Where the car parked, the herdsmen gathered around the caravan stalls. Nabarhu was a warrior from Aji's tribe. He was burly and tall, one and a half head taller than ordinary herdsmen. He was a big guy in the Ming Dynasty.

"Balhu!" "Balhu!"

As Barhu took off his clothes and half exposed his tendon flesh. At this time, it was almost noon, and the sun shone on Barhu's bronze skin, which made the Mongolian man look extremely powerful. The herdsmen around him shouted, very noisy, like a downtown...

"Wait, Barhu will tear you apart!"

“…Don’t be scared to pee your pants…”

All kinds of insults and intimidations were spoken from the herdsmen. The faces of the guys around Gao Jin changed color. They had never seen such a scene. The Mongolian herdsmen who shouted loudly were all ferocious in their eyes, just like a group of thugs who could rush up at any time.

Gao Jin looked at Barhu who raised his hands to motivate the herdsmen, and did not lose his calm because of those almost provocative and frenzied shouts. Not far away, the uncles rushed over and they heard the noise here.

Lao Chen and the others rode their horses, allowing the herdsmen surrounding the caravan camp to retreat a lot of distance. The originally narrow field suddenly became wider. Barhu did not take the caravan people to heart, but just looked at Gao Jin and said coldly, "Do you compare?"

"The competition also requires rules. No matter how you compare and how you decide the winner or lose, you need a charter." Gao Jin said slowly. The Barhu in front of him was definitely prepared. As soon as he came up, he untied the scimitar from his waist and took off his clothes, which was obviously to fight with him.

All his martial arts are all about equipment such as bow, sword, spear, and even though he has practiced fists and feet, the serious military clans of the Ming Dynasty never waste their time practicing close-up skills. The empty-handed kung fu is a skill that can only be practiced in the world.

When Gao Jin spoke, a group of knights rode on horseback in the camp of Aji tribe not far away. After a while, he arrived and vaguely competed with the knights in the caravan.

The leader of this group of Mongolian knights was nothing but Habadantel, who was greeting the caravan yesterday. He looked at the half-armed Barhu, and then said to Gao Jin, "Big nephew, Barhu is the best wrestler here, you are not his opponent."

Gao Jin looked at Habadantel, who looked good for him, and stepped forward, "Since you are going to compete, why not compare to riding and shooting archery? Aren't the descendants of the Golden Family always proud of their skill in archery and horse skills!"

"Big nephew, the sword and arrow are blind. You are a guest from afar. It hurts the harmony of using a sword and arrow."

Habadantel smiled and looked honest, but a hint of cunning flashed in his narrow eyes. He took over the horse thief prisoner from the caravan yesterday. After inquiring, he learned that Gao Jin's shooting skills were superb. Although Barhu was a famous warrior in the tribe, his shooting skills were ordinary.

Listening to Habadantel's words, Gao Jin's group of uncles were all angry. The Mongolians were good at wrestling. The Barhu looked tall and strong, as strong as a blind bear. If he fell, no one was his opponent. Gao Jin was their favorite junior. How could Gao Jin lose his temper here?

"Uncle Chen." Looking at Old Chen who was piping his horse out of anger, Gao Jin called him decisively.

"The guests are at your disposal. Since they are going to compete in wrestling, it's okay for their nephew to accompany you." At this point, Gao Jin looked at Habadantel and shouted: "Since you are going to compete in wrestling, I don't know how you decide whether you will lose, whether you fall out of the circle or lose until you can't get up."

"Of course, it's until the opponent can't get up." Before Habadantel could answer, Barhu said loudly with a grim smile. From the beginning, this Ming boy ignored him, which made him feel angry.

"Xiao Jin." Old Chen looked at Gao Jin with a calm face. His words of reprimanding came to an abrupt end, but the old brothers behind him also fell silent. At this time, they chose to believe that Gao Jin would not disappoint them.

"Don't worry, uncles and uncles, if you fall, you have practiced it." Gao Jin said with a smile, and then he also untied his clothes, revealing his muscles that had been worn for many years.

"Mulan, Xiaojin has practiced wrestling, why don't I know?" Wei Lianhai asked with a frown to his daughter, but Mulan was also confused. She followed Gao Jin since she was a child, but she had never heard of Gao Jin even falling, so she could only say nervously, "It's probably only been practiced in the past six months, right?"

Barhu knew Chinese and Gao Jin's words, he understood seven or eight points, but he was not good at verbal disputes, so he just stared at Gao Jin fiercely, and decided to teach this young man from Ming a lesson later so that he could know his strength.

Habadantel knew that Barhu came to find fault this time, and he beat the Gao family caravan according to Ulihan's intention, and his master was happy to see this situation. At this time, the Mongolian herders around shouted again. Behind Barhu, the herders cheered and encouraged him. In their opinion, Barhu, who had always been the champion of the wrestling competition at the Nadamu Conference in the Ministry, won. The pretentious Ming warrior would be thrown into a very bad situation by Barhu, and might even lose his life.

The caravan was silent. Gao Jin's uncles were ruthless and didn't talk much, but the guys were all looking like earth at this time. No one could think that Gao Jin could beat the Mongolian man like a blind bear on the opposite side.

Squat down and stretched, wrapped his hands around his shoulders, and twisted his waist left and right. In the eyes of everyone, Gao Jin took off his clothes and did those strange movements, sometimes kicking his legs back and forth like a big toad, and sometimes stretching like a big cat.

"Is this scary!" "He thought he could win by jumping around like this?"

Gao Jin was unmoved by the noise around him, but just focused on doing warm-up exercises. When he was studying in the past, he was a genuine player in the wrestling club in college, which was one of the few specialties he could show off. He had practiced both classical wrestling and freestyle wrestling, and when he was teaching in Inner Mongolia, he also played Mongolian wrestling.

Habadantel made people draw a venue. Although Gao Jin and Barhu were determined to lose until one side could not get up, there were still rules that should be included. Mongolian wrestling was called Buck. At the beginning, Buck was compared with fate. Wrestlers decided on life and death. It was not until the Yuan Dynasty that the rules were changed and there was a standard for judging wins and losses.

However, at the moment, Gao Jin and Barhu were both holding their breath, and the conventional judgment criteria were naturally uncountable. After the scene was finished, the two of them entered the circle, took off their tops and only wore pants and belts. Gao Jin felt that his muscles were full of energy and could explode at any time.

At this time, the Mongolian wrestling competition was not as complicated as in later generations. It had special wrestling clothes and dance steps for fighting. Everything was simple and direct. After Gao Jin and Barhu stood still, they stared at each other tightly.

Gao Jin was not shorter than Barhu, but his figure was a little thinner, but in the eyes of everyone, the difference in size between the two was like a black bear and a leopard. When Barhu smiled and opened his big hand to catch Gao Jin, the timid guys in the caravan closed their eyes in fear and did not dare to watch the next scene.

Just as Barhu pounced forward, Gao Jin, who was lying down, rushed forward as if he had a spring. The moment he avoided Barhu, twisted his waist and went behind Barhu. Then he hugged Barhu's waist with both hands, and then burst out with the power of inertia, and hugged Barhu, who was a circle bigger than him, to the ground.

This series of movements was like lightning. Until Barhu was hit hard and his head was hit on the ground, and the dust splashed everywhere. The Mongolian herders who were still cheering were like they were broken and there was no sound.

Old Chen and Wei Lianhai almost shouted out. No one could have imagined that Gao Jin's wrestling skills were so powerful. With just one round trip, they knew that Barhu was definitely not Gao Jin's opponent, so the tension on his face disappeared, leaving only calmness and calmness.

Barhu shook his head and climbed up from the ground. Gao Jin's hug and flip was too fast just now. He was underestimating the enemy and didn't see clearly. As he stood up, the Mongolian herders came back to their senses and cheered for him again.

Seeing Barhu get up, Gao Jin didn't give him any chance to breathe. At that moment just now, even if this big guy didn't concussion, it would definitely not be much better. Gao Jin walked around again, like a quick leopard rushing behind the clumsy black bear, and another classic back throw, throwing Barhu heavily to the ground.

Unlike just now, this time everyone saw clearly how Gao Jin exerted force to fall to the ground by the Barhu, who was a circle bigger than him. The visual impact force that was more prominent due to the size difference made the Mongolians around him silent.

"sharp!"

Habadantel's voice trembled. He had never seen a wrestler as powerful as Gao Jin. Even when he was young, he had seen it at the Nadamu Conference in Tumot's tribe. He could not think of any Mongolian warrior who could be Gao Jin's opponent.

"Get up!" "Get up!" "Get up, get up quickly!"

Someone among the Mongolian herders shouted that they could not accept the defeat of Barhu by Gao Jin. The scene in front of them should not be reversed. The Ming kid was unconscious and Barhu showed off his power. Then they could take the position of picking up goods from the caravan stall.

Barhu was so dizzy that his head was thrown, but the sounds made him ashamed. Thinking that he had been fallen twice by Gao Jin, his eyes were bloodshot and his hands supported his body and stood up again.

Gao Jin's eyes were cold. If the opponent in front of him was smart enough, he should lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. He would wake up again after he recovered. But since he chose to be shameless, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Barhu, who was still holding the back and stumbled, was temporarily deficient in the brain because of the two hits to his neck, still couldn't react. He was hugged by Gao Jin again and hugged and fell heavily to the ground. This time Gao Jin strengthened the falling power on his waist and abdomen. As the dust splashed, Barhu fell into dust, and this time he did not get up again.

In a silence, Gao Jin, who was shirtless, was in the sun, and the sweat from his muscles shone brightly. Suddenly, the Mongolians shouted, "Head cloth helmet! Head cloth helmet! Head cloth helmet!"
Chapter completed!