Chapter 6 Collision (Sixth)

"Hiss,." The audience standing on the inside was breathing in, and the eyes of the participants looking at the next game were filled with awe.

Because of the long-term work in the wild and the fact that there are more dairy products and meat in the food than in the Central Plains, the herdsmen are very strong in figure, but compared with the one who challenged Bai Yin, it is still much worse. Especially in terms of appearance, the herdsmen's tyranny gives people the feeling that they are solid and heavy, like pieces of just mined iron ore, hard but without any luster. When the person who walked into the venue was like a treasure knife that had been tempered for thousands of times. No matter how much soil and blood stains were stained on the outside, it could not block its sharp edge.

"You,." The little prince Bai Yin was also secretly surprised. He originally thought that the "crawn and cunning" fat black man "Zhang Xuance" would definitely instigate other suitors to take the lead until he was exhausted and then he would come to the scene to get a bargain. Who would have thought that this person not only did not use Urian Haberd as cannon fodder, but instead jumped down.

"What, the little prince looked down on me and didn't want to fight me?" Zhang Songling wanted this effect, bowed his hand and asked loudly.

"How dare you, how dare you?" Bai Yin quickly bowed back, "I just think you are a guest from afar, and I want you to rest for a while."

Zhang Songling smiled and bowed lightly, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am an impatient person and don't want to wait outside the field, so I snatched the first one and ended up competing with you earlier, so I can watch other people's liveliness with peace of mind."

'Just because he didn't want to wait outside the court, he was the first to "send his death". This guy also watched the game too much,' Bai Yin frowned slightly, and was very dissatisfied with "Zhang Xuance"'s attitude towards the competition. But when he saw the other party's body was obviously a newly borrowed cowhide shoulder, his dissatisfaction immediately turned into confusion, "Have you ever fallen with someone before? Who did you borrow this piece from Zhaodage? It doesn't seem to fit very well."

"The first time I fell." Zhang Songling shook his head honestly, "I just borrowed one from someone under Siqin when you were changing your clothes. Why, is it wrong for me to dress."

"Hahahaha--" The audience who had been shocked by Zhang Songling's scars and gasped in the air, could no longer bear it. They laughed so hard that they could not even know how to wear a cowhide shoulder, but they actually dared to challenge the little prince Baiyin first. Is there any joke in the world that is more hilarious than here? You know, wrestling, horse riding and archery are basic skills that every grassland man must master. From the beginning of knowing how to walk, until he started a family and started a career, hereditary nobleman like the little prince Baiyin, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, has been guided by countless famous teachers since he was young. As long as he was not too mud to support himself, it was very difficult not to become a master.

"Brother Zhang, otherwise, you can rest outside the court first and let others compete with me first. Wait until you see clearly how to fall, and then come up to teach you how to do it." The little prince Baiyin also suppressed his smile and persuaded Zhang Songling to leave the field very considerately. In his opinion, it doesn't take too much effort to win the fat black man "Zhang Xuance", but this is inevitable that it is a bit unfair, especially with the attention of thousands of pairs of eyes, winning will not add much glory to his face.

"No need, I won't learn it in a while anyway." Zhang Songling smiled and shook his head, still full of honesty, "I will let the trick I know is, little prince, please give me some advice."

As he spoke, his body suddenly took a step back, bent his knees and bowed, his eyes piercing Bai Yin's eyes like lightning.

The little prince Baiyin had already become contemptuous. In a hurry, his mentality could not be adjusted. As soon as his eyes and "Zhang Xuance" were on his face, his scalp suddenly suddenly broke out, and he jumped a few steps to his body sideways, his arms bloated, like a bison confronting a leopard.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if there is any. When the audience around the venue saw Bai Yin pulling off the air, they realized that this person might be the best wrestling master in a radius of hundreds of miles. They immediately started to cheer, "Okay," "Stop, throw him over, teach him a lesson."

"What a fucking thing, it's a flashy air." Prince Hulahaci, Urian Haberle and other young talents, knew that Zhang Xuance would definitely lose, but they stood aside with him loyally, stamped their feet and whispered, and shouted to Bai Yin.

Immediately someone was dissatisfied and started to fight back with his neck in his arms, "How do you know that my prince is a flowery air? If my prince is a flowery air, no one on the grassland will know how to fall."

"I just said he was a flowery stubborn, what's wrong?" Prince Hulahaci and Zhang Xuance had little friendship, but they hated Bai Yin, who was young and richer, gritted their teeth and stubborn to the end. "If he was not a flowery stubborn, why hadn't he been pounced on it yet? Although the other person's posture was not enough, he was still scared to him so much that he did not dare to act rashly."

"Nonsense, my prince is teasing him, catching mice, catching mice, do you know?" The flag Ding under Bai Yin's command roared loudly, but he felt a little weak in his heart.

"Stop, fall, little prince, hurry up and take him down." The audience around him were also puzzled, waved his arms and kept cheering Bai Yin.

Amid the cheers like a tsunami, several beans of sweat gradually oozed out from Bai Yin's forehead. How painful it was to be targeted by "Zhang Xuance". At this moment, he was the only one who knew. Indeed, from the perspective of posture, the fat man of the little black doesn't know how to fall, but the fat man of the little black is absolutely able to know how to kill people with bare hands. Bai Yin believes that if he really treats this person as a young man who knows nothing, let alone knock him down, it is hard to say whether he can guarantee that he will leave alive.

After slowly moving his legs, Bai Yin tried to find the flaws of the little black fat man from the side, but as soon as his body moved, the little black fat man's body also moved, turning slightly sideways at an angle, like a rifle waiting to be fired, and the sight star locked the target tightly.

After finally getting rid of the knife-like eyes, Bai Yin was reluctant to continue to be at a disadvantage. He immediately accelerated his pace and swayed left and right. He used many tricks of Mongolian-style wrestling, which were full of rhythm. Every move exuded the rich masculine beauty of his legs. The fat black man on the opposite side responded with an ugly move that never changed, as if he could do nothing except this move.

Moving left, right, waving his arms, and swaying his waist and hips. The tricks used in Mongolian wrestling were used by the little prince Baiyin in just one minute. He turned sideways, turned sideways, turned sideways, and turned sideways. The fat black man "Zhang Xuance" mechanically repeated the same action, and used his eyes to send a stream of murderous aura to Baiyin's eyes, suppressing all changes in the opponent.

The murderous aura that rolled out from the sea of ​​blood could only be felt by those who were right to him. However, the audience outside the venue only saw the machinery and ugliness, and could not bear the two of them on the field only did not fight against their eyes. They opened their voices and urged loudly, and the sound was like waves at the high tide, "fall, fall, fall over him." "fall, fall, fall, fall, take him down quickly." "Be kind to him, hurry up and throw him down."

The little prince Baiyin was irritated by the urging. He suddenly took a big step in a slanted direction and reached out to hit the shoulders of the fat black man "Zhang Xuance". This was a very classic move of "moving down the cow". If he pressed it straight, even the bull would have to stagger. Unexpectedly, before he could use his move, the fat black man who had been standing sideways suddenly rushed up, and his whole body was like a cannonball that had been out of the box, hitting the chest of the little prince Baiyin.

"Ah." Bai Yin was shocked and instinctively retracted his arm to block it. The thick arm bumped into the shoulder of the fat black man who bumped into him and ran into a muffled sound in the air. With a muffled sound, everyone outside the field began to get scalp. Looking at the little prince Bai Yin, he was knocked back five or six steps in succession. He finally stepped back into the crowd and barely stood firm again.

"I'm giving up." The bayonet-like fat black man "Zhang Xuance" suddenly regained his vitality. He stood in the field and bowed gently to the little prince Baiyin who had already left the field.

"Ah,." The audience was stunned at first, and then they all burst into anger and protested, "No, this game cannot be counted."

"Not count, you cheat and make a fraud."

"No, you're not falling."

Not only was Qi Ding under Bai Yin's command full of indignation, but even Urian Haberle and others who were originally planning to deal with their common enemy with Zhang Songling could no longer be assured and shouted for him. They turned their heads one by one, and the expression on their faces was both embarrassing and happy.

Seeing that the audience was indignantly adhering to justice for themselves, the little prince Baiyin quickly recovered from his loss. While moving his shoulder blades that were almost hit by the wrong position, he shouted: "Brother Zhang, although you are a guest from afar, you cannot be so unreasonable. We Mongolians wrestle focus on five moves of catching, pulling, pulling, pushing, and pressing, and taking the opponent down as the winner. I have never heard of the move of using my shoulder to hit him, nor have I ever heard of the winning move to knock the opponent out of the circle. I have never heard of winning."

"You can't use your shoulder to hit you," Zhang Songling frowned and looked at the audience around him, and asked hesitantly.

"No, probably not." The audience who was swept by his eyes immediately stopped protesting, retreated guiltily, and murmured.

"What they said is true." Zhang Songling seemed unwilling to believe these people's words, turned his eyes to Bai Yin and confirmed in a low voice.

"No, it should..." Bai Yin's face was red and hot. After thinking about it, she said gritted her teeth, "Although there is no explicit rule that you can't hold your shoulders, you must not be falling in those few strokes just now. Besides, I was just knocked out of the circle by you, but I didn't fall down, so, so at most, we both fell flat at most. You didn't win, and I didn't lose."

"What he said is true," the third person asked by Zhang Songling was Urian Haberle. The latter scratched his head awkwardly and hesitated, "It should be true. The key is that everyone has never seen a person who falls like you before, so it should be a draw. The previous round was considered a draw, but you can still throw him down next round anyway."

"Get, draw." Driven by the flag digger beside Bai Yin, the audience spoke in unison, not entirely because they were clinging to wealth, but because they really couldn't accept the alternative "wrestling" tricks of the fat black man.

Everyone thought that more pressure would be needed to ensure the fairness and excitement of the game, but the fat black man was good at it, pressing his arm down, and shouted: "The draw is a draw, as long as it is not considered to be my loss."

"Ah,." For the third time, people exclaimed at the little fat man's actions. Then, they felt a little embarrassed, as if they had just bullied a foreigner.

"Then thank you brother Zhang for being generous." Fearing that Zhang Songling would repent, Bai Yin snatched forward a few steps and quickly returned to the field. "We two have done it again, and I will never let you bump into the field again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge horse boot had already flew over his chest. Bai Yin shouted while resisting, "Don't kick the stomach, don't kick the stomach. We are falling, not fighting."

"Can't kick," Zhang Songling held his feet blankly, looked around, then rushed forward, using his hand as a knife, and poked Bai Yin's throat. Bai Yin, who had been prepared, jumped out half a foot away, swaying his hand to remind him, "Can't poke the throat."

"Okay." Zhang Songling agreed simply and neatly, turning his palm into a fist, and hit Bai Yin's nose with a virtual move, followed by a real move to Bai Yin's penultimate rib. This was the ultimate skill he learned from the veterans of the hundred battles in the army. Once it hit, it would be enough to displace the opponent's kidneys and fainted from the pain on the spot. Although the little prince Bai Yin had never seen this move, he knew that he could not bear it. He quickly jumped out several steps and protested loudly, "Don't smash the weak ribs, don't take the black hands from behind, don't lock the throat, don't poke the eyes..."

"No hair is allowed to pull your ears, no ears are allowed. Oh, my face, my face..."

"Boom." The audience stomped their feet and laughed, and were so funny that they were unstoppable by the "wonderful" competition on the field. Now, even the blind man could see that the little black fat man didn't know how to fall at all, but the little black fat man's ability to beat people was defeated by Bai Yin many times. If he hadn't been restricted by the rules of wrestling, he might have been beaten to a disabled person and thrown out of the field.

While making a fuss, the fat black man suddenly stopped chasing Bai Yin, stood up, and shouted loudly, "This is not accurate, that is not accurate, what do you want me to do?"

"I, I..." The little prince Baiyin was both ashamed and aggrieved, and his face turned purple and black. "What I told you about is serious wrestling rules, you, you don't know anything at all."

"Hey, brother, where did you learn your tricks?" Urian Haberle walked forward and whispered to "Zhang Xuance", "He is a prince after all. If you kill him accidentally or make him disabled, the princess will not look good in terms of face."

"Oh." After hearing his words, the fat black man Zhang Songling shook his head in annoyance, then smiled again, and suddenly made a decision that no one could guess, "That's it. Since I don't let any moves be used, I won't compete with him. You know, you will continue playing, I'll watch the fun next to me."
Chapter completed!