Time comes to the beginning of the hour of Xu.

After nightfall, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the silver-white light shines, covering the earth with a light white outfit.

Outside the city of Kuohan, the atmosphere is very lively.

The warriors of the participating tribes were ready. Some of the heroes appeared in person, while others watched from the wall. Looking at the flag of the divine sheep in the middle, all of them were full of longing.

Before catching the flag, Wuzhu saw Chunyu not far from him. Seeing that Chunyu was going to participate in the competition, Wuzhu couldn't help but sarcastic: "Oh, isn't this a little guy who relies on Qiang? Why, you want to participate in the competition? I won't give in to you later, uncle!"

Then, there was a burst of crazy laughter.

Chunyu's face turned red and white, and he clenched his fists with both hands, wishing he could beat this guy up immediately, but fortunately reason curbed this thought, and he snorted coldly: "Wuzhu, it's not certain who will kill him. You can take care of yourself first!"

On the other hand, Ma Teng also reminded his son: "Meng Qi, be careful!"

Compared to his father's nervousness, Ma Chao was very calm and nodded: "Don't worry, father, I know."

After a gong sounded, the flag was officially begun.

After hearing the sound of the gong, the tribes participating in the competition seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. For a moment, they all stepped apart and rushed from the central arena at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cheers of the Qiang people around him were shocking.

The night that should have been quiet and peaceful was at its peak, but at this moment, it was extremely boiling.

However, among these teams that seized the flag, there were some who did not play according to common sense. They didn't even run and walked forward calmly.

One is Xianling Qiang represented by Ma Chao.

One branch is the Shaodang Qiang where Yan Xing is located.

The last branch is Chunyu's dependence on Qiang.

Ma Chao's idea is very simple. Whoever pulls out the flag from the center of the ring will snatch it from someone else.

After all, the rule of winning the flag is to put the flag back to its own tribe before it can be considered a win. Therefore, instead of fighting for the big flag now, it is better to wait for others to take it away and then grab it yourself, so as to save some effort.

Shaodang Qiang was opposite Qiang, and Yan Xing, who was mixed in the team, glanced at Ma Chao. For him, it didn't matter whether he grabbed the flag or not, but killing Ma Chao was the key.

Chunyu's eyes fell on the tall man beside him. This was the powerful general Ning Wu lent to him, and it is said that it is very fierce.

At this time, someone had already rushed to the middle of the ring. It was a warrior of Huangniu Qiang. He ran very fast and left the others behind far behind.

"Naichao, you're doing a pretty job, go and pull the flag!"

Seeing this, the Huangniu Qiang Haoshuai looked ecstatic, suddenly rose from the position, and roared excitedly.

The Qiang young man named "Naichao" did not hesitate. After jumping onto the ring, he went to pull the flag with both hands.

Clinker, even though he tried his best, the flag did not move at all.

Not only is the flag heavy, but the flagpole is also fixed under it, and a person cannot pull it up at all.

Time is money.

The time wasted by Nai Chao's raising the flag was that a second person had already rushed onto the ring. He took advantage of Nai Chao's raising the flag and immediately kicked Nai Chao from the side, kicked Nai Chao far away, and rolled a few times on the ground.

"This big banner belongs to me, Shen Diqiang!"

Before the man could finish his words, he was flew from the front and turned to the ground.

Gradually, more and more people rushed to the ring.

Hundreds of people fists and feet were added together, fighting together, and the roars and fighting were mixed, and the scene was particularly spectacular.

Blood spilled out of his mouth and nose, and roared and roared in the middle of the ring, all of which stimulated people's senses. The Qiang people from various tribes watching the battle became even more excited, waved their fists, and then shouted: Fight! Fight! Fight!

When it was Wu Zhu's turn to make his debut, he pulled off the fur he was wearing on his upper body, revealing his strong tendon flesh.

Seeing that the ring was in chaos, Wu Zhuo's mouth raised a curve of contempt. He turned around and looked at the nineteen little brothers behind him, and gently pointed his toes to the ground, and ordered: "You guys are waiting here, I'll throw the flag down!"

"Yes, Qiang Shuai!"

The nineteen younger brothers looked at each other and responded in unison.

"What is this guy Wu Zhu doing? Could it be that he wants to go up alone to seize the flag!"

A Qiang man said in surprise.

"This guy is absolutely crazy!"

"He was originally a mad dog, and even Han Sui and the others were unwilling to provoke this guy!"

Speaking of Wu Zhu's deeds, many heroes started a discussion.

These words are naturally inaudible to Wu Zhuo now.

The ring is full of people, not to mention crowding people, it is very difficult to gain a foothold.

He activated his shoulders twice, stretched his arms, then leaned forward and lowered his body, making a move of beasts prey on the ground, slightly raised his heels, paddled his toes, and suddenly roared: Roar!

The whole person swept forward like a strong wind.

Many people were knocked away by Wuzhu on the spot.

That's not all. Wu Zhu didn't stop his hands, grabbed the back of the person in front and threw it out, like a harvester. If someone resisted, he would punch him directly in the face, punch a child one by one, and he threw it out. He basically ended up fainting. He couldn't wake up in a short time, let alone get up and continue fighting.

“So strong!”

Wu Zhuo continued to move forward with his own strength, which made the heroes in the audience amazed, and at the same time, he was worried about the arrival of his son who came to the stage to seize the flag.

Soon, the others on the ring also found Wu Zhu who forced a group to start, and many fists greeted him. But Wu Zhu was not afraid at all. He blocked his iron arms from left to right, and occasionally some fists that were unblocked fell on his body, like a tickling, and could not even break through the basic defense.

On the contrary, if the fist is smashed down, someone will immediately fall down.

Gradually, the number of people blocking the entrance to the middle of the ring was getting smaller and smaller.

These Qiang warriors from other tribes looked at Wu Zhu, and their eyes were full of fear and fear, and they felt their scalp numb.

High output and resistant to beating.

How to push this?

Wuzhuo rushed to the center of the flag planting. Although time had passed for a long time, no one could pull out the flag to this day.

Wu Zhu held the flagpole with both hands and tried hard, but the flag still did not move.

So, his eyebrows and eyes sank, he pulled his arms upside down, and suddenly shouted: "Get up!"

boom!

With the word "日", he tore a big hole into the floor in the center of the ring, and the heavy iron stuck to the bottom of the flagpole also fell down.

After being pulled up, the flag suddenly became much lighter.

Wu Zhu directly raised a throwing throw and threw the flag of the divine sheep in front of his younger brother.

The people on the ring wanted to go down and snatch it, but Wucai turned around with a murderous look, which scared them to retreat again.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing that everyone was cowardly, Wu Zhu couldn't help laughing loudly and was extremely arrogant.
Chapter completed!