The atmosphere at the banquet was a little awkward. After all, Yang Xuan was here to stir up trouble. It was strange that the atmosphere could be better.
Ursu rolled his eyes and asked to go to the bonfire party outside to see the excitement.
Yang Xuan readily agreed.
I've already spoiled the banquet in this room, why don't you take me to another place to continue spoiling it?
The bonfire party outside is such a big scene, what if I ruin it?
Hehe, Yang Xuan feels excited just thinking about it.
There were four or five bonfires lit in the open space outside, and each bonfire was crowded with people.
I have to say that the bonfire party of the prairie people is quite atmospheric. There are people singing and dancing, some holding hands, drinking and joking, and some playing shirtless wrestling.
It was the twelfth month of winter, and even though we were by the campfire, being shirtless was a bit exaggerated.
But looking at the greasy bodies of those prairie men, they must have been smeared with some kind of cold-proof grease.
Who says there are no good things in the grassland? This thing is a good thing.
After the trade is completed, the boss and the boss will have to go back to this thing.
Ursu pointed at the men who were wrestling, laughed loudly and said, "Master Yang, how powerful are the men on the grassland?"
Yang Xuan nodded: "Yeah, mighty, mighty."
Ursu frowned again, did this kid speak so perfunctorily?
Are you looking down on our warriors on the grassland?
If you want to say that the wine and food are not as good as those from Da Sheng, I have nothing to say. But if you look down on the men on the grassland, it is unreasonable. In terms of individual soldier combat capabilities, how can the men on my grassland be comparable to those from Da Sheng?
of?
In fact, he is quite good. According to Yang Xuan's character, if his words are not speculative, one sentence can make you hit a wall.
But Ursu had never seen Yang Xuan's talkative skills. He blocked the words he originally wanted to brag about, and he even wanted to spit it out.
But before he could think of words to speak, Zhang Junbao said: "This is wrestling on the grassland. Isn't this a game played by children in our village?"
As soon as he said these words, Ursu and all the prairie people next to him suddenly had their eyes bulging. It was just a game played by children. This was a battle between warriors on our prairie.
"No one will treat you as a mute if you don't speak." Yang Xuan also scolded Ursu immediately, and then gave Ursu a smile: "I'm really sorry, it was me who neglected to discipline me. This kid is talking nonsense, please."
Please forgive me."
Zhang Junbao was scolded by Yang Xuan, and when he saw the fierce eyes of the grassland people around him, he couldn't help but shrink back behind Yang Xuan.
But Yang Xuan's words had no effect at all.
This child just talked about good wine and delicious food, and we all accepted it. Now he looks down on our warriors on the grassland. That is simply an insult. How can he be taken away by just a casual word of neglect?
It was difficult for Ursu to speak up about this matter, but it was also inconvenient for him to stop him.
Sure enough, the next moment someone came forward to provoke.
"Kid, you said this is a game played by children, so go find two people who are good at this game and compete with our warriors, so that we can open our eyes."
These words were polite, but they already showed that this matter could not be let go.
Zhang Junbao poked his head out from behind Yang Xuan, put his hands on his hips, and said with a stubborn look: "There is no need to find someone else, I am the best wrestler in our village."
"hehe."
The other party laughed angrily: "Are you the best? That's okay, then you can come and compete."
Although this child may be young, what he said deeply hurt the prairie people, and he must be taught a lesson.
Besides, on the grassland, a child of this age can ride a horse, shoot a bow, and wrestle on the ground.
"Let's compete, who is afraid of whom?"
Zhang Junbao rolled up his sleeves and walked forward.
At this time, the people who were originally wrestling had stopped long ago. Although they didn't hear Zhang Junbao's previous words, they heard the rest of the conversation.
When they saw that this child was about to wrestle, everyone burst into laughter and pushed each other to refuse to move forward.
Really, if you wrestle with a child, it would be embarrassing to tell the truth if you win.
But the person who spoke still appointed one of them.
"Ispa, come on."
The man whose name was called immediately frowned and showed a dissatisfied look, but he was dissatisfied and walked obediently to the middle of the venue.
"Child, don't cry if you get beaten soon, hahahaha."
Zhang Junbao imitated his tone and replied: "Big man, don't cry if you get beaten soon."
The onlookers on the grassland burst into laughter.
When the competition started, Na Yisiba swung his arms and wandered around Zhang Junbao like a gorilla.
At this time Yang Xuan shouted: "Be merciful."
Na Yisiba waved his hand, and just when he was about to show that he would be merciful, Zhang Junbao jumped in front of him like lightning, grabbed his belt with both hands, crossed his feet, twisted his waist, and pushed his shoulders.
Then Isba flew into the air.
With a pop, everyone's eyes widened and their mouths opened wide.
What just happened?
Why did Isiba fall?
Did he trip on his own?
It seems like he was thrown out by that child?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Although Isiba has average physical strength, he is strong and weighs more than two hundred kilograms. The height of the child only reaches his chest. How could he throw Isiba out in one go?
Isiba, who was thrown to the ground, was not seriously injured. He stood up immediately, but his face was as red as a monkey's butt.
"You...you are a kid, you don't have martial ethics. You just made a sneak attack, it doesn't count, it doesn't count just now."
Isaba was so embarrassed and angry that she spoke in confusion.
Zhang Junbao showed a sly smile and hooked his hand: "Okay, I'll let you do it first this time."
Isiba roared angrily and rushed towards Zhang Junbao. She stretched out her big hand and grabbed him by the collar.
With his ability, such a big kid could be thrown seven or eight meters away by grabbing his collar and swinging his arms.
But Zhang Junbao did not dodge at all, and directly let the other party grab his collar.
Na Yisiba was immediately overjoyed, and just as he was about to exert his strength, he suddenly felt his elbow go numb and he could no longer exert any strength on his arm.
Then he watched helplessly as Zhang Junbao performed the same moves as before, crossing his legs, twisting his waist, and pushing his shoulders, and then he flew out.
Isiba was so angry that a man from the grassland was thrown twice by a little doll. How could he survive in the future?
This time he didn't say hello. When he got up from the ground, he rushed towards Zhang Junbao like a mad cow.
Although he was caught by surprise and suspected of a sneak attack, Zhang Junbao just curled his lips, twisted his body, and then stepped on Isiba's instep.
This kick was like a nail, nailing Isiba's feet to the ground. His feet stopped, and the impact force on his upper body was still there, so his whole body was like a wooden stake, and he was slapped on the ground with a thud.
On the ground.
When he stood up, everyone saw that his face was covered with dust, the nosebleeds were pouring out, and the tears flowing out of the corners of his eyes had two marks on his face.
Everyone burst into laughter immediately.
Isba wanted to fight again, but Ursu stopped him: "That's enough, Isba, please step back."
He stayed there for a while, then covered his face and ran out.
Only then did everyone realize that Yang Xuan's words of mercy just now were not meant for Isiba, but for the child.