After hearing this, everyone suddenly showed a sudden look of enlightenment. Nan Lihu first took off his clothes and exposed his chest covered with scars.

Seeing that those who went to fight were going to compete for fists and feet, Lu Bu smiled and began to look at the generals in the army. Although most of the generals in the army were mainly cavalry generals, they all rose from the bottom, and it would be good to fight fists and feet.

But when Lu Bu saw the Qiang tribe Nan Lihu's forcibly pretending, he narrowed his eyes and chuckled, shouting directly at the young general under the tent: "Yan Xing."

"The last one will be there."

Yan Xing, who had his hands clasped his fists and directly stepped out, showed an excited smile. Pang De showed his power just now, and now it was his turn.

Yan Xing, who has lived in Xiliang since childhood, also wildly took off his upper body's clothes and confronted the other party with his naked chest.

"Come!"

The other party roared, pounced on it like a wolf or a tiger. In the face of the opponent's attack, Yan Xing shouted loudly, and his arms were like pliers and they hugged each other tightly.

Drink~drink~

The lively voices in the commander's tent were endless, and the generals were even more excited and shouting. The Qiang generals on the other side also cheered up.

The fight between the fists, feet, waist and waist forces made the soldiers on both sides even more eye-opener and shouted excitedly.

Half an hour later, under Beigong Nan's relaxed face, Lu Bu also looked calmly, and the two of them stared at each other in a panting and embarrassed manner.

Nearly no one could do anything to each other. Seeing this scene, Beigong Nan turned his head toast Lu Bu and laughed: "Wen Hou, how about the two of them tied?"

Lu Bu also smiled and nodded. Yan Xing, the two contestants below, were a little aggrieved, but Nan Lihu, a warrior of the Qiang tribe, angrily clasped his opponent Yan Xing.

"I lost."

Nan Lihu!

The warriors on the Qiang tribe exclaimed one by one, while Nan Lihu snorted coldly, picked up the wolf skin that had just faded and handed it to Yan Xing.

"You are still young, the warrior of the Han people. In another three to five years, I will not be your opponent."

In response to Nan Lihu's concealment, Yan Xing directly sent the wolf skin he handed back to the other party, with a firm look on his face.

"There has never been a difference between old and weak on the battlefield."

In an instant, the generals under Lu Bu showed admiration for the Qiang warriors one by one. This is the temper that men in the army like.

"Tobas! Experience the warriors under the tent of the great man Wenhou."

This ingenious Qiang warrior had scars on his rough and dark cheeks, and his eyes were as calm as an eagle. He slowly took out a long sword.

After seeing the sword, Lu Bu immediately narrowed his eyes and laughed at Beigong Nan: "Good sword."

After saying that, Lu Bu shouted directly: "Zhao Yun."

At the end of the generals, the young Zhao Yun slowly stepped out, and under his clean clothes, he even held the sword in his palm and appeared in the eyes of the soldiers.

However, Dobas, opposite, looked at the sword in his hand with regret and sighed: "If you have a sword, take it out. If you and I both exchanged for an ordinary sword blade."

A sword blade with a cold light flashing in Dopas's palm slowly appeared, which shocked the generals. It was just a glance that it was a sword, which was the old strip of cloth wrapped around the hilt of the sword. It was impossible to see it.

When Zhao Yun saw the cold light of the sword, his face became solemn.

"Hehe, the leader of Beigong, this is Zhao Yun, my young general under my tent, who is under the gun prodigy. I believe you should know."

Lu Bu chuckled and shouted directly at Hu Cheer: "Give me the green light sword of Zilong to use it."

promise!
Chapter completed!