Do you have the strength to force me to join the Liangshan bandits?

Chapter 575 Wang Jing: Disarming a Blade Barehanded! [4 Updates, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

At the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, in the central command tent.

"There's something wrong with these three people."

Cai Fu unfolded the register, pointed to three names, and asked Bai Sheng:
"Has there been a separate investigation of the three of them?"

Bai Sheng quickly replied, "We investigated, but we couldn't find anything. We only know they're from Hebei..."

Because Cai Fu considered that many heroes of the martial arts world had criminal records, the registration process was not strictly regulated.

"If the water is too clear, there will be no fish." To put it bluntly, Cai Fu himself was a traitor, so how can he expect others to be like him?

However, after hearing Bai Sheng's information, Cai Fu determined that these three people had a problem, a big problem!
"No hero in the martial world is bad at making friends!"

Even Zong Ze, at his age, has made a friend, let alone these three who are in their prime.
Cai Fu tapped the register with his knuckles:
"The three of them not only don't make friends, they don't even communicate with others..."

"It's not that it's impossible, but people who don't make friends or communicate with others should stay in their guest rooms and not go out."

"These three people would go out for a walk every day, and they would stay out all day long!"
"I also love drinking at hotels, and I can stay there all day long!"
"They flock to wherever there's excitement... This is abnormal, extremely abnormal!"

Cai Fu picked up a brush and circled the names of the three people:
"Lian Xinlong, Jin Yan, Li Zhishan..."

"Bai Sheng, do you think they might not be spies sent by hostile forces?"

Bai Sheng said cautiously, "If they were a spy, they wouldn't choose someone with such an unusual appearance, would they?"

"Right!"

Cai Fu frowned and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Bai Sheng reminded him, "Your Majesty, what if they cause trouble during the preliminary selection?"

"Yes, but this will also be a test."

Seeing Bai Sheng looking completely bewildered, Cai Fu chuckled:
"Don't worry, don't forget that all my kids have signed up."

Bai Sheng suddenly realized: "Has the King already given instructions to the young prince?"

Cai Fu nodded with a smile: "I have already told them."

"Besides being competitors, they also step in to stabilize the situation in case of accidents."

Bai Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "That would be best, all four young princes are brave enough to fight ten thousand men!"
"Even if something unexpected happens, there won't be any more unexpected events..."

Just then, thunder suddenly roared outside:

"Boom, boom, boom!"

broken!

Cai Fu's heart sank, and he quickly got up and walked to the tent entrance to look outside:
Lightning and thunder, heavy rain is coming!
Since the date was set long ago and it wasn't easy to change it, I didn't expect the heavy rain to come so quickly.

If a torrential downpour were to begin, things could get unpredictable...

"Your Majesty!"

Du Xue and Lin Chong volunteered to join the fight.

"If anything unexpected happens while we're in the mountains, we can intervene immediately!"

"That's fine!"

Cai Fu's right eyelid twitched incessantly, prompting him to decisively suspend the primary election.
"You will lead the Big Sword Battalion up the mountain, find all the contestants, and terminate the preliminary selection!"

"Yes!"

Du Xue and Lin Chong immediately rushed out of the military tent and summoned the Big Sword Battalion to go up the mountain.

At the same time, a torrential rainstorm arrived:
"Hua Hua Hua..."

……

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, the giant with a bushy beard and red eyes, Lian Xinlong, who was originally slashing at Zong Baoguo, suddenly swung his broadsword backward!
With a crisp "crack!", the broadsword struck the iron spear, severing the spearhead!

The burly, thin man behind him was stunned. After serving as the instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards in Tokyo for over a decade and having spent several years wandering the martial world, this was the first time his spearhead had been severed!

"Wang Jing, let's go!"

Zong Baoguo urged the thin, burly man without hesitation:
This giant with a thick beard and red eyes possesses the courage of ten thousand men!
It's not just hype, it really exists!
Even he was no match for this giant with a thick beard and red eyes, let alone Wang Jing?
However, Wang Jing did not back down. Even if he wanted to, he could not, because the blade was already upon him, slashing towards his face!

What a quick knife!

Wang Jing's eyes lit up as the blade flashed. Without dodging or avoiding, he thrust the spear in his hand forward again!
Although he only had a bare gun barrel in his hand, Lian Xinlong dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

Based on Wang Jing's gun alone, Lian Xinlong could tell that he was also a man of unparalleled bravery!
"Whoosh whoosh-"

The storm raged on relentlessly, as if a hole had been torn open in the Milky Way, threatening to engulf the entire world!

Raindrops larger than soybeans pelted down on him, so hard that even Xinlong couldn't open his eyes!

Lian Xinlong calmly dodged, allowing the gun barrel to graz his chest at just the right moment!

The storm affected not only him, but also Wang Jing, until the flash of a blade made Wang Jing suddenly realize:

It turned out that while Lian Xinlong dodged, he gripped the hilt of his sword with one hand and swung it at him!

However, Wang Jing's vision was blurred by the torrential rain, and by the time he noticed, the blade was already right in front of him!
Without thinking twice, Wang Jing abandoned the gun, clapped his hands together, and performed a "clean-handed disarming" maneuver!
"Snapped!"

Wang Jing successfully caught Lian Xinlong's blade with both hands, but what he didn't expect was—

My hand slipped!
The torrential rain had already soaked his hands, and Lian Xinlong's blade was also wet!

As a result, although Wang Jing successfully "disarmed the blade with his bare hands", his hand slipped and the blade was once again aimed at his face!
Wang Jing's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to dodge, but it was too late...

"Pfft!"

The blade struck Wang Jing's face, but Wang Jing reacted extremely quickly, stepping sideways in the blink of an eye!
As luck would have it, the torrential rain had turned the ground into a muddy mess, and he slipped and fell as he took a step...

With a "whoosh," Wang Jing fell to the side, narrowly avoiding the decapitating blow!

However, the blade still managed to slash a large, bloody gash across his face!

From his forehead to his cheek, the wound was gaping open, looking extremely gruesome!

Although the strike didn't land squarely, Lian Xinlong used the momentum to push the blade forward!
"Pfft!"

The blade aimed at Wang Jing's heart pierced through his shoulder socket as he dodged!

Lian Xinlong fiercely plunged his fan-shaped dagger into the ground, pinning Wang Jing to the earth.
"You can be considered a master!"

Lian Xinlong grinned maliciously and said, "If I didn't have a mission to complete, I would definitely have a fair fight with you on the sunny training ground!"

Wang Jing felt utterly disheartened. He had been completely ruined by the torrential rain, and the problem was, he didn't have a second chance...

"Die!"

Lian Xinlong drew his broadsword, a cruel sneer on his lips, and swung it at Wang Jing once more!
Just then, something suddenly flew over and landed squarely on his face:
"Crack!"

Lian Xinlong's heart sank, and without thinking, he immediately used the "Lazy Donkey Roll" move!
Amidst the muddy ground, Lian Xinlong rolled two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) in one breath, wiping his face as he went.

After regaining his sight, Lian Xinlong got up and looked around, only to find that no one was chasing after him.

A chubby-faced boy was washing the mud off his hands with the rainwater, giving him a cold, sidelong glance.

A tiger-headed, gold-inlaid spear was stuck in the ground beside him, clearly indicating that the boy had no intention of ambushing him.

The chubby-faced boy washed the mud off his hands, pulled out his tiger-head gilded spear, and beckoned to him with his finger:

Come!
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