The high platform on the martial arts field is usually the place where the head coach speaks. The open square field is a good place for competition.
The recruits surrounded the high platform, watching the two people on the platform.
Jiang Jiao has already got his spear. He is tall and strong, and he was born very heroic. It is probably the reason why he practiced martial arts since he was a child. He looks different from other recruits, and his appearance is also good. If you are with this person, you should teach him. People are very at ease.
Opposite him is He Yan. Compared to him, He Yan is more like a young man who has not yet developed, with a short stature and a thin body, but with beautiful facial features. After training for such a long time, the sun is not good enough. Although this young man has been tanned a little, compared to the recruits around him, he is already very white. Standing here like this, he doesn't look like a recruit, like the young master of a big family, gentle, handsome and lovely.
Jiang Jiao raised his spear, "You go first."
Quite considerate, He Yan smiled and said: "Then I'll be welcome." She held the spear in front of her, her eyes moved slightly, and her body was already rushing forward.
Jiang Jiao's expression changed and he went up to meet him.
The two figures mingled into a ball in an instant, only to hear the sound of "bang bang bang bang", and in an instant, it seemed that they had already fought more than a dozen moves, and the two took a few steps back and looked at each other.
He Yan looked at the other party, his smile did not change, Jiang Jiao looked at He Yan, unable to hide his surprise.
As soon as they fought, he knew that He Yan could never be the first to practice spears. The dozen or so moves she fought against him were dangerous, and he could neither attack nor retreat.
Evenly matched!
He thought that he had already overestimated He Yan, but he didn't expect that he would still underestimate him.
The recruits below didn't understand, they just thought that He Yan and Jiang Jiao had stopped before they had a few moves. It was not enjoyable to watch, and they were a little dissatisfied, and they all said, "What happened just now? Who has the upper hand?"
"I just took a sip of water, what did I miss? Did you see it?"
"No, I didn't see anything."
Under the stage of the martial arts field, several instructors had solemn expressions and were speechless for a while.
Du Mao looked at Liang Ping, Liang Ping waved his hand quickly, "I don't know, don't ask me! He didn't show this hand when he usually practiced guns, I don't know!"
The recruits couldn't understand it, but the coaches could see it clearly. He Yan fought against Jiang Jiao, but He Yan didn't lose, and even though Jiang Jiao underestimated the enemy, He Yan pressed him on the head. Jiang Jiao's spear technique is complex and changeable, as flexible as a snake. He Yan's spear technique looks simple, but it contains strength, which can easily pick up Jiang Jiao's spear edge.
"Liang Ping, you really have a good soldier." The instructor said sourly.
Liang Ping was half proud and half scared, this He Yan was too deep. If Jiang Jiao didn't take the initiative to compare the spear with He Yan, he would only think that He Yan was quite talented in bow and crossbow, and his spear skills were only good.
On the stage, Jiang Jiao stared at He Yan and said, "Come again!"
He Yan nodded.
This time, Jiang Jiao took the gun and shot first, and He Yan went up to meet him. The two long spears were glued together, and the red tassels fluttered in the wind. Jiang Jiao's spear was like a snake. Every time he attacked, it was dangerous and urgent, and he went straight to He Yan's face.
Jiang Jiao started to get serious, his marksmanship was as violent as a sudden rainstorm, shot after shot, trying to find He Yan's flaws, but the magic was that the young man was dexterous. With an indestructible shield, Jiang Jiao's spear was blocked, and he couldn't get any closer.
"Hurry up, hurry up! It's only a short while before you can defeat him!" The recruits in the audience watched anxiously.
"Why does He Yan only defend but not attack, doesn't she know how to use spear?"
As time passed, Jiang Jiao's spear skills were no longer able to support such an intensive attack. He stared at He Yan, wondering how the seemingly thin young man could have such strength and endurance in his body. He was not tired at all, he could only concentrate . Focus is scary.
In a trance, the spear in Jiang Jiao's hand was empty, and he was shocked, only to see a smile on the opposite side of the boy. Jiang Jiao didn't have time to react, the spear in He Yan's hand, the spear that had been defending but not attacking, suddenly stabbed in front of him.
He Yan started to attack.
"The gun is the king of all weapons, and all weapons are used to defeat the gun." The young man's voice was clear, not too big, not too small, the mountains and forests were empty, and there was an echo when he spoke, which happened to be able to spread throughout the entire martial arts field.
She was short, avoided Jiang Jiao's spear point, and stabbed Jiang Jiao's face at a tricky angle from bottom to top.
"The lowering gun style is so broken, and the left and right flower arrangement style is so broken." He moved, turned the gun head, and rushed forward again.
"Breaking the sword, breaking the fork, breaking the shovel, breaking the double sword, breaking the short sword." The arm seemed to have infinite strength, and even when he was blocked, he stepped forward and stabbed Jiang Jiao left and right. .
"The hooking method breaks the whip, breaks the mace." She stepped forward again, and the spear was like a hurricane. Compared with Jiang Jiao's attack on her just now, it was no worse than Jiang Jiao's attack, and it was more accurate. Every weak point, hit a snake and hit seven inches, every inch is fatal.
"Break the sword, break the halberd." Jiang Jiao had been forced to the edge of the high platform of the martial arts field. He was in a trance. He only felt that the young man in front of him was like a horse galloping on the battlefield. He was forced to retreat step by step, ripped apart.
The spear rushed towards the door, Jiang Jiao hurriedly hind legs, suddenly, his footsteps slipped, he fell, and the exclamations of the recruits under the stage sounded in his ears, Jiang Jiao realized that he had no way to retreat. .
Suddenly, a hand grabbed him.
The spear was pointed on his forehead, and he did not go forward. The young man looked thin, but his strength was great, he pulled him back to the stage of the martial arts field, and retracted the spear to his side.
The wind was blowing, and the summer heat that had just blown was swept away, leaving only a cool face. The flag moved slightly with the wind, and the birds, beasts and insects chirped in the forest.
The young man stood upright, his voice was still clear, and he did not see the tiredness and gasping of the sudden attack. He did not rush or slow, and there was a thudding sound, "People do not see real spears, so they are fascinated by weapons. Once they have real spears, they see them as straight. Children's play."
Jiang Jiao stared at him blankly. After a while, he said softly, "Have you read "The Arm Record"?"
"Arms Records" records various marksmanship and swordsmanship. Jiang Jiao had read it because their family owned a martial arts hall. His grandfather, his father, his brother, and he all 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, in this young man, he knows that he is not good at learning.
The young man tilted his head to look at him, with a smile on his face, and said, "I have read a little, I understand a little, I understand a little."