Chapter 6 Collision (8)

The audience did not expect that someone would dare to challenge the "Silly Wrestling King". They were all surprised. After looking carefully, they saw that the visitor's figure was half a head taller than "Zhang Xuance" and his shoulders were half a foot wider. Although they were still not as thick as the Silly Wrestling King, the gap between them was no longer as obvious as before.

"Zuyunlong, he is Zuyunlong, hurry up and take him down." Before this person could report his identity, Bao Lige, the Duke of Zhenguo of Yete Banner of Wuqi, was already panicked. While hiding into the middle of the crowd, he reached out to touch the gun at his waist. However, he did not touch any metal objects at all when he was usually hung up the gun. In a panic, a cold and hard thing came from behind and pressed it against his neck tightly.

"Ah, save,,." Baolige was so scared that he opened his mouth and called for help. As soon as he was halfway through his words, his neck was poked hard again. Then, a very low voice rang in his ear, "If you want to die, just shout again, I'm worried that I can't find an excuse to open a fast."

"I won't shout, I won't shout, hero, brave, brave." Baolige was so scared that his legs and feet were weak. He tilted his head and begged for mercy in a low voice, "I have no grudges and no grudges with you..."

"Fart." The man who was holding a gun to him whispered, with resentment in his tone, "Look at your dog's eyes widen and take a closer look. You have no grudges and grudges with me. Half a month ago, which bastard was chasing me with the Japanese."

Baolige didn't dare to look back, and just glanced behind him from the corner of his eyes. The Assassin was the strong man who had just left the field and created a four-game winning chance for Zhang Xuance. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his cheeks were shaved with lush beards.

"You are, you are black beard, black beard." Baolige's body shook, and a hot stream of water drifted down his trouser legs. Zhou Heitan, who was holding a gun, was both angry and despised. He frowned and whispered, "From your virtue, you are still a duke in the country. You are not even as good as an old man with sheep. Let your people stay away. I don't want to kill her guests on Princess Siqin's territory, but if anyone does not follow the rules first, I don't care about holding a duke to hell."

"Does go, dodge, dodge farther away, no, don't you see Brother Hei is chatting with me?" Baolige trembled and roared at his confidant.

His personal bodyguards were planning to find an opportunity to sacrifice their lives to save them, but seeing that their master was so weak, they immediately stopped taking risks, sighed and retreated aside.

"You come forward to the people and tell them not to be afraid. Ruyunlong and I are just here to congratulate the princess on her birthday and will not provoke troubles." Zhou Heitan's dictionary has never had the concept of "stop when you see it is better". He once again pointed the back of the head of the Duke of Dingzhen Guo, Baolige, with a pistol, and whispered the order.

"Hey, hey, be gentle, Hei Ye, be gentle, be gentle, it hurts." Baolige screamed repeatedly, walked forward a few steps, then turned around under Zhou Hei Tan's pressure, and shouted at the people who were fleeing in all directions: "Don't be afraid, fellow villagers, Mr. Long said that he and Hei Ye came to celebrate Princess Siqin's birthday and would not take the initiative to hurt anyone."

"Don't be afraid, fellow villagers, Ruyunlong said that he came to celebrate Princess Siqin's birthday and would not take the initiative to hurt anyone." In order to avoid more harm from his master, Baolige's confidants reluctantly opened their voices to help.

The people near the wrestling arena had already fled nearly half, but some of them were still brave enough to run away. They were standing slanted and watching the limelight more than 20 meters away. After hearing the comfort of Duke Baolige of Zhenguo, thinking about Jiyunlong's usual style of conduct, he gathered up some courage in his heart, pulled each other and moved closer to the near-stadium.

The private soldiers of the Right Banner who were responsible for maintaining order near the stadium had already received a warning from their boss that they were strictly prohibited from being disrespectful to any guests. Therefore, although they were so nervous that they did not make any targeted actions against Ruyunlong and Blackbeard. Instead, they intentionally or unintentionally blocked a sparse wall of people beside the little prince Baiyin, so as not to make trouble impulsively and destroy the festive atmosphere of this Nadamu Conference.

The little prince Bai Yin can change his family many times, and he always wins great political or material benefits for himself. He is naturally very smart. He used tricks because he was rushing to marry Siqin home. At this moment, he felt that today's plan was difficult to succeed, but he slowly regained his calmness and finally became a bit heroic in his words.

He first gently pushed away the personal guards who tried to protect him, and then he pushed the flag directors under Siqin's command aside with his own hands. He took a few steps and gently bowed to the Ruyunlong in the field. "I said that I kept hearing the larks screaming when I went out this morning. It turned out that there were distinguished guests coming. Welcome, welcome, and be the master of the Yete Left Banner of the Wuqin, Bai Yin, the king of the Shouqin, instead of the Yete Right Banner of the Wuqin, my cousin Siqin, welcome the Great Hero of Ruyunlong."

"Your Majesty Shou is polite." Seeing Bai Yin so polite, Ruyunlong had to give up his confrontation with the silly wrestling king for a while and bowed to Bai Yin. "When I was a child, I lived with my master in the banner master's mansion of the right flag for a long time, but I really haven't heard that Siqin is still a cousin with you. When did the little prince arrive? Have you met Siqin? Should I come up and play with him? "

"It's just a little earlier than you." The belly clearly hoped that the other party would die immediately. The little prince Baiyin was still generous on the surface. "There is no need to say hello to my cousin. As for the competition, there is no need. I have won four games in a row just now. I have relied on my real skills and no one wants to let it go. At this moment, I'm very tired, so it's better to watch the fun outside the court."

"Brave."

"Shameless."

"Cooked duck, hard-mouthed." I found that Ruyunlong was standing on his side. The Mongolian teenagers led by Urian Haberd became more courageous, and they all turned around and pointed at Bai Yin's nose and cursed.

Bai Yin, who had recovered from his former calmness, was not angry. He shook his head and responded with a smile: "Is it bragging? I don't mean anything. With so many eyes watching, everyone naturally has a fair reputation in their hearts. However, Hero Long needs to think carefully about whether he should end up. You must know that this Nadamu event has a great significance to His Royal Highness."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rebukes around him immediately rang out again. Gury Haberle, who guessed that Bai Yin was sinister and mean, opened his throat and refuted all the time, "Mr. Long should have ended up in the event, you need to take care of it." "Yes, Your Highness, the princess, hasn't spoken yet, so why do you need to talk too much?" "Mr. Long is standing up for Brother Zhang, can you take care of it?"

Although they were yelling fiercely, they felt a little weak in their hearts. After all, this Nadamu Festival largely included a layer of meaning of martial arts competition and marriage. No matter how many first places Ruyunlong got, his identity as a thief was placed there. It was impossible for him to marry Siqin and he was not worthy of the latter's identity.

However, Bai Yin, in addition to her annoying temper and nature, was far ahead of other competitors in terms of family background, appearance and skills. To some extent, she was a match made in heaven with Princess Siqin.

Ruyunlong herself seemed to be hit by Bai Yin's words. She turned around and looked around the brightly dressed young talents. Her face was gradually covered by dark clouds. But in just a short moment, all the dark clouds were washed away by the sun. The hearty laughter immediately spread to everyone's ears, "Hahahaha, is the little prince saying that Zhao is not worthy of Siqin? Zhao's background is indeed a little ordinary, and she can't give her any gold and silver mountains, but Zhao at least won't let her be shamed in front of others, let alone take her to worship her godfather."

"Hahahahahahaha." Young men such as Urian Haberd and others held their stomachs exaggeratedly, laughing with their backs. Indeed, Ruyunlong was just a lone thief, but his reputation on the grassland was very good. Even the Mongolian nobles who had suffered losses in his hands had to admit that this person was open-minded and could be regarded as a good man. On the other hand, the little prince Bai Yin has relied on various conspiracies since he was a child, and many of his actions were very shameful. Although he always laughed to the end, his reputation was really not very good, especially his behavior of changing the family at critical moments several times. It was simply a replica of Lu Bu in the storytelling. Although no one scolded him as a slave in the three surnames in person, and he brought it up behind his back, no one could help but curl his lips.

Amid the sharp laughter, the little prince Bai Yin had returned to his normal face, but began to slowly turn red and black again. He did not expect that the Yufeng of the Yunlong was as sharp as his marksmanship, and he did not expect that the other party would admit in front of so many people that he had the idea of ​​marrying Siqin. For a moment, he felt powerless and could not find any effective words or means to fight back.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Seeing Bai Yin's embarrassing look, Urian Haberd and others laughed even happier. Although as the current situation continues, they will definitely not have the chance to hug the beauty, but being able to see with their own eyes that Bai Yin, who is determined to win everything, is a rare pleasure in his life.

On and off the court, the only person who was not affected by the language of both sides was the stupid wrestling king Zhuo Ligetu. Seeing Ruyunlong leaving him and talking to Baiyin's two "both waves" endlessly, he felt impatient, and stomped his feet hard and asked loudly: "Hey, silly, are you still competing with me? If you don't compete, just go ahead and change the little black fat man before."

"Of course, it's better." Zhao Tianlong took his eyes off Bai Yin's angry face, stretched his body, and pulled up a standard wrestling starting position.

The stupid wrestling king Zhuo Ligetu was overjoyed and rushed forward without hesitation, grabbing Zhao Tianlong's shoulder with one hand, "Be careful." While shouting to remind the other party, he waved his other arm and blocked all the dodging space from bottom to top.

"Good come." Zhao Tianlong squatted down his legs slightly, moved away from his left hand that was grabbing his shoulders, then closed his arms suddenly, hugging Zhuo Ligetu in the waist, "Hey,."

"Hi,." Although Zhuo Ligetu did not seize the opportunity, he refused to retreat at all. He used his legs and stood firm like a rock. He let Zhao Tianlong tighten his arms around his waist, and he remained motionless. He took advantage of the opponent's old skills to use his moves to hold the opponent's vest from behind with one hand, and reached towards the opponent's belt with the other hand, "Get up for me."

This hug and pull had at least four or five hundred kilograms of impact, but Zhao Tianlong's feet were as if they were nailed to the ground, and they were not pulled at all.

"Hey,." "Hi,." Both sides kept mobilizing their muscles in their bodies, trying to break the deadlock, but they fought like bison fighting for territory.

"OK,,."

"Try harder, work harder, come on, Master Long."

"Come on, wrestling king."

The audience off the court completely forgot their fear and devoted themselves to supporting the game, clapping and stomping their feet, shouting non-stop.

Hearing the long-lost cheers, the first generation of wrestling king Zhuo Ligetu became more motivated. He found an opportunity to strode forward and tried to hook Jiyunlong with a trip. Jiyunlong also felt his opponent's slackness and also poked his left leg towards Zhuo Ligetu's feet. The two of them collided halfway through, and with a "bang." Then, they retracted like a snake, pressing their center of gravity back steadily.

"Hey,." "Hi,." Hey,." He tried his best to try to crush his opponent, but he fell into a stalemate again. No one could gain the upper hand. He found that his opponent's arm strength was not weaker than that of him. Zhuo Ligetu had no intention of continuing to waste it, and shouted "Come again." He suddenly let go of Zhiyunlong and took the initiative to retreat.

The Dragon of the Cloud also let go and retreated without taking any advantage. This move made Zhuo Ligetu look at him with admiration. While swaying the eagle posture, he circled left and right, looking for flaws to attack again, he praised loudly: "You are very powerful, better than everyone just now, including that little black fat man. He will definitely not be able to fall you, but his murderous aura is heavier than you, and he is also a good opponent."

"Thank you for your compliment," Zhao Tianlong said solemnly, pulled his arms wide, and circled left and right like an eagle like the other party, looking for flaws worth taking risks.

The two of them walked around the venue face to face, but no one dared to take action easily, making the audience outside the venue feel itchy and clapped their hands and stamped their feet, and sent cheers into the contestants' ears one by one.

"What a great opportunity."

"Push up and throw him over."

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, ah, I'm pounced on it, the wrestling king is mighty."

Like a tiger, Zhuo Ligetu pounced at Zhao Tianlong again, who flexibly avoided, fought back, caught, pulled, pulled, pushed, tweeted, entangled, picked, hooked, and many moves emerged one after another, fully exerting the essence of Mongolian wrestling.

In a blink of an eye, a stick of incense passed, and the two sides were still indistinguishable from falling. Their faces were covered with sweat, and their breathing was as loud as a roar.

"Smash him over, throw him over." Bai Yin, who had been furious before, also regained his energy, rushed to the next to the venue, and loudly encouraged Zhuo Ligetu, "Smash him over, I will give you a hundred sheep and fifty cows, so that you can eat meat every meal in your life."

"Smash him over, fall him over, Master Long, we will invite you to drink later." Wurian Haber and others confronted Bai Yin and cheered for Zhao Tianlong loudly.

After all, he is already old, and Zhuo Ligetu's physical condition is far inferior to his heyday. He dared not continue to compete with Ru Yunlong for physical strength. He took a short time and put his hands on the other party's back. Ru Yunlong was prepared for it, jumped away quickly, then turned around and pushed it horizontally, with his palms hitting Zhuo Ligetu's shoulder.

"Hey," with a sudden shout, the stupid wrestling king Zhuoligetu took a few steps back and sat down with a loud bang.
Chapter completed!