Time flies by like a fleeting moment.

Seven days later.

In Zhuangzi, the door to the usual training venue is closed.

There were servants around watching the door.

At this time, both sides of the venue were occupied by a group of boys and a group of girls.

Both sides were holding wooden sticks, one end of which was covered with black mud and ash.

Everyone is wearing uniform and clean cloth clothes.

Make sure it leaves a mark when hit.

"Lang'er, you are really clever, you can actually think of such a way."

At the high point of the venue, Wang Jian stood there, looking at the scene below with interest.

"Lang'er, who do you think can win?"

Zhao Lang did not answer immediately, but asked a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old with a little beard next to him,

"Wang Li, what do you think?"

The young man is Wang Jian's grandson, Wang Li. He has a straightforward temper, but a bit of a carefree temper.

Very much to Zhao Lang's liking.

I came to Zhuangzi a few days ago and the two of them have become familiar with each other.

Wang Li looked at the situation on the field and said bluntly,

"I think to hell they will win. In a war, women are still inferior to men."

On the boys' side, the leader is going to die.

Zhao Lang immediately laughed and said,

"Then if that's the case, I'll choose the girl's side."

On the girls side, the leader is a girl named Su.

Wang Li said carelessly at this time,

"It's just that it's boring to just guess, why not add some bets?"

Zhao Lang nodded in agreement,

"What do you want to bet on?"

Wang Li said with greedy eyes,

"If you lose, give me the complete method of their training these days!"

He has long been jealous after training with the teenagers these past few days.

It can also be seen that Zhao Lang has not used difficult training methods yet.

Zhao Lang raised his eyebrows slightly and said yes,

"I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable, but what if you lose?"

Wang Li suddenly laughed,

"How could I lose."

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want."

Zhao Lang said directly at this time,

"make a deal!"

Wang Jian on the side looked at his grandson who was looking silly and happy.

Looking at Zhao Lang who was calm and composed, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

His grandson still has some talent.

Within a few days, you can see the uniqueness of Zhao Lang's training method.

Just comparing with Zhao Lang, I always feel that something is missing.

At this time, as Zhao Lang signaled, the competition between the two officially began!

Both sides on the field started to move almost immediately.

The boys lined up in a neat queue, and then concentrated the sticks in front, forming a forest of guns.

"These guys actually know about the Horse Rejection Formation!"

Wang Li said with some surprise,

"It's going to be very difficult for the other side now. They don't have any archers."

The girls also responded, lining up like the boys and putting the sticks in front.

But it is obvious that the men have trained many times in private, and their level of cooperation cannot be compared to that of girls who have learned the skills temporarily.

"Hahaha, Alang, we've just started and you've already lost."

Wang Li smiled directly.

Zhao Lang also frowned slightly. Indeed, the boys were well prepared this time.

Girls have a hard time with this.

The two sides began to slowly get closer.

The boys' little square formation was neither fast nor slow, and actually had some momentum.

The square formation of girls was crooked and huddled together in front, back, left and right.

While moving forward, I heard shouts from time to time, "You stepped on my foot."

But just when the two sides were about to get close to each other.

A burst of shouting suddenly broke out from the girls' square,

"Disperse!"

Then in a blink of an eye, all the girls dispersed.

This scene made the boys dumbfounded. No matter how powerful their phalanx is, they still have a goal.

Then the next second, the girls ran to both sides of the phalanx.

Some girls directly threw the wooden sticks in their hands!

The boys seemed to have thought of this situation and immediately started swinging the wooden sticks in their hands.

They blocked many wooden sticks thrown at them, but some of them inevitably hit them.

This caused confusion in the small phalanx. After all, they were not real soldiers.

The two young men, Goshit and Big Dog, were trying their best to maintain the phalanx.

Once they stabilize.

Girls who are missing part of the stick will inevitably fail.

And at this moment, the previous shouting sounded again,

"rush!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl who had already thrown her wooden stick and rushed towards the phalanx with bare hands.

Other girls with weapons followed behind them.

But even in the boys’ square formation, there are wooden sticks on the sides!

Zhao Lang stood up directly at this time and shouted,

"stop!"

But it's too late.

The girls had already bumped into each other at this time.

Bang bang bang!

There was a heart-wrenching dull sound on the field.

The girls also let out bursts of pain.

But no one backed away.

Rush to the opposite side.

They grabbed each other's weapons tightly to prevent them from moving, while the girls behind them took the opportunity to attack.

Boys who have been bullied by girls all know that when they are teenagers, girls are stronger than boys.

So just by meeting each other, the outermost boys are already full of marks.

I don’t know if they were frightened, but the reaction of the boys’ phalanx was a little slow.

The girls' attack almost never stopped.

When the first boy put down the stick, failure was doomed.

The battle started slowly but ended extremely quickly.

When Zhao Lang rushed over to stop these people.

Most of the boys stood there in despair.

Although many of the girls fell to the ground, they all had smiles on their faces.

They won.

But Zhao Lang couldn't laugh anymore.

"Are you crazy!"

"Prosperous wealth! Prosperous wealth! Go and ask the doctor!"

"Xiaojiu, Xiaoqi!"

Wang Jian and Wang Li also rushed to help. Both of them were very experienced in this kind of trauma.

"What are you still doing? Come and help!"

Zhao Lang yelled at the boys.

There was a sudden uproar in Zhuangzi.

"Fortunately, only two were dislocated and the others were bruised."

After settling the people, Wang Jian said.

"What is this all about?"

Zhao Lang felt a little guilty.

Wang Jian said lightly,

"What? Regret it?"

Zhao Lang nodded silently, and a dozen girls lay on the bed. They would be lying if they said they didn't feel bad.

Wang Jian continued,

"You should have thought of it when you proposed the competition."

"Now that the matter has come to this, what you have to do is learn from it."

"Besides, I think this competition was good."

"I have accepted all these students."

"Okay, you go in and see them first, and I'll comfort those boys."

Zhao Lang nodded and walked in. When the girls saw him, they all said in unison,

"Master of the house."

Zhao Lang nodded wilfully and walked to Su who was lying on the bed.

Just now, she and another girl had the fiercest confrontation, and both of them dislocated their arms.

Zhao Lang looked at the girls who were all injured and said,

"I gave you the stick just to prevent you from getting hurt."

"Why are you working so hard?!"

After being scolded by Zhao Lang, the girls immediately lowered their heads.

Su then gritted his teeth and returned,
Chapter completed!