Chapter 1929 Slap in the face

  Huainan Wang walked forward without haste and started talking to him.

  He was talking about the matter of escorting grain and grass last year. Chu Heng escaped Zheng Guogong's trap and safely delivered the grain to the barracks.

   King Huainan was also impressed by him because of this incident.

   Even after seeing Ye Hao, he learned that he and Chu Heng are related by marriage.

  He paid more attention to Ye Hao because of this.

  Facts did not disappoint him. This little brother Chu Heng is also an iron-blooded man, so he is suitable to stay on the battlefield.

  When Chu Heng arrived at the school grounds, there were already many officials and generals beside the school grounds.

  Looking at Chu Heng covetously.

  Hu Hua pushed aside the officials standing in front and walked to the front, looked at Chu Heng beside him, and asked someone to arrange a separate table and chair for King Huainan before he asked, "Lord Chu, please now?"

   "Wait for me to change my clothes."

  Chu Heng was still wearing court clothes with wide sleeves, which was definitely not suitable for martial arts competitions.

   Soon, Chu Heng changed into casual clothes and came over.

He was dressed in dark purple casual clothes. The black belt outlined his strong waist. The width was just right. His long hair was tied behind him and he wore sleeves on his wrists. A trace of majesty and coldness.

   "Who goes first?" Chu Heng casually picked a spear from the weapon rack.

  He was too calm and composed, walking on the school grounds, walking at a leisurely pace, with a pair of sculpted facial features, handsome and extraordinary.

  At this moment, Chu Heng was no longer gentle, but aggressive.

   Hu Hua felt a little uneasy.

   You can ride a tiger, but you won't lose without a fight.

   He waved his hand.

   Immediately, a general stood up.

   The two saluted first and then fought, and reported their names.

  Both of them were playing with long spears. Suddenly, there was a sound of swords and swords in the field, and everyone beside them was dazzled.

   Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

  Several generals were all excited because of Chu Heng's skill, and they wished to go up and compete with him in person.

   There are only a dozen tricks.

  The middle-aged general failed, put down his weapon in discouragement, and bowed his head to admit defeat: "I lost."

   "Lord Chu, I, Zhong Mian, request to leave the station."

  A young general jumped out, looking at him with fiery eyes.

  Chu Heng raised his hand, and the two started fighting again.

  Chu Heng's moves are decisive and sharp, without extra tricks.

  Compared with the opponent's obviously good-looking martial arts movements, the moves are murderous.

   This time, the young general lost before ten strokes had passed.

  Hu Hua looked at it, and secretly clenched his fists. He didn't expect Chu Heng to be so powerful, and it seemed that he had to use his trump card.

  He beckoned to the officer next to him, and then whispered something in his ear.

  The officer had hesitation in his eyes: "Master Hu, do you really want to let that one go?"

   "Of course, go, don't delay."

  Chu Heng never refuses anyone who comes.

  Generals have an impulsive temper and prefer competitions. With such a good opportunity, how can they refuse, and quickly take the initiative to compete.

   In just a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen people were tested.

  The civilian officials of the Ministry of War who were clamoring that Chu Heng could not do it and wanted to embarrass him, now had green faces, for fear of being called up by Chu Heng.

  They have never been on the battlefield, they only point out the country in the capital.

   Enjoying the glory and wealth, where does the strength come from to fight Chu Heng.

  Wine bags and rice bags, powerless to describe a very few military officials, there is no better image.

   After a wheel battle of twenty or thirty people.

  Even if Chu Heng has already used the fastest speed to deal with the opponent.

  (end of this chapter)