I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

"Have you seen it carefully? Does it feel a bit similar, but actually not?" Yuan Feng asked back.

Feng Shaotian nodded repeatedly: "At a glance, that boxing technique is a bit like my Tongtian Fist, but upon closer inspection, it is much simpler and does not have the essence of my Tongtian Fist."

"That's right. This is the boxing style I adapted. I discarded the complex and profound essence of Tong Tian Quan and only kept the most easy-to-learn routines. The power of this boxing style is naturally greatly reduced, but it is suitable for ordinary warriors without any cultivation. It is completely enough to strengthen the body."

"You adapted it?" Feng Shaotian looked at the nameless team member practicing martial arts again and couldn't help clapping his hands. "Good, good adaptation. I have always felt that my family's boxing is too profound and not suitable for learning. Your adaptation is suitable for soldiers in the army to learn."

Receiving the sincere praise, Yuan Feng couldn't help but smile brightly: "I made this adaptation because I was afraid of leaking the secrets of your boxing. It's a pleasant surprise to be recognized by Brother Feng."

"Brother, you can come here and be my coach. I will teach you this modified Tong Tian Quan."

"what?"

Yuan Feng didn't react in time. Feng Shaotian's sudden seriousness caught him off guard.

"Being a coach? Isn't that inappropriate?"

"Why not? Brother, you are also a master of martial arts, and you have the wisdom to adapt the boxing style and simplify the Tong Tian Fist. I am in the army now and I need such fighting skills. With your ability, you are fully worthy of being the coach."

Being flattered, Yuan Feng was not polite: "I'm not talking about incompetence, but incompetence at the right time."

"time?"

"The main reason is that I don't have time. The herbs in the field have grown and someone needs to take care of them. I can't leave."

If he could leave, Yuan Feng would not be willing to be a coach.

Training five guards is tiring enough. If he is asked to train tens of thousands of soldiers, he will probably be exhausted.

"Isn't it just some herbs? How long does it take? Can't I call some farmhands to help you look after it? Your adaptation of the Tong Tian Quan is really good. With you as the instructor, the combat effectiveness of my army can be improved to a higher level."

"No, I don't have time."

"Brother, please come to my place and be my coach. I will give you a generous salary and let you arrange all the training. No one else will interfere."

"Of course I know Brother Feng's sincerity, but I really can't get away. Otherwise, you can go talk to my teammates. They have already practiced the modified Tong Tian Quan to perfection and are fully capable of being a master."

Yuan Feng pushed the blame onto the team members, but his actual purpose was to hope that Feng Shaotian would give up on his own initiative.

After all, the five team members are still children. The oldest, Xiaorou, is only twelve years old and a girl. Feng Shaotian cannot be so stupid as to let a few children serve as instructors for his army.

However, Feng Shaotian's next sentence almost shut down Yuan Feng's CPU.

"It's ok to let them be the coaches. Can I try their skills?"

“Try…try?”

No? Are you serious?

Do you really want to hire some little kids who haven’t even grown all their hair yet to be your coaches?

"They are as skilled as you said. It's okay to give it a try, right?"

These words immediately stopped Yuan Feng.

"Then... try?"

"Brother, good luck! Renqing, come here!"

Following Feng Shaotian's shout, the deputy general ran over.

Yuan Feng's face turned green after seeing this. This was not happiness at all, it was clearly a mask of pain.

"Brother, my deputy general is a civilian. He has no skills and has only practiced martial arts for less than ten years. You have to let your men go easy on you later."

Civilian, you have practiced martial arts for less than ten years, do you want to listen to what you are saying... Yuan Feng had a dark face.

Yuan Feng didn't expect that Feng Shaotian had so much confidence in him that he even sent his deputy general.

But on the other hand, even if he sent someone powerful, he didn't really want to win.

When they lose, Feng Shaotian will naturally feel that Xiaorou and the others are useless and will no longer think of letting them become coaches.

After thinking of a way out, Yuan Feng waved to the team members: "Come here."

"Captain, what's the matter?" The team members ran over in unison, their movements clean and neat.

"Brother, how did you train like this?" Feng Shaotian looked at him with envy. Such a neat formation was exactly how the army trained.

"Enough of the small talk." Yuan Feng shook his head, "Let's talk about how to try it."

"That's easy. Let's have a duel. Call out the strongest of your disciples to fight with my deputy general. We'll fight with bare hands."

"Team members." Yuan Feng corrected.

"what?"

"They are members of the village's guard team. They are not my apprentices, and I am not their master."

"Whatever. Tell me, which of your...team members is the strongest?"

"Of course it is..." Yuan Feng's fingers passed through the air.

Xiaorou was about to stand up proudly, but Yuanfeng's finger unexpectedly fell on Jiang Xingyuan, the shortest one.

"Me?" Jiang Xingyuan was stunned himself.

There are competitions in the team every day, and he has always been the first. The captain knows it. How come he suddenly became the first... Jiang Xingyuan was very puzzled.

"Yes, it's my team member. Don't underestimate him because he's short. He's actually the strongest of the five."

Feng Shaotian nodded doubtfully: "What else is there to say? Let's start the competition. This place happens to be flat."

"Okay, but allow me to make some pre-war tactical arrangements first." Yuan Feng said, putting his hand on Jiang Xingyuan's shoulder.

"A duel requires tactical arrangements?" Feng Shaotian didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

"Doesn't this show how much I value the position of coach?"

You're the only one who takes it seriously? Feng Shaotian wanted to complain. If you really take it seriously, why don't you do it yourself instead of doing all these fancy things?

Yuan Feng pulled Jiang Xingyuan aside and said, "Take it easy. If things go wrong, surrender. Got it?"

"I understand. Thank you for your concern, Captain. I will do my best!" Jiang Xingyuan looked determined.

Hey hey!

I'm not concerned about you, I'm asking you to play a fake game! Why don't you understand?

Yuan Feng really wanted to make it clear, but Feng Shaotian had already approached him, so it was difficult to say it.

"Brother, how is the tactical arrangement going?"

"Almost done, go ahead."

Yuan Feng had no choice but to let Jiang Xingyuan go. Now he could only pray that the deputy general's ten years of hard work had yielded some real results.

Jiang Xingyuan and his deputy general came to the center of the venue and took up their positions.

The soldiers gathered around when they saw that there was something exciting to watch. Then, noticing that the young general didn't say anything, they started playing even more and started betting outside the venue.

"Brother, how about you place a bet too?" Feng Shaotian pointed at the gambling table that was in full swing, and then threw a handful of silver ingots over, "I bet fifty taels on Renqing!"

"Okay, Major General, you are generous. You bet fifty taels on our commander. The odds are ten to one!"

Seeing this, Yuan Feng gritted his teeth and took out a tael of silver from his pocket. He had always had bad luck in gambling, and since he wanted Jiang Xingyuan to lose, he might as well bet the other way.

"I'll put one or two on my teammate!"

"Okay, little brother, you are generous. I'll bet on the kid for 100 taels of silver at a 100% payoff!"

While the commotion was going on, a fight had already started in the center of the venue.

The deputy general has practiced kung fu, and it is not just Feng Shaotian bragging. His skills can be seen with just one move.

The move was clean and neat, and the punch went straight to Jiang Xingyuan's face.

Jiang Xingyuan squatted down and didn't move, as if he was frightened.

A look of pride flashed across the deputy general’s face… After all, children are just children, their psychological quality is poor, and they were petrified when they started fighting.

"Oh no, Renqing, watch your waist!"

After all, the Tongquan that Jiang Xingyuan practiced was adapted from the Tongtianquan, and Feng Shaotian saw the clue at once.

But what does it matter if you can see it? Kung Fu competition is a matter of a moment, and it is too late to remind you.

In the deputy general's sight, Jiang Xingyuan suddenly disappeared, followed by a pain in the side of his abdomen.

When he came to his senses again, he was already curled up on the ground, like a stranded shrimp, with his body hunched tightly, and he couldn't recover from the pain for a long time.

"Okay, I lost. I lost fifty taels. Haha, what a relief!"

"Hey, I won, ten taels."

When the results came out, the two people's reactions were completely different.

The winner is sad and the loser is jubilant.