Chapter 6 Collision (Six Dimensions)

"No," Urian Haberle could not believe his ears. Judging from the situation of the fight just now, the fat man "Zhang Xuance" has excellent physical strength and reaction speed. Even if he follows the rules of the wrestling match, he may not lose to Bai Yin. But if he gives up, it is equivalent to taking the initiative to admit defeat and letting his opponent get a huge advantage in vain.

Before he could figure it out, Zhang Songling turned his head to Bai Yin in the field, waved his hand, and shouted loudly: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I quit, I quit, I'll win this game, can't you win?"

"Ah, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" The person who heard his words was stunned at first, then smiled and fell back and forth. Everyone had watched the wrestling for so many years and had seen the player who voluntarily abstained from the voluntarily, but never saw him voluntarily withdrawing after gaining the upper hand. It seemed that his only purpose was to beat his opponent to a bruised face, and he had never cared about the winner or loser of the game.

"You,." In the midst of a kind laugh, Bai Yin's face completely turned purple and black, and she forced herself into such a mess. What's the difference between the fat black fat man voluntarily withdrawing and continuing to stay on the field? Even all the players who ended up next were thrown to the ground with one encounter. In the eyes of the bystanders, he would always be the defeated player of the fat black fat man "Zhang Xuance". He could not change the number one place many times.

He was hesitating about how to force the fat black guy back to the field and give him a chance to wash away the shame, a loud shout suddenly rang in his ears, "He won't compete with you, I'll compete with you, we two will definitely win or lose in one game."

"Okay." The little prince Bai Yin was holding back his evil fire and had nowhere to be released. He didn't even look at the appearance of his new opponent, so he rushed over.

The visitor quickly dodged half a step to the side, avoided Bai Yin's hands that were grabbing his shoulders, and then a dragon pulled out the pillar and hugged Bai Yin tightly. Before his legs could exert force, Bai Yin, who was pounced on the air, suddenly came to the giant python, twisted his upper limbs and arms nearly 70 degrees, and grabbed the attacker's cowhide shoulder from the side and back.

"Hey." "Hey." Both sides exerted their strength at the same time, trying to pull the opponent up and throw them over their shoulders, but because the opponent's efforts were too solid, they did many useless efforts in vain and entangled together, like lions fighting for territory on both ends, fighting hard.

"Okay,." The audience on the field finally came to their senses at this moment, and cheers were heard. This was the real Mongolian wrestling. The two of them who were right were masters who had been hard-working for many years. Unlike the little black fat man who just left the field, they relied on some evil tricks they learned from some unknown places and bullied people.

"It's Su and Beizi from the front flag, and they are the distant nephew of Baolige." As one of the suitors, Urian Haberle has no good feelings for the new ending. "This guy, like his uncle, likes to take advantage of others the most. Seeing that you just made Bai Yin tired..."

Before he could finish a sentence, the situation in the field suddenly changed. The little prince Bai Yin suddenly fell backwards and rolled to the ground. Su He was still trying to make a move upward. He held Bai Yin's waist with both hands, completely helping the other party stabilize his body. The little prince Bai Yin did not appreciate this. Taking advantage of Su He's stunned skill, he quietly stretched forward half a foot forward and swept across the left and right quickly. Then, his half-squatted right leg suddenly exerted force, flipped, crossed, and pressed Su He cleanly.

"Okay,." The audience cheered for the winners loudly, and laughed with kindness at the person who was thrown over. Su and Beizi, who thought they could take the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, blushed with shame, pushed Bai Yin away, got up in shame, and limped into the crowd. When they left, they secretly turned their heads and looked at Zhang Songling, "It's not that something is wrong, why did Bai Yin be fooled so easily by him just now? I changed to me, but when I met, I fell into mud."

Two other suitors were also puzzled, jumping into the field one after another, trying to find Bai Yin’s true severity. The two of them were not as strong and capable as Su He. They were twisted by Bai Yin, and they fell to the ground one after another, blushed and rolled down, and rolled and crawled down.

Including Zhang Songling and Su He, Bai Yin had already fallen with four opponents in a row. According to the previous agreement, he could already leave the off-field rest, but he was unwilling to let his own limelight be snatched away by a fat black man of unknown origin. While adjusting his breathing slightly, he shouted to fight everywhere, "Who else, if you want to get out of the game, hurry up. As long as you fall according to the rules, I will definitely make you lose."

This was a bit too proud, which made many Mongolian teenagers who were unwilling to take advantage of him booby. Then, the little prince Hulahaci rushed into the field, "I just won two games and started bragging. You are not afraid of not having milk next year. Come here and let me teach you a lesson."

"It's up to you," Bai Yin curled her lips gently and pulled away the eagle's wings spreading.

The two of them first greeted each other according to the traditional rules, then saluted to the audience outside. Then, shouted loudly, and pounced on one place, catching, pulling, pulling, pushing, trapping, wrapping, picking, hooking... The movements on their hands and feet made the people around them dazzled.

Compared to the previous games, this game was more pleasing to the audience. Even Zhang Songling, who didn't know how to wrestle, nodded repeatedly, "I am worthy of being a master of teaching a master. If I hadn't practiced with Brother Zhao and Zhou Heizi for several days in advance, it would be difficult to catch Bai Yin off guard today,'

"This little white voice is not weak, why was she forced into such a mess just now?" Just as Zhang Songling was observing the game on the court, several pairs of eyes were quietly observing him.

Judging from his figure alone, the fat black man "Zhang Xuance" is not stronger than Bai Yin. In terms of wrestling skills, he is more than half apart from Bai Yin. In addition, the latter has half the advantage of the home court, and he has come from afar and many other factors. In any case, Bai Yin should have the upper hand. Why is the fact that the opposite side of everyone is the opposite?

"Have he practiced spells?" An old aide from Yete front banner of Wuqi frowned and discussed with his colleagues around him. "I heard that there is a spell called "Tianyi Zui" in the south, which means that as long as you get close to the caster's body, people can't even stand firm."

"That's right, that's right, I'll suggest Princess Siqin searching his body later. We can't ask everyone at home." Several other Duke's staff members whispered.

In recent years, people have been in panic on the grassland, so many bizarre legends can find certain markets near Heishi Village, such as flying swords that can pass bullets quickly, cat-eye stones that can make people lose their minds at a glance, and witchcraft that can be stuck on grass puppets and curse their opponents to death. The so-called drunkenness is just a kind of legend that is relatively marginal, far from the most absurd, and has not reached the widest level of circulation.

But all the absurd legends cannot deceive the real wise man. The old Zhang Jingerde wooden picture of Yetehou Banner of Wuqi is one of them. He heard the discussion around him, and he couldn't help but interrupt softly, "These are all told by the storyteller. They also said that some people can run faster than horses, and you can follow us,"

"Hehe, hehe." The staff stopped talking and shook their heads embarrassedly. Other rumors could cover them. The knowledge about fiddling with animals was a patent passed down by the Mongolian ancestors. No one could be foolish about everyone. Last year, an artist who said a big book was wrongly told the joke about "Zhang Bao before the horse and Wang Heng after the horse" in "The Legend of Yue Fei", and was thought to have insulted Prince Yue's mount and was knocked off the stage. Not only did they not get the expected generous bounty, but they could even afford the return trip with a kind-hearted vendor. (Note 1)

"Then you always say, why did the fat man win just now?" Since the rumors about spells are unreliable, Bai Yin's two games that he lost before have become increasingly confused. Although Bai Yin himself has not yet admitted to being defeated so far, not all the audience is blind. It is impossible to see how embarrassed he was by Fat Man Xiao Zhang before.

"Look at their two arms exposed." Old Zhang Jing Erde Mutu of Yetehou Banner of Wuqi smiled and stroked his beard.

"Arm,." Several aides turned their eyes to Bai Yin and "Zhang Xuance" again. After comparing repeatedly, they did not see any secret. The two were similar in figures, and their arms were about the same length and thickness. The only difference was that there were many ugly scars on the little black fat man's arms, while Bai Yin's arms were as clean as porcelain, without any trace of damage.

"One is the wolf king crawling out of the pile of corpses, and the other is the tiger raised in the greenhouse." Erde Mutu shook his head wisely, "No matter how hard the little prince has practiced, he is a beast who has never seen blood before. The person who died at the hands of the fat man in the Zhang family may be at least forty or fifty. The gap is so big, the two of them have to compete. Standing together, the heights have actually been distinguished. If the fat man hadn't shown mercy just now, Bai Yin's internal organs would have broken many times."

"Ah." When the staff heard this, they all opened their eyes wide open. "You always say, you always say that the injuries on his body are all left behind when he was killed. Oh my God, how many people have to be killed? He is still alive."

"Don't worry about how he survived, you should take care of yourself first." Erde Mutu hesitated for a moment and reminded earnestly, "The origin of this person is probably not as simple as Siqin said. Before everyone figures out his background, it is best not to provoke him on his own initiative. Ah, I won, the little prince won another game."

Before he finished speaking, the winner and defeat in the field were decided. Bai Yin carried it over his shoulder and fell heavily to Zhang Songling's feet. With a "pop", his head was bleeding.

Note 1: In "The Complete Biography of Yue", Zhang Bao and Wang Heng chased Yue Fei's snowflakes for ten miles in order to compete, one ran in front of the horse and the other followed behind the horse. At present, the world record for a five-kilometer long-distance race is 12 minutes and 37 minutes, and the Chinese record is six minutes.

Note 2: Recommended league works, "Wu Yu Jiutian", I am his mentor, please take care of you, http://www.17k.com/book/421507.html
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