Sword guarding Chang'an

Chapter 11 The Prince's Boxing Rules

"fight?"

Li Jianbai cursed secretly, "Did he step on his mother...", but he didn't refuse directly, but glanced at the thirty or forty shirtless and sturdy soldiers in the audience, secretly knowing that it was not good.

This is not facing the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he can argue and outsmart himself.

These soldiers will not give themselves a chance, nor will they care about anything.

If he was facing his own cheap father, Li Jianbai could still use his status to find a reason in his favour.

"Why, the dignified sixth prince, are you afraid?" Wang Meng mocked.

Li Jianbai snorted, and said: "Who is afraid of whom, but there are rules in fighting, how can we count as victory or defeat? I am only a weaker year, and you are clearly bullying me."

first timing.

Li Jianbai found out his own favorable words, if he pretended to be a prince, it would be counterproductive, and the reaction would make them feel that he was relying on his status.

But Li Jianbai didn't, but told his age.

They are talking inside and out, they are bullying the small with the big!
"Rules, hehe, I don't know what the sixth prince wants to say." Wang Meng looked at Li Jianbai, fearing that Li Jianbai would evade and not fight. As long as the sixth prince plays, he must let the little prince know that the sky is high and the earth is strong.

"When I was weak, I lacked strength. I can fight and learn from each other, but the rules should follow my method."

"What about the sixth prince, what should he do?"

Li Jianbai immediately took a step forward, looked around the crowd, and said: "Fighting is fine. In the fight, both hands should be dyed and attack each other. It is based on the skill of a cup of tea. When attacking the opponent's body, as long as the dyed hands , attack the opponent's body three times, you can win!"

Wang Meng listened carefully to Li Jianbai's words, and he understood.

Suppose two people are fighting on the field, and their hands are dyed with different dyes. As long as they attack each other, they will leave a mark on the opponent's body. For a quarter of an hour, whoever attacks the opponent's vital points first three times will be considered the winner!
For a moment, Wang Meng couldn't help but glanced squarely at the sixth prince. He had to say that the sixth prince pointed out the year when he was weak, and then revised the fighting rules.

It easily resolved the subsequent physical pain, I have to say, Wang Meng did not expect it.

It's fine once or twice, but several times in a row, Wang Meng officially started to treat the sixth prince seriously.

In the beginning, when he just entered the barracks, the sixth prince was not afraid at all when faced with his own iron cavalry, perhaps because of his status, he was confident.

Coming to the barracks, facing the hunting flag, reciting a poem, let yourself feel alive, this is nothing.

After all, these princes, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, reciting poems and fighting against each other, still have advantages over soldiers like themselves.

A poem means nothing.

And now.

The phrase "the year of the weak crown" made me subconsciously agree to modify the rules.

To modify the rules so that he has no refutation and can avoid the pain of flesh and blood, it has to be said that this sixth prince has a delicate mind, rigorous and unruly.

"Okay, just follow the words of the sixth prince." Wang Meng snorted, deliberately saying "follow the words of the sixth prince", as if he did not agree to modify the rules, and he can also point out the identity of the sixth prince, the words of the sixth prince...

This made everyone in the audience feel that Li Jianbai cheated intentionally, relying on his status.

This meant that everyone present was on the opposite side of Li Jianbai.

"Let's get started, His Royal Highness Sixth Prince, you can choose your opponent at will, let you choose, and don't say that I bully you when the time comes."

"Okay... Commander Wang, you, you are indeed my father's right-hand man!" Li Jianbai was not stupid.

The rules are set by oneself, the opponent is chosen by oneself, and it is only natural to win when the time comes, and if it loses.

Wouldn't he be ashamed and thrown outside the Xuanwu Gate? !
"Thank you, the sixth prince, for your compliment." After Commander Wang finished speaking, he silently stepped aside, as if to say, it's time to start.

Li Jianbai had a gloomy face and didn't say much, but who is Li Jianbai?It's not like being so angry and dizzy.

Since Commander Wang asked him to choose his opponent, he would naturally not miss the opportunity.

Because choosing an opponent is also a key part of the right time, place and people.

"Just him!"

Li Jianbai immediately pointed to the tallest and most burly man not far away.

Why choose such a powerful opponent?

First, to prove that he did not cheat, and chose the tallest and most powerful soldier present.

Second, and this is the most crucial point, the taller, burlier, and more majestic the faster and the more agile.

Because Li Jianbai modified the rules, it is to hit the target, and try not to be hit as much as possible!

The opponent's body is large, which means that the area of ​​attack range is also large!
The opponent's body is big, which means that speed and agility are not enough.

Seeing that Li Jianbai had chosen his opponent, Wang Meng sneered, because this person is a centurion, and he can fight ten in one battle!

Five hundred loads in hand!
Boy, just ask for blessings.Wang Meng laughed secretly in his heart.

And the thirty or forty big Han soldiers who were watching were also talking about each other.

"I actually chose Gao Zhong, the centurion, as the opponent. You know, in daily training, Gao Zhong's training is three times that of ordinary people. He can fight four or five people with one person!"

"That's right, among the Forbidden Army, few people can beat Gao Zhong."

"Gao Zhong's power is the strongest in the whole army..."

"I think the little prince can be knocked to the ground with one hand."

"Ten breaths, and the sixth prince will beg for mercy."

"Haha... no way."

"There's nothing wrong with it. Gao Zhong is stubborn and won't show mercy just because the opponent is the prince."

"It's true, Gao Dasha is really like this."

"........."

The rest spread out and formed a circle.

Li Jianbai carefully sized up his opponent "Gao Da Sha", and observed it from top to bottom. The opponent's feet are very big. In the 21st century, they must be size 48, or even [-] shoes!

This shows that the opponent's chassis is very stable.

Then came the legs, with thick hair and glistening veins, like the roots of a century-old tree.

I saw that the other party bent down slightly, opened his hands, and slowly embraced Li Jianbai, like an eagle descending from the sky, covering the chicken.

Li Jianbai immediately stopped and said, "Wait, let me ask you in advance, brother, have you clarified the rules?"

"Without further ado."

Li Jianbai said coldly: "Commander Wang, what are you doing backing away? It's agreed that the fighters on the field should dye their hands and attack each other."

Commander Wang gave an embarrassed "hehe" smile, and said something in a low voice to the stupid big man, which made Gao Zhong "hmm", and his hands were stained with black ink.

And Li Jianbai was stained with white stone powder.

"Let's begin." Commander Wang no longer stepped back to watch the show, and became the referee.

After saying this, Li Jianbai took the lead immediately.

"boom!"

One hit is sure to hit!
Gao Zhong was dumbfounded, and Commander Wang was also stunned for a moment.

But Li Jianbai quibbled: "What? It seems Commander Wang said the fight started, right? Now that it's all started, do I have to tell you something when I do it? There's no such reason?"

Li Jianbai laughed shamelessly.

"What if it's on the battlefield, and the enemy wants to kill you, so they come to remind you?"

(End of this chapter)