In fact, in terms of figure alone, there is not much difference in races between the north and the south. After all, in the present south, many of the populations migrated during the war in the late Tang Dynasty.

The reason why people in later generations think that the differences between the north and the south are mainly due to the differences in food cultures in different places and the polarization of young men and women's aesthetics.

Just like the sisters in the north are generous and generous, while the girls in the south are beautiful. Over time, the standards for men to choose a mate will naturally be differentiated.

Just like now, when we see more than a dozen men who are too tall and strong, walking onto the platform, the girls in the audience immediately make two completely different voices.

The girls with strong auras were naturally cheering, while the girls with delicate bodies covered their eyes like they were looking at monsters.

This is the same with Zhao Mujin in the second floor compartment. She didn't expect that Yun Yi would actually find more than a dozen "monsters" to participate in today's Cuju competition. She thought that Yun Yi would let Hu Yanzhuo find more than a dozen people who are proficient in football skills.

No matter how bad it is, it is not bad to directly gather the ball heads of the Cuju teams in Bianjing City to form a representative team.

After Ma Zhaohan and others stood firm one by one, the three referees were around them as thin as three children.

The referee in the lead swallowed, looked up at Ma Zhaohan with difficulty, and compared it secretly, and found that his eyes could only look straight at Ma Zhaohan's crunching nest. You know, he has always been very confident about his height.

At the same time, he also had a bad premonition about today's Cuju competition. As the most experienced referee in Bianjing City, the Cuju competition he hosted was not a thousand or eight hundred.

In his perception, if you want to kick Cuju well, height is not enough. The most important thing is to be flexible in all limbs, run fast, and jump high... And a person with tall and strong body and muscles is synonymous with stupidity in his opinion.

He glanced at Zhao Mujin, and the referee in charge sighed helplessly. He was not optimistic about the people he found by "Zhao Mujin".

The next one to appear was the Cuju team member of the Liao Kingdom.

The person in the leader was Jin Wushu who had bet on the head. This guy was quite huge, over six feet tall, and as wide as a black bear, and he was always the capital he was proud of.

Jin Wushu, who was already quite proud, looked at the opponent's player in a daze the moment he climbed onto the platform.

Especially Ma Zhaohan and Daniu, this was the first time he met a similar person who crushed him in his figure on the territory of the Song people.

Jin Wushu frowned and looked back at Yelu Yanxi, who was holding the railing with both hands on the second floor, and his eyebrows were also frowned.

A thought arose in the minds of both of them. I am afraid that they will not be able to get good today. They use their physical advantages to fight against each other. They had already formulated a tactic, but... they didn't expect that the Song people would take the trick.

You think I'm on the third floor, but in fact I've already got out of the atmosphere. The two of them looked at each other and felt like they were being fooled.

Yelu Yanxi frowned, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then nodded to Jin Wushu in a vague way, and pointed his elbows and chest with his fingers.

Seeing this, Jin Wushu's slightly frightened expression instantly filled with a sinister smile.

In order to help Yelu Yanxi win the game, several military advisors from the Daliao were doing everything they could. Now they have almost no physical advantage, and they may be crushed, but they are no longer afraid because they have a backup plan.

Jin Wushu touched the sharp object hidden under the leather goods, and a bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes.

Soon, the referee directly sounded the gong at the beginning of the game.

However, while the sound of the gong was still lingering, three "bang bang" sounds came one after another on the kick stage.

The referee had just handed the gong to the servant beside him, and his attention was not on the cuba platform. When he looked back, he saw three Liao men flying out of the cuba platform under his gaze in slow motion.

"What the hell is this? He's going to commit a foul as soon as he comes?" He instinctively wanted to stop the game.

However, before he could move, the other two, as the vice referee, stood up directly.

Only one of them shouted: "Left Army: Sange, Bagu, Chamu, maliciously hit people, warned him once... the Right Army obtained the right to attack."

"Well……"

The referee was stunned for a moment, looking at the vice referee incredibly, and his gaze seemed to be saying, "No, you are too partial. People are knocked off the stage, are you still making a move?"

However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as the vice referee finished speaking, Fanlou cheered instantly.

"Hahaha, have you seen it? Those three Liao people are so funny."

"I thought the Liao people were all strong men. This comparison was just like that. They stood there and couldn't even hit them, and they bounced themselves out. What's this called? This is called stealing chickens and losing rice..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that our Song Dynasty would have such a heroic man. Why didn't you find him before?!"

"Stop talking. They obviously did it on purpose just now. These Liao people really couldn't change the dogs and they were fouls when they came."

"A moment just now, if it were an ordinary person, he would probably be hit directly. It's so terrible. You can hear the sound of them colliding from such a distance..."

On the platform, when he saw his three subordinates climbing up from the ground without falling down, Jin Wushu raised his thick eyebrows.

I saw him looking at the twelve men opposite him with a bad expression, especially the three men who had just bounced out his three subordinates.

Jin Wushu tightened his fist as the size of a casserole and turned around and winked at his subordinates. The other people looked like they were climbing the three people who could climb the platform, and a malicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Jin Wushu said in the language of the Jurchen tribal: "Attack on their weaknesses in a while, and don't keep your hands."

The other men looked at each other and responded confidently: "We will not be lenient."

At the same time, they touched the leather protective gear everywhere on their bodies without any trace. The smooth calfskin was sunk downwards, and sharp convex points floated on the surface of the leather...

This time it was the Song Dynasty team's turn to attack. Yang Zhi winked at Cheng Feiyang on the cubicle. Cheng Feiyang nodded, gently threw the kick ball in his hand, and drew a graceful arc on the goal, and landed towards Jin Wushu on the opposite side.

Jin Wushu was waiting for them to attack, but he didn't expect that the ball was on their heads so quickly. Although he was a little confused, he would definitely not miss such a good scoring opportunity.

So he jumped into the air with agile posture, intending to catch the kick ball firmly with his chest.

Da, Jin Wushu raised his lips and it was not difficult for him to catch a ball. He looked back at the players behind him and wanted to hand the kick ball over to them for a while before shooting himself.

However, just when I turned around, I saw that there were eleven team members behind me, standing near a Song man with no intention of being bad.

In the rest area not far away, the Army advisor who temporarily cameoed the coach hurriedly shouted: "Wu Shu, don't pass the ball, just shoot directly, quickly!"
Chapter completed!