In the camp, Zhou fengmiao looked at Yang Xuan and Qi Yulong with a serious face and said in a harsh voice, "private fighting is strictly prohibited in the military camp. I don't need to teach you this, Qi Yulong."

"General, my subordinates have to!" Swept away by Zhou fengmiao's dignified eyes, Qi Yulong was surprised. He hurriedly pointed to Yang Xuan and argued, "this boy is really cheating too much. He not only ordered the giant to smash his camp, but also..."

Qi Yulong said the story again, and then cried out how difficult his situation was. His eyes were red and looked wronged. The generals behind Qi Yulong also responded and condemned Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan on one side was stunned. He never thought that the conflict first provoked by the other side could be distorted like this. After listening to Qi Yulong's description, Yang Xuan felt that he was a bossy and heinous family.

"Poop!" Yu Qingcheng couldn't help laughing when he heard the exaggerated and absurd descriptions of Qi Yulong and others.

The uproar against Yang Xuan suddenly stopped, and Qi Yulong and others stared at Yu Qingcheng.

Yang Xuan frowned and stepped forward to block Yu Qingcheng behind him.

Yu Qingcheng, who has always been weird, did not make any small moves this time, but hid behind Yang Xuan with a reddish face.

Yang Xuan didn't notice the beauty's abnormality. Ignoring Qi Yulong's fierce eyes, he arched his hand at Zhou fengmiao and said, "general, my subordinates do have some conflict with that Liu Heng, but the fact is by no means like that described by general Qi. Please give the general a lesson."

Qi Yulong was furious and said, "you bastard, you still want to sophistry in front of the general, I!"

"Shut up!" Zhou fengmiao slapped the table hard, and Qi Yulong couldn't help closing his mouth.

"You..."

Zhou fengmiao looks at the confrontation between Yang Xuan and Qi Yulong and secretly has a headache.

Knowing that Yang Xuan was a man, he would not believe Qi Yulong's words, but the conflict between the two was a fact. He could roughly guess Qi Yulong's idea of revitalizing the morale of Huben army while Ning Ziwei was away, so it was difficult to make a decision for a time.

On the one hand, there are disciples with excellent character and ability, and on the other hand, general Huben, who has made great military achievements in Xuanmen pass, will chill the other side's heart no matter which side he favors.

However, Zhou fengmiao still prefers Yang Xuan more in his heart.

After a short thought, he quickly came up with a way to get the best of both worlds and said, "let's let go of who is right and who is wrong in this matter..."

"General, i..." Qi Yulong was worried.

"Huh?" Zhou fengmiao glanced at Qi Yulong, who closed his mouth involuntarily.

Alas

Look at Qi Yulong, whose happiness and anger are all shaped in color, and look at Yang Xuan, who is calm and calm. In sharp contrast, Zhou fengmiao has made up his mind.

"Both of you are the pillars of our porch. No matter which one you hurt, it's a great loss. It's not worth hurting harmony for some private resentment."

"How about this!" Zhou fengmiao walked up to them and said, "the strong in the army is respected. The two will have a duel under the witness of our general. No matter the victory or defeat, both sides can't investigate the matter afterwards. How about it?"

"Really?" Qi Yulong's eyes widened in surprise. Although it is nominally a negotiation, to what extent does it not depend on the wishes of the parties? As long as you beat Yang Xuan in front of everyone, you can naturally vent your anger and greatly increase the morale of the Huben army.

"What? You don't want to?" Zhou fengmiao glanced sideways at Qi Yulong.

"Yes, yes! Subordinates yes!" Qi Yulong hurriedly promised and smiled happily. Repairing Yang Xuan was Qi Yulong's purpose. Now he has the opportunity to deliver it to the door. How could he not want to.

The general turned to me.

Qi Yulong even felt that Zhou fengmiao's dignified eyes had a little more cordial flavor.

Zhou fengmiao looked at Yang Xuan and said, "Yang Xuan, what do you think?"

Yang Xuan smiled indifferently and said, "devoid of gratitude and hatred in the first World War is the way that men in our army yearn for. Subordinates have no problem."

"That's good, let's start!" Zhou fengmiao returned to his seat and gave Yang Xuan a look.

Yang Xuan understood that he should pay attention to his discretion. Of course, Zhou fengmiao knows that Yang Xuan's strength is better than Qi Yulong, so this decision has been biased towards Yang Xuan from the beginning.

Poor Qi Yulong knew nothing about it. After receiving Zhou fengmiao's order, he waved back the generals around him, grinned and walked to Yang Xuan. His eyes were excited and said, "what's up, boy? I hope you can stick to this general for a long time, but don't cry like a woman."

"Ha ha!"

Qi Yulong's generals laughed and coaxed one after another.

"That's right! The young marquis is proud and expensive. He may be more delicate than the number one of the brothels in the city. You must be merciful, general!"

"Young Marquis, you have a noble status. Don't cry to your elders if you lose the competition!"

"Ha ha!"

This group of generals laughed at Yang Xuan heartily. No one thought that the aristocratic family with family background would be the opponent of Qi Yulong.

On the other side, Yu Qingcheng's Apricot eyes widened and glared at the group of generals. He clenched his fists to cheer Yang Xuan up: "come on, nerd! You must teach that beard a good lesson!"

Yang Xuan smiled at Yu Qingcheng, faced Qi Yulong and said, "don't you use weapons, general?"

"The weapon has no eyes. What if you hurt the little Marquis? You'd better use your fist." Qi Yulong said politely, but his eyes were full of malice. With Zhou fengmiao as the supervisor, it's useless to use weapons. It's better to teach Yang Xuan a lesson with his fist.

"In that case, please, general."

"Little Marquis, be careful." Before he finished, Qi Yulong suddenly hit Yang Xuan in the face with a fist, which was like a dull roar of thunder.

Just a tentative blow, Qi Yulong has mobilized most of his true Qi!

Qi Yulong was able to rely on his military skills to sit in today's position step by step. He had experienced countless battles. The momentum accumulated over the years was extremely frightening. When he waved his fist, Qi Yulong's body surface was covered with a circle of light blood light like the essence. The murderous spirit rushed to the sky. The whole person was as frightening as Shura in the sea of blood. Even Zhou fengmiao in his seat was slightly moved.

The well-known general Huben is by no means a generation with a false reputation!

Compared with the people outside, Yang Xuan, who was in the center of Qi Yulong's attack, was under great pressure. For a moment, Yang Xuan even had the illusion that the surrounding air would solidify.

"Good! What a general Huben!"

In the face of this powerful and amazing blow, Yang Xuan didn't choose to dodge, but took a deep breath, took his true Qi and met it head-on.

In the army, the strong are respected. Qi Yulong wants to revive the morale of Huben army through Yang Xuan. Isn't Yang Xuan so?

For future development, Yang Xuan also wants to play his own morale! Play your own prestige!