Chapter 420 Promotion
Slash diagonally, chop, chop upwards, chop, and chop horizontally!
Qiu Yuezhan stood aside, watching Hua Dang's long sword almost cutting out a flower, but he shook his head secretly.

Zhu Shou also sighed and said, "This Hua Dang can't keep his composure, he is doomed to lose."

Peng Ze nodded and said in agreement: "It seems that his attacks are numerous, but in fact, his moves are chaotic. Every move he made was within Zuo Wuchen's expectations. When did our dynasty have such a master?"

"Since ancient times, masters have been among the people, and gods have emerged from the grassroots. Our Ming Dynasty is rich and powerful, so it is normal for an unexpected master to appear?" Zhu Shou smiled and said casually.

He turned his head to look at Yu Huatian who was hiding in a secret corner, and asked, "Yu Banban, what do you think of Zuo Wuchen's martial arts?"

Peng Ze was quite surprised when he heard this. He had noticed this old eunuch, but he didn't expect him to be a master.

"You are only one step away from becoming a master." Yu Huatian looked at Zuo Lengchan below and inexplicably thought of the man outside the capital a year ago.

Compared with that man, Zuo Lengchan's strength is still a little inferior.

"Oh?"

Zhu Shou asked curiously, "I have seen many experts in the world compete with each other. Who will be the first and the second?"

This question also aroused Peng Ze's interest, and he couldn't help but look at Yu Huatian.

Yu Huatian thought for a while before speaking: "Reporting to the general, the number one in the world is the current emperor. When the emperor is angry, blood will splatter for thousands of miles."

"The second best fighter in the world is the one who traveled thousands of miles to the capital last year to compete with Ou Zhanshi. His body movements are strange and his moves are natural. No one can match him."

"Third."

Yu Huatian paused for a moment before saying, "Marquis Qiu on horseback, and I am your servant on foot."

"Haha, you are not modest at all. What about the fourth and fifth?" Zhu Shou continued to ask with a big laugh.

Seeing that the boss had no objection, Yu Huatian continued, "The fourth and fifth should be between Zuo Wuchen and Ou Zhanshi. These two are both leaders in swordsmanship, and it is hard to tell who is stronger and who is weaker."

"After that, Shaolin Fangzheng became one of the few masters in Shaolin Temple who had mastered the Yi Jin Jing."

"Master Zhou, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, has perfected the Baiyun Temple Xiantian Gong. However, he has not used it for many years, so I don't know how much strength he has left."

"The same situation also happened to Wudang Taoist Master Jingxu. He has been practicing the Wudang Pure Yang Wuji Gong for many years, and his inner strength is unfathomable."

"As for the others, they are just so-so, no comment."

The moment Yu Huatian finished speaking, Zuo Lengchan used a move called "Sleeve Rolling White Clouds" to take away Hua Dang's long sword and threw it out of the arena. Then he pointed the tip of the sword at Hua Dang, and he felt as if his throat had been pierced. He was so scared that he dared not move.

"The winner has been decided!" Qiu Yue saw this, walked to the center of the arena, and said loudly: "The winner is Zuo Lengchan of the Ming Dynasty!"

"it is good!!!"

The Ming people at the scene cheered loudly, while the Mongolians lowered their heads and sighed. Hua Dang was the most skilled martial artist among them, but even he was easily suppressed by others. They had no choice but to accept it.

Zuo Lengchan looked around at the Mongols in the inner field. Wherever his sharp eagle-like gaze reached, every Mongol who met him chose to retreat involuntarily, as if they were frightened by an invisible force.

"If anyone is dissatisfied, you can come to me, Zuo, to fight at any time. One, two, three, or ten or twenty, it doesn't matter." Seeing the Mongolians' angry but unaware appearance, Zuo Lengchan sheathed his embroidered spring sword and said calmly, "Please don't misunderstand me, I'm not targeting you, I'm saying that everyone present is vulnerable."

Zhu Shou was sitting on a high platform. After hearing these words, he silently kept them in mind and prepared to say them himself next time.

These Mongols had always looked down upon the military strength of the Central Plains people, and they became extremely angry after hearing Zuo Lengchan's arrogant words. Dozens of them immediately stood up and wanted to fight Zuo Lengchan.

“Humph, although his martial arts skills are mediocre, he does have some courage.” Zuo Lengchan looked at the man who stood up and said indifferently: “Then let’s go together!”

"Insanity!"

Nearly fifty people jumped into the arena and rushed towards Zuo Lengchan.

Zuo Lengchan exerted force on his feet and rushed towards the crowd like a gust of wind. His sword had not yet been unsheathed, but it had already transformed into a sharp sword energy. His moves were both swift and precise. In the blink of an eye, several people who were rushing in the front were blown away by his powerful energy and fell to the ground.

The people who followed quickly adjusted their formations when seeing this situation. Some punched as fast as the wind, some kicked fiercely, and some even used the Iron Mountain Backbone technique. For a moment, all kinds of martial arts emerged one after another, and the scene was very lively.

However, their strength in front of Zuo Lengchan was just like showing off their skills in front of Guan Gong - they were overestimating their own abilities!
In just half an incense stick of time, more than fifty people fell to the ground.

This scene made not only the Mongols but even the people of the Ming Dynasty fall silent.

They looked at the calm and composed Zuo Lengchan, and everyone understood one thing: he could still beat fifty more!
Zuo Lengchan turned around, half-knelt on the ground facing Zhu Shou, clasped his fists and said loudly: "General, I have fulfilled your orders and won a complete victory!"

"Okay, okay," Zhu Shou stood up and said with a smile, "No need to be polite! You are very good, go down and have a rest!"

"Thank you, General!" After receiving the order, Zuo Lengchan stood up, turned around and walked down the arena.

Zhu Shou was too lazy to look at Hua Dang any more. Instead, he looked at the Mongols and said loudly, "A real man should keep his word when he stands between heaven and earth! From today on, you will be loyal to me!"

"Greetings, General!" Hua Dang sighed, and had to put aside his dignity and lead the elite soldiers of the tribe to kneel on the ground.

"It won't be long before you realize how wise our decision today is!"

Zhu Shou's expression became serious as he spoke, and he said in a clear voice: "From now on, the three thousand battalions will be divided into the upper three thousand and the lower three thousand. The upper three thousand will be led by Zhao Sanhe!"

"The troops of Wuliangha and Duoyanwei will be merged into the Three Thousand Camp, forming the Lower Three Thousand, led by Zuo Lengchan!"

"I obey your command!" Zuo Lengchan felt a surge of joy in his heart, and then he bowed respectfully to express his gratitude.

Seeing that everything was resolved, Zhu Shou turned around and left happily.

Qiu Yue commanded the Ming people to take all the prisoners away, then found Zuo Lengchan and told him some of his experiences: "That's all for now. If you run into any trouble, feel free to come to me."

“Thank you, Lord Qiu!” Zuo Lengchan bowed his hands in thanks and asked, “Lord Qiu, can I bring my own people into the Lower Three Thousand?”

"Haha. Of course you can. Otherwise, how can you, a general without any troops, manage those 8,000 elite cavalry?" Qiu Yue forced a smile and said soothingly, "Go ahead and do it boldly. With Ou Zhanshi and I here, what are you afraid of?"

"The general understands!"

(End of this chapter)