The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Minglang didn't respond, and Han Qi, as if he didn't notice, began to introduce her to the competition for the first place.

"Every time, the top five would stand together in the training ground, and the first place would be determined through a melee."

Something that was expected, but also something that was clearly unexpected.

"And then after the first place finishes with great effort and wins the championship, he drags his injured body to fight General Han?"

Minglang raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Qi, but Han Qi didn't care:

"They no longer have the courage to challenge me. Not everyone is like Your Highness."

Han Qi's unfinished words sounded to Minglang like she was a young and fearless person.

"I really want to see General Han's strength, but I don't know if I will have the opportunity."

Minglang had just said it casually, but she still had the confidence to take first place in the five-person melee.

Han Qi became serious when he heard this, and pointed at the two people on the training ground and the rack with nameplates hanging on it next to the training ground.

"Fu Jing is good at spears. No one in the army can match him with his spear. Yan Yunting's long whip has countless invisible barbs. Even the slightest touch will cause injury."

Han Qi very seriously explained to Minglang the characteristics and tactics of the remaining people on the nameplates.

They sat behind them without paying any attention to these people, but General Han gave special treatment to His Highness, and none of them dared to say no.

They often gather together in the evening these days to study Prince Bao's moves and tactics.

These people have no hope of defeating General Han, but who knows, maybe Prince Bao can.

The excitement in the eyes of those veteran generals in the army when they saw Prince Bao competing was real. They all said that Prince Bao had learned ten times as much as His Majesty's skills.

They have no way to deal with General Han, and General Han is right.

If you can't get first place, there's no difference between second to ninth.

The people sitting behind the two men listened to General Han selling them out completely, lowered their heads and looked at each other, exchanging glances.

They are old friends in the martial arts field, and they know what each other is thinking.

Han Qi has to hold a match every ten days or half a month. Although the military pay after winning is indeed very tempting, they are already very tired.

Instead of fighting desperately in the next two days, it is better to leave the opportunity to Prince Bao and let Prince Bao give Han Qi a good beating.

Let him also feel what it feels like to be defeated.

Minglang didn't know what was happening behind Han Qi while he was giving her a lecture.

What Han Qi said was indeed good, and she was very fascinated by it.

"These soldiers are all capable of concealing their abilities. Your Highness, please do not assume that what you have seen is their full strength."

Han Qi was already very familiar with the people sitting behind him. He could feel how passionate their gazes were when they looked at him without even turning around.

These people are no match for His Highness. It would be better to let them fight with His Highness with all their strength and injure His Highness.

It would be better to let them give up on their own initiative and stop at second place, so that His Highness can have a good rest and be ready for the competition with him.

Han Qi's plan was going well, but the group of people behind him just fell for it.

Minglang was still carefully studying the tactics of these soldiers and did not realize that someone had already paved the way for her.

The bet is still going on, and the two men in the martial arts training ground are fighting evenly matched.

It was obvious that these two people would finish this fight, go on stage for the next one, just for the formality, and then give up.

The smell of blood in the air was getting stronger, and Han Qi's voice was in my ears.

"After competing to this point, you can use your own weapons. I really look forward to seeing your highness's sword tomorrow."

The pair of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye swords caused quite a stir in the local area as soon as they came out. Such good things would naturally be sent to the palace.

Prince Bao practiced with dual swords, but he has not yet found a pair of swords that suits him. The pair of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye seemed to be tailor-made for Prince Bao.

Not to mention Han Qi's curiosity, who among all the martial artists in the world has not heard of the Gan Jiang and Mo Ye Swords? After being lost in the past, the divine sword that only existed in legends has come to the world, and many people want to see it.

"No wonder this long whip can produce such an effect."

The long whip in Yan Yunting's hand seemed to have intelligence in her hand, and the two of them cooperated so well that the spear could not withstand it at all.

Seeing that Minglang was about to win the game, neither of them was willing to admit defeat.

The tip of Fu Jing's spear was pulled off by the whip, only the red tassel on his head was still there, and he was still struggling to hold on.

"Yan Yunting is indeed very capable. Your Highness has good judgment."

Listening to Han Qi's compliment, Minglang's attention was all on the martial arts training ground.

Thinking back to when Master Fei sent Han Qi's information, he said that the Queen Mother would come in person on the last day of the competition.

By then, when she and Han Qi fight until the entire training ground is covered in blood, I wonder if the Queen Mother will feel sorry for her.

Seeing His Highness's thoughts drifting away, Han Qi stopped talking silently, sat beside His Highness, and watched the extreme game on the martial arts field together.

Minglang was fascinated by what she saw and learned all the moves by heart. After integrating them, she could use them as well.

The battle ended with Fu Jing stabbing Yan Yunting in the heart with a spear, and Yan Yunting wrapped his whip around Fu Jing's neck. Both sides were almost unable to hold on, and Fu Jing was defeated first.

His face was flushed red from being strangled by the whip. He exerted a little force and Yan Yunting could only retreat. Every step he took back, the whip tightened.

After all, a competition for military pay cannot really cost one's life. Minglang saw that Fu Jing could not hold on any longer and his face turned purple, so he raised his hands in surrender.

The moment the whip was released, the tip of the spear was removed from Yan Yunting's heart, leaving a black and red concave hole.

After a competition, the military doctor immediately climbed onto the training ground to save lives.

The two men collapsed on the ground. Fu Jing opened his mouth wide and breathed with difficulty. Yan Yunting covered his heart with one hand to stop the bleeding physically, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Minglang felt that if the fight lasted another quarter of an hour, both of them would die here.

It looked like no one could leave the training ground alive.

The two were in extremely bad condition, so the military doctor began to treat them in the training ground. Only when they were almost brought back from the brink of death did someone come up with a stretcher and carry them away.

Just when Minglang couldn't help but sigh that these two people were really working so hard and it was hard to bear the heartache, the two people lying on the stretchers gave each other a thumbs up at the same time.

How come these two people became full of energy again after they felt a little better? It seemed as if the blood didn't come from their bodies.

"How many times has Fu Jing and Yan Yunting faced off?"

Minglang looked back at Han Qi in confusion, and the soldiers following behind him immediately replied:

"General, this is the second time this year. The military doctor reported that the injury is less serious than the last time. After ten days of recuperation, he will be able to participate in daily training."