Peerless Pirates

After breakfast, Song Zheng was not in a hurry to go to the training ground. Instead, he sat there, meditating on Chunyang's secret formula, closing his eyes and resting his mind. Ming'er was a little anxious. She knew that Song Zheng had made a lot of preparations for the competition and was focused on it.

Want to win the championship

. But now Song Zheng was like an old monk in trance, not in a hurry at all. She quickly urged Song Zheng, who opened his eyes and smiled, "Why are you worried? Well, you might as well go there!" She said, facing

Ming'er whispered.

Ming'er was startled at first, then laughed, "You are so bad!" After that, Ming'er ran out.

Li Hongniang was curious beside her, "You brat, why are you so bad?"

"If sister kisses me, I might tell you!"

"Begging for a beating!" Li Hongniang stepped forward and waved her hand to slap him down.

Song Zheng did not dodge, looking as if he was enjoying the attack.

Li Hongniang snorted, but when her palm was half a foot away from Song Zheng, she stopped, "You did a great job last night, I will spare you this time. If you talk uncontrollably next time, I will tear you apart."

Mouth!" Li Hongniang found a reason for herself.

Would she really tear Song Zheng's mouth apart? Li Hongniang didn't know for sure. It seemed that this boy had teased her several times, but she didn't do anything to him.

Song Zheng raised his head and sniffed, as if he was intoxicated by the fragrance.

Li Hongniang couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a hard blow on the head!

"You won't change your character! Humph!" After saying that, Li Hongniang walked out. The situation last night was critical, with heavy casualties, and she still had a lot of things to do. For example, persuading the Wanyan brothers and sisters and Zhang Zong to stay in the house.

Here, don't disturb Song Zheng.

As time went by, the sound of the training ground was faintly heard, and there was a roar of people. Song Zheng looked at the time and murmured, "It's almost time, it's time to go." After that, he slowly walked out the door.

On the training ground, Qizhou and Weizhou have already begun. Under the leadership of Yang Dong and Xin Yu, the Qizhou team has already gained the upper hand. Luan Wei stood on the side of the Qingzhou team, but his mind was not on the field. He kept

Looking at the team at the Mizhou Martial Arts Academy, Song Zheng was nowhere to be seen. The Mizhou team members were all whispering to each other, looking like they had no backbone.

Luan Yue was wondering, could it be that Song Xiaolang was killed last night? It seemed almost the same after thinking about it. Mu Yu and three men in black teamed up to deal with Song Zheng and they would definitely be able to win. Besides, the men in black also had crossbows.

, even if that wise old man helped Song Zheng, he would not be able to escape. I just don’t know what this kid was thinking, and he actually let his accomplice pretend to be Wanyan Yusheng. Isn’t that asking for death?

Last night, Luan Yan was a little unpredictable after returning home. However, he had already made up his mind. If Song Zheng showed up in today's competition, he would let Xing Ba and others join forces to beat him to death. At the very least, he would be beaten to death.

Hemiplegia,

Let him know the consequences of being a "traitor". For this reason, early this morning, Luan Huan specially arranged some tactics, and arranged for five swordsmen and five gunmen to swarm Song Zheng, euphemistically calling it "capturing the thief"

Capture the king first!"

When Luan Huan was thinking, she saw a person dressed as a maid running over in a hurry, with a sad look on her face. She came to Yang Tong and whispered something. Yang Tong's eyes widened at first, and then his face became gloomy.

Come down.

Song Zheng died last night? Luan Huan was shocked and felt a little disappointed. It was also a pity that Song Xiaolang was young and had extraordinary martial arts. She admired him very much. Otherwise, when he first entered the martial arts academy, Qingzhou and Mizhou clashed.

, and would not let him go. He was only fourteen years old. Perhaps he went astray for a moment and committed the "traitor" behavior.

Luan Zhen, who judged that Song Zheng might be dead, felt her spirits waned.

The game on the field was over. The Qizhou team gave full play to the strength of the No. 1 team and finally planted the team flag on the Weizhou team's home point.

Hearing the hundreds of households on the field shouting, "Qingzhou team, Michigan team, come on!" Luan Wei still didn't see Song Zheng's figure and couldn't help but shook his head. At this time, Qingzhou team general Wu Dingkun ran over and said, "Luan Xiu , the opponent is about to come, do you think our tactics are...?"

Luan Yue said with some frustration, "You can figure it out yourself."

Wu Dingkun was overjoyed. In the last game, the Qingzhou team charged with twenty-five shield men and overwhelmed the Xuzhou team at once. The opponent had no power to fight back. Although the tactics were simple, they were extremely effective. There was almost no need for anyone to direct them, and they saved themselves. It took a lot of effort. Now that Song Xiaolang of the Mizhou team didn't come, they used shield tactics to knock all the uneasy Mizhou players out of the field and charge to decide the outcome.

Wu Dingkun led the team to the court. The Michigan players did not wait for Song Zheng, but Yang Tong had a sullen face and arranged for a substitute to come on, with Lu Hong as the substitute.

Lu Hong, who had become an "official", stared at him, "Brother Yang, if Song Xiaolang doesn't come, how can we win this game?"

Yang Tong whispered softly in his ear, "Don't lose your composure. You may have to look sad for a while. Take your team members to prepare slowly off the court. Don't rush to play." After that, Yang Tong said loudly, "Just follow the tactics we discussed yesterday! Everyone works together and we must fight well!"

Want to act again? Lu Hong felt happy in his heart, but his face was very serious. This guy also has some talent.

The Michigan team came to the field listlessly, and Lu Hong stepped out to guess the side with Wu Dingkun. As a result, Lu Hong was lucky this time and guessed the north side of the upwind position.

Wu Dingkun was extremely confident in the Qingzhou team and did not care about the leeward position. He ordered the players to prepare quickly and stood on the field early. The formation was the same as last time, with fifteen shield players in the front row and five shield players in the second row. With five spearmen in the third row, Wu Dingkun stood at the end holding the flag. The team was so neat and morale so high that the audience secretly gave them thumbs up.

Just as the Michigan team members were slowly preparing at the north end of the field, a figure jumped out from the crowd of onlookers, and even the soldiers maintaining order could not stop it. When Luan Huan caught a glimpse of the figure, her expression changed immediately. It was not Song Zheng again. Who is it?

It turned out that after Song Zheng wandered out of the stronghold, he circled half a circle, emerged from the woods behind the audience, and entered the crowd. When he saw that the Qingzhou team had supported the team and came on stage early, he jumped out very quickly.

As long as you are on the court, you are not allowed to leave. This is clearly stipulated in the regulations. Otherwise, there will be chaos on the court? Song Zheng accurately calculated this and let Luan Hui's tactics against him fail.

"Who is coming?" Baihu, who was hosting the competition, asked sharply.

"Song Zheng, I am a general of the Mizhou team. I came a little late due to important matters. Please forgive me!" The young man was polite.

"General?" Mr. Baihu looked at the young man in front of him. Yes, he was the general of the Michigan team in the last game. When he guessed the side, he thought that the young man of the Michigan team had changed. But three years ago Dabi, there has never been a situation where the official card is too late!

At this time, Wei Datong, another coach of the Qingzhou team, shouted outside the court, "The regulations stipulate that each team guesses the side before going on the field. Since this person is late, he cannot play!"

Song Zheng glared at him, and Wei Datong shivered in fright. His bones were still hurting after being beaten by Song Zheng, so he subconsciously moved a step closer to Luan Huan.

Song Zheng then smiled and said, "Master Baihu, is there any provision in the regulations that you cannot change the general after guessing?"

"That's not true, but..." Baihu was still hesitating, but Xin Qiji, who was on the general stage from behind, said, "If this doesn't happen next time, go ahead!"

"Thank you, Mr. Xin, thank you Mr. Baihu." This guy was so polite and considerate that even Baihu, who was always harsh, had a good impression of him.

When the Michigan team members saw Song Zheng arriving, they immediately became energetic. However, Song Zheng changed his official appearance and said with a cold face, "You bastards! If I don't come, you will be like eggplants beaten by frost. Fuck you now."

Show some energy!"

Everyone trembled in fear and quickly raised their chests and heads.

Xin Qiji nodded repeatedly on the stage, and his son Xin Yu was full of praise for Song Xiaolang, which indeed made sense. Song Xiaolang performed well in the previous game, and now that he is leading troops, he is well versed in the way of a general.

Xin Qiji was both talented in both literature and martial arts. He was not only a great poet, but also a general with extraordinary force. His son Xin Yu was also a general and had good literary talents.

Needless to say, he was a famous scholar and literary talent; in terms of military force, Xin Yu also felt inferior. This is a bit strange. How could Song Jue, a great scholar of the generation, teach a son who could be a general?

It was precisely because of his curiosity about Song Zheng and the fact that Song Zheng took advantage of the loopholes in the regulations and did so reasonably that Xin Qiji decided to let Song Zheng come on board.

However, what surprised Xin Qiji was that Song Zheng did not send a single shield soldier, but ten archers, ten stickmen, and eight spearmen appeared on the field.

There were three people off the field still preparing, which aroused Xin Qiji's interest.

One is that the general Song Zheng, who was supposed to hold the flag, also chose a wooden stick. Generally speaking, generals who hold the flag do not choose weapons. This is not not allowed, but because the flagpole is relatively heavy and the general will not choose a weapon.

He didn't have the energy to use weapons anymore, but Song Zheng chose to use them instead.

The second is that the other two people both chose sticks, but gave the stick to one person to use.

The third thing is that Song Zheng actually pulled out his dagger, dug two holes two-thirds of the way through the two sticks, and stuffed the two sections of wooden sticks cut off from the two spearmen into them, creating a strange figure.

After that, Song Zheng also tied this strange thing to the feet of a team member. When the man stood up, the audience realized that this was not stilts?

Mr. Baihu was confused again. He went through the regulations in his mind, but he did not expect that Song Zheng and others violated the regulations. During competitions, wooden weapons were often damaged, and contestants often fought with half-length knives or guns.

, I have never seen such a situation where a self-destructing weapon is used as a stilt.

"He came on the court with a sharp blade and had evil intentions!" Wei Datong shouted again. Luan Yu next to him slapped him, and Wei Datong suddenly realized. It was too early, and they were still preparing off the court.

Baihu also wanted to remind him, but he saw Song Zheng throwing the fish intestine sword to a substitute player behind him, and then went on the field with "Gao Qiaoshou". Another player who didn't even have a stick also came up.

Come and fight the flag for Song Zheng: This person is naturally the miserable Lu Hong.