressful for the soldiers to fight their immediate superiors in public." Hu Min shrugged, "If you let me fight with Xiao in the No. 7 ring, I'm a little scared."

Soldiers always listen to the orders of the generals, and the latter's majesty is deeply rooted in their hearts. Once they stand on the public ring, this psychological pressure becomes an advantage, which will affect their performance to some extent.

However, at this time, some people still couldn't resist the excitement and jumped onto the ring to challenge Meng Shan.