After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

Seeing a red patch on Lan Zhi's pale forehead, Meng Beixiao asked, "Is your forehead okay?"

Lan Zhi touched his forehead: "Hiss...it's okay."

She didn't say anything, but she already had a bag.

Is there a stone hanging on his chest? Otherwise why would it hurt so much?

"Here, I am Deputy General Xiaobei. Xiao means brave and Bei means north. Do not reveal my identity. Do you understand?"

Lan Zhi nodded, "I understand."

No wonder he has changed his self-reference to 'I' since coming here.

There was a group of people gathered on the training ground, and cheers could be heard from time to time.

Lan Zhi is only 165cm tall and can’t see what’s going on inside.

Most of the men in the north are tall and strong.

When the two approached, the soldiers saw that the person coming was Meng Beixiao, and they all saluted him: "Deputy General!"

"Ah."

A sturdy man came over and put his arm around Meng Beixiao's shoulders and said, "Boy, you haven't been here for a long time, fight with me first."

Meng Beixiao smiled cheerfully and said, "Okay."

The man saw Lan Zhi behind Meng Beixiao and asked in confusion, "Who is this? Can such a small body hold a sword?"

"This is my good brother Lan Zhi, he has the same name as the prime minister, please don't bully him."

Meng Beixiao then introduced Lan Zhi, "This is the garrison commander He Zhuang."

Lan Zhi nodded towards He Zhuang.

He Zhuang came over and put his arm around Lan Zhi's shoulders: "Hahaha, how could you bully him? Brother Lan, I'm telling you, you need to train your small body well, otherwise one punch of yours could make someone cry."

"How about I fight you?"

He Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Farewell, I dare not attack you, I will not take it lightly."

In his eyes, Lan Zhi was like a little chick, and he always felt that he could beat her to pieces with just one move.

Lan Zhi smiled but didn't say anything. Her health was indeed not very good, but except for the first day when she felt weak and powerless, she usually had no problem fighting.

As long as she doesn't fight for a long time or lift something weighing 100 or 200 pounds, she can still do it.

But for someone like her who is so bad at playing it safe, she'd better not take action if she can.

At this time, there was a round of cheers from the crowd, and a shirtless man bowed and said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you."

He Zhuang saw that the people on the field had finished fighting, and said to Meng Beixiao: "Shall we have a competition?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people present started to make a fuss after hearing it.

"Fight! Fight!"

He Zhuang glanced at them and said, "What do you mean by fighting? That's called sparring. How uncultured!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Everyone stood on both sides and made way for them.

Meng Beixiao did not refuse and jumped directly onto the fighting arena. He Zhuang followed suit and took a red tasseled spear from the side.

Meng Beixiao picked up a long sword and said, "Please."

"Little brother, you are short, you have to stand inside to see."

An older brother pushed Lan Zhi to the edge of the fighting stage. She was indeed too small in front of all the men.

The big brother was about 1.9 meters tall, and his arms were thicker than Lan Zhi's legs. He put his arms on her shoulders and almost pushed her down.

Meng Beixiao on the stage caught a glimpse of this scene and said to the big brother, "Take your hands away."

Everyone looked towards Lan Zhi at the same time.

I saw the slender and fair little brother being held under the arms of the strong and tall man.

Someone laughed and said, "Ah Hu, don't you know you are very heavy?"

"That's right. That little brother's bones are about to be broken by you."

"You really have no idea. You treat others the same way as they treat you."

"Ah??? Oh." The big guy realized it later and quickly stretched out his hand.

Lan Zhi suddenly felt two hundred pounds lighter.

Only then did Meng Beixiao continue to compete with He Zhuang with satisfaction.

He Zhuang thrust his spear straight forward and swept the spear handle horizontally. With a "whoosh" sound, the spear passed over Meng Beixiao's head.

As Meng Beixiao dodged the spear, he slid in front of He Zhuang and swung his sword towards He Zhuang's legs.

He Zhuang reacted quickly, using the tip of his gun to boost himself, raised the gun, and flipped over to Meng Beixiao's back.

The people in the audience were so nervous that they dared not breathe.

After the two had been fighting for half a quarter of an hour, Meng Beixiao jumped onto the gun, flipped over and landed on the ground, and with amazing speed, he put the sword across He Zhuang's neck. The whole fight was finally over.

"Wonderful!"

"it is good!"

There was a burst of applause and cheers from the crowd.

Meng Beixiao smiled faintly and said, "Thank you."

"Okay, do you want to practice secretly at home?" He Zhuang punched Meng Beixiao in the chest.

Meng Beixiao on the stage smiled at Lan Zhi and said, "Do you want to learn?"

Lan Zhi smiled and replied, "I don't want to."

Meng Beixiao jumped down from the stage, walked in front of Lan Zhi and said seriously: "That won't work. With your physique, you have to learn."

He leaned over to her ear and whispered, "You are too weak. Don't faint during court one day."

Lan Zhi whispered back: "My weakness has nothing to do with exercise, it's a physical problem."

"You're not feeling well, that's because you don't exercise. Come with me."

Lan Zhi secretly groaned in her heart, he wouldn't ask her to carry sandbags, right?

Fortunately, Meng Beixiao did not ask her to carry sandbags, but took her to the archery range.

"Archery, carbine, weight bearing, wrestling, and formation. Of these five trainings, I will give you the simplest one first."

As he spoke, he asked someone to bring a bow, and then said to Lan Zhi: "I'm not saying that you have to hit the target, but practice drawing the bow to strengthen your arm strength."

Meng Beixiao drew the bow and aimed at the bull's eye. He loosened his fingers and with a whoosh, the arrow hit the bull's eye.

There was an instant burst of cheers at the archery range.

He Zhuang also arrived at this time and patted Meng Beixiao on the shoulder: "You guys run pretty fast, good, and you still have your archery skills."

He Zhuang saw the bow in Meng Beixiao's hand and said, "Do you want Brother Lan to learn archery? There's no way he can pull your bow."

Even he had to struggle to pull it up.

"I'll have someone bring him a good one to refine first."

"I want to try."

Lan Zhi looked at the bow in Meng Beixiao's hand and suddenly became interested. His bow looked really good.

Suddenly everyone around laughed, and He Zhuang also laughed.

"Brother Lan, this bow is hard for me to pull. Even if I pull it, I can't shoot. You are so small, it's good enough that you can hold this bow."

"This bow looks good. Can I try it?" Lan Zhi stretched out her hand towards Meng Beixiao.

Meng Beixiao's youthful smile instantly appeared on his face. He handed the bow to her: "It's a bit heavy."

Lan Zhi took the bow, and the moment Meng Beixiao let go, she felt something falling in her hand.

It is indeed heavy.

It is indeed not easy to lift a bow weighing sixty or seventy kilograms with one arm.

In the world of immortal cultivation, she once lifted a bow weighing ten thousand pounds, but at that time she had spiritual power.

This was the first time she had lifted such a heavy bow purely like she was doing now.

According to legend, Xiang Yu's Overlord Bow weighed 120 kilograms. Lan Zhi thought that this was exaggerated, as one would need to hold the bow for a long time on the battlefield, so one would not make his weapon too heavy.

It's heavy enough for this bow.

Meng Beixiao on the side raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that she could still hold it.