Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 60
No matter what the people present were doing at the moment, they would inevitably pay attention to him.

Seeing him pick up the wine jar, everyone's expressions changed. People toasted with wine glasses, and those who were more bold used bowls, even if they used sea bowls, there were very few.

He actually brought the wine jar to toast?Who can stand this?
Fan Zhuoyuan looked around at the generals who had toasted wine expressionlessly, and said, "Everyone pays so much respect to Yu so-and-so today, so-and-so family has to repay this hospitality!
One table is one table, no one is allowed to run away, anyone who does not drink today is not considered a hero!In the future, someone like Fan will be a minister in the same hall, so he should be looked down upon. "

Seeing the wine jar in Fan Zhuoyuan's arms striding towards him, all the generals' expressions changed.

He really just paid respects table by table. Every time he got to a table, he would grab the person on the table until he fell down, and he would not even let go until he got down.

After more than a dozen tables were played, all the generals looked at him with horror.

Fan Zhuoyuan also felt a little drunk, his face was flushed, he pulled open the collar of the top and took off his hat. Don't get drunk.

Looking at the many generals who were poured out and pretended to be drunk, Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head slightly, showed disdain, walked back to his seat, simply took off his shirt, tied it around his waist, shirtless, and began to eat and chew, more bold and unrestrained than the Mongolian generals present Wanton.

At this time, everyone was horrified to discover that there was an extremely hideous knife mark on Fan Zhuoyuan's chest, which was one foot and three inches long from bottom to top!
With such a long knife mark, anyone would surely lose a lot of blood and die on the spot. This person survived such serious injuries, what a monster.

Scars are the best medals for a soldier. Although most of the northerners at the scene looked down on the southerners, they never dared to look down on Fan Zhuoyuan at this time. Just this knife mark showed that this man also crawled out of hell.

Such people are extremely rare in the army. If there are, they are all elites among the elites. They have all broken wrists with Lord Yan, and there is still fear of death.

Therefore, although many generals present were more afraid of Fan Zhuoyuan, this fear was inevitably accompanied by a lot of respect.

Seeing this, Emperor Yuan couldn't help but praise: "General Fan is indeed a good man!"

Then he looked around, with a half-smile on his face, and continued: "Today, in my Great Yuan Dynasty Hall, there are many stars, all of whom have made great contributions to the country.

On a whim, I don't know who among you can be called the number one warrior in my Yuan Dynasty? "

Kublai Khan's words were excellent, and he used you instead of generals, which shows that the name of the first warrior in the Yuan Dynasty is not only for the generals in the army, but anyone who is confident can recommend himself.

The number one warrior of the Yuan Dynasty, this false name seems to have no real benefits, but after all, it was also canonized by the current hero himself.

Not to mention putting it in the army, even among the people, it is a very famous name, which is equivalent to the Republic Medal and the Medal of Honor in later generations.

It belongs to the highest honor of a martial artist, and those who practice martial arts are often the ones who are aggressive, and all those who are confident in the field want to fight for the title of the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty.

Fan Zhuoyuan is no exception, what he cares about is not false fame, but the system happens to have this task!

He put down the lamb ribs in his hand, rubbed his hands, and looked around, only to see the burly Mongolian officer standing up like a sumo wrestler, touching his chest and saluting: "Your Majesty! Dare to ask what conditions can be called The number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty!"

Kublai Khan said: "Today, I, the Great Yuan, rule the world, and I am also enthroned as emperor, surrounded by fierce generals like clouds, and counselors like rain.

However, now the rebellion in Liaodong and Northwest has been decided, and the countries that have not been subject to overseas have been destroyed, and even the affiliated khanates far in the west have been canonized by me personally.

The four seas are mixed together, and the world is peaceful!But from now on in this peaceful and prosperous age, just let the horse go to Nanshan and start having fun?
Of course not!I always remember how prosperous and powerful the three kingdoms of Liao, Jin and Song were in the past. Once indulged in peace and enjoyment, the country will surely perish!

In order to be prepared for danger in times of peace, in this world without disputes, I would like to use the method of martial arts competitions to select the number one warrior of the Yuan Dynasty every year, so as to inspire the warriors of this dynasty to work hard! "

Talking and smiling, he raised his wine glass, looked around at the generals and officials below, and said: "As far as I know, the top warriors who are willing to be loyal to the imperial court are all gathered here at this moment, so why not take this opportunity to perform martial arts in front of the imperial court to compete for the first place?" ?”

A general who had just been a little unconscious by Fan Zhuoyuan stood up and said, "Your Majesty, please let the future lead the way. Back then in Naadam, the general won the first place in wrestling. Who can compete with me today!"

Dare to say that you are number one in wrestling?

Naturally, many Mongolian generals were dissatisfied, and some people came up to challenge them one after another.

After a few rounds of fighting, the sumo-like general finally stood up, and said coldly, "What the hell is called wrestling? I'm as weak as a girl, why don't you all throw me together!"

With his head held high, he strode towards the center. With his physique and his notoriety in the army, the generals who were drunk immediately came to their senses.

As a result, they were thrown out one by one by this person, just like throwing sandbags, which was effortless.

After clearing the field, the general knelt down on one knee in front of Kublai Khan, rubbed his chest and said, "Your Majesty, I, Battelle, is the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty! I don't think anyone else has the guts to fight with me!"

Kublai Khan praised: "Battle, you are an eagle on the grassland, and all enemies will be terrified when they see you.

A year ago, the rebellion was put down in the Northwest, and the two armies were in a stalemate. You entered the enemy line alone, broke through three lines in a row, beheaded hundreds of people, and took the head of the rebel king. I am very impressed! "

Battelle was overjoyed, "It turns out that His Majesty still remembers Battelle's achievement in capturing the enemy!"

"Hehe, you are indeed a fierce general who is brave enough to win the three armies, but the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty is not limited to fighting for supremacy in the army. There are many people who are not weaker than you here today."

Battelle stood up and turned around like a beast, glanced around, slapped his chest and roared: "Who dares to compete with me, Battelle, for the title of No. [-] in the Yuan Dynasty, stand up! Let me see!"

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't move, he was waiting for others to make a move first.

However, he wants to wait, but others may not be willing to make him wait.

Battelle glanced around. The way he judges strength is to perceive it from the size. Who can compare with Fan Zhuoyuan in size?
What's more, Battelle had seen his drinking capacity just now, and admitted that he was a hero, so he naturally pointed at Fan Zhuoyuan.

"Hey, that southerner general, you can drink a lot, and you look like a hero, don't you have the guts to come out and fight with me?"

Fan Zhuo couldn't back down when he saw the other party calling him by name.

He stood up, and hundreds of eyes on the scene focused on him.

Kublai Khan also said: "I heard from Yuxi Timur today that General Fan once wore three layers of iron armor, went into the enemy's formation and hammered down hundreds of people, and the corpses piled up like mountains under his feet. Let's see who is the number one warrior in the world."

Fan Zhuoyuan imitated the Mongolian etiquette and bowed towards Kublai Khan, then walked into the arena with his upper body bare, looking down at the mighty fighter in front of him.

Fan Zhuoyuan is a head taller than the opponent, but the opponent has a typical beer belly, with a body shape that is thick in the middle and thin at the ends, unlike Fan Zhuoyuan who is like a straight cylinder from top to bottom.

"Fist, wrestling, horse archery, weapons, you can choose!"

Fan Zhuoyuan's tone was full of extremely powerful confidence, which immediately aroused Battelle's strong fighting spirit.

Battelle sneered, "You know how to wrestle?"

"Expert hands!"

Battelle suddenly felt that the southerner in front of him was very different. The southerners he had met, or even Haner from the north, used to pretend to be modest, which was a kind of hypocrisy to him.

But the man in front of him was quite arrogant, he seemed to never know what humility and concession were, and it was very much to his liking.

He laughed loudly, "Okay! The southerners dare to compete with the northerners in wrestling. How dare you! Then wrestling!"

(End of this chapter)