If anyone wants to break into the Zhao family military camp, he would be like a sheep entering a wolf's den, as anyone inside could beat him so badly that he could not get up.

Yu Minhong often regretted why he agreed to let his father train with the Zhao Family Army? He wanted to go home!!

The next time he went back from vacation, his father told him that he could never come home unless he made a name for himself.

Wuuwuwu! His life is so difficult. He just wants to eat and wait for death. Why is it so difficult? ?

What made him most angry was that Zhao Chenhai, who was so young but acted like a little adult, actually sent this kid to teach him? ? He needed a little brat to teach him? How could he accept this?

Yu Minhong, who was rebellious by nature, began his suicidal behavior.

Every day, he stopped looking for other people to provoke and started looking for Zhao Chenhai.

What kind of running should we compete in? What kind of trail running should we compete in? We should also compete in competitions.

Anyway, as long as the leader doesn't say anything, he will compete with Zhao Chenhai.

It's just that he loses every time, but he still doesn't believe in evil. He gets more and more courageous and now he has risen to the outside of the barracks.

"good!"

Zhao Chenhai nodded in agreement. He was used to the comparison. This Yu Minhong was incompetent and had a bad temper.

His father said that there are no cowards in the Zhao family. If you are sure of winning, just compete. As long as you don't lose, don't give face to this prince. A martial arts competition cannot be won by giving in.

"Alas! Prince Yu, it's boring for just the two of you to compete, and the opponent is just a young boy. Wouldn't it be a bit like bullying the weak if you compete with him? Let's join in and compete with the five sons of the Zhao family."

A fair-looking man next to Yu Minhong looked at the five sons of the Zhao family opposite him with a flickering look in his eyes and started to make noises.

He had often heard about the might of the Zhao family's army. Today, he was fortunate enough to meet the Zhao family's children, and they were so complete. He had to see them for himself!

"Master Wang is right. Now that we are here, why can only the two of you compete? We also want to compete with the five sons of the Zhao family! Let's see how powerful the Zhao family army is!"

Several teenagers who were traveling with Yu Minhong also started to make noises.

Yu Minhong thought about it and decided, this is not a military camp. If he loses here, he will lose face.

If these brothers were to embarrass him together, he wouldn't have to be too embarrassed.

When Yu Minhong thought of this, he immediately agreed, raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Chenxi and asked:

"Okay! Zhao Chenxi, what do you think? Do you want to compete?"

"Competition? Fine! I have nothing to do right now! I'll play a round with you guys."

Zhao Chenxi looked at the group of teenagers who were looking for death on the opposite side. Since you want to be tortured, they will not stop you and nodded in agreement.

About ten young men stood at the starting point of the racecourse.

This scene made many people look sideways, looking at the dozen or so teenagers on the field with curiosity. What do they want to do?

More and more people gathered in the stands.

Zhao Chenxi and his team were already ready, just waiting for the order to start the competition.

There were a dozen handsome young men, riding on horses with dignity and bearing. All of a sudden, the girls and young ladies in the stands gradually became excited and started discussing Zhao Chenxi and his companions.

"Wow! Which young master are they? They are all so handsome, especially the one wearing dark blue clothes, he is the most handsome."

A lady in the stands looked at Zhao Chenxi with shining eyes and spoke excitedly.

"I think the man in the purple robe is the best looking!"

The girl next to her had a different opinion.

"The two you are talking about are both sons of the Zhao family from the General's Mansion of Zhen State. One is called Zhao Chenxi and the other is called Zhao Chendong. Their families are all good at fighting on horseback. This time, Wang Qian is going to lose miserably."

The older woman at the table next to them was much calmer. She looked at the two men they were talking about and immediately answered them who they were.

"I think the man in the moonlight is good-looking."

The woman at the first table also started talking.

"Him! His third brother from Ning County is now working in the Ministry of Justice and is also a popular new noble in the capital."

The woman looked at the man in white she was talking about, nodded and explained.

"Sister Li, how come you know everything?"

The women around her felt very strange because this woman seemed to be very familiar with the people on the stage, and they asked curiously.

"I just like to listen to gossip when I have nothing to do, so I have heard some news about them."

Miss Li lowered her eyes and smiled faintly.

Later, the girls stopped asking questions. Miss Li raised her head and looked at the dark blue figure on the field with a very complicated expression.

He... probably doesn't remember 놖, right?

The youngsters on the field did not hear the discussions in the stands at all. They only heard a racecourse manager knocking on the bell outside the field.

“Boom!”

A dozen young men shot out like sharp swords.

The one at the front was Zhao Chenxi. After all, he was the oldest in the group and had followed his grandfather the longest in the barracks, so he had learned a lot of skills.

So when competing with these guys, his victory was not fair.

The second one is Zhao Chenhai! Although he is the same age as Zhao Chenfeng and is the youngest, he is the most talented. His current training plan is the same as that of his fourth uncle, so to be precise, Zhao Chenhai is the youngest, but he is the most powerful among their generation and the younger generation of the Zhao family.

If he were still young, he would probably be in a similar position to his fourth uncle by now.

The third one is Zhao Chenxuan. After all, he is the second son of the Zhao family, so he can't be too bad, and he also has a vest, so with his ability, he is already the third one.

The fourth one is Lin Shixiao. Although he is a civil servant, he works in the Ministry of Justice, facing criminal cases every day. If he didn’t have some skills, he would have been retaliated against long ago.

The fifth is Lin Shaoyang, and the sixth is Zhao Chendong. Both of them are not good at fighting. But although they cannot compare with the Zhao brothers, if they are compared with others, their abilities are also among the best.

The seventh one is Yu Minhong. Zhao Chenfeng is also not weak and is behind Yu Minhong.

So after running around, almost all of the Zhao family members were in the front.

All of a sudden, everyone present had a new understanding of Zhao Jiajun.

"These Zhao family members are really amazing. There are so many young masters, but none of them are lagging behind. They are all running in the front."

"Isn't that right? Didn't we say before that the Zhao family army has fallen into decline? How come it is still so powerful?"

The audience outside the venue also started to talk.

At this time, a man in gray-brown clothes, with a mysterious look, answered everyone's questions.

"You don't know this, right? The second son of the Zhao family was cured by a miracle doctor. I heard that this miracle doctor not only cured Zhao Yingfeng's paralysis, but also cured Zhao Yinglang's physical weakness caused by premature birth."

"The Zhao family is now in its heyday. Not long ago, a major incident occurred in the palace. A member of the Zhao family brought a mysterious army into the palace to eliminate the heresy. The emperor now values ​​the Zhao family."

"How do you know that?"

Everyone looked at him strangely and asked.

"Hehe, my aunt's cousin's sister's niece's mother-in-law is a cook in the Zhao family, how can there be no accurate information?"

The man said with a smug look on his face.