Yan Ying hooked her lips and smiled, she just wanted them to underestimate the enemy, the more arrogant she was, the more angry they became, and the more they wanted to show contempt for her, then they would definitely not come up with the highest level of competition to compete. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The competition between the two highest events is rumored to be hell on earth.

"Kubu is a man's wrestler, and it is really inconvenient for me to be a woman, so Kubu is my royal brother, Wanyan Cang, to fight against your prince Tielebu. Yan Ying said, stepped back, and sat beside Qin Yu.

He gently held her hand, his eyes full of doting smiles.

Yan Ying smiled proudly, today's match, every sentence was discussed by the two of them last night.

It feels so good that this kind of conspiracy between husband and wife is so good.

Wan Yancang stood up, and the other party was the second prince of the Tiele clan, Tie Feng.

Tie Feng is twenty years old this year, eight feet tall, broad shoulders and strong body, and the ground will shake when he walks.

Kubu is wrestling, and it is very important to have a stable chassis.

And, Wan Yancang is only thirteen years old this year, and although his muscles are not bad, they are like half of them compared to Tie Feng.

Yan Ying smiled at Wan Yan Cang and nodded, giving a thumbs up to cheer.

Tie Feng proudly crossed his arms around his chest, and looked at Yan Cang proudly, "Hmph, for the sake of your young age, we will take five rounds as the standard, if I can't kill you in five rounds, then even if you win!"

Yan Ying's eyes were cold, he couldn't die if he fell?

Wan Yancang is not afraid, "Okay, a word is a certainty!"

Tie Feng didn't wait for his words to fall, the person had already rushed up, grabbed Yan Cang's left and right belts, and threw him out hatefully.

Wan Yancang didn't say a word, he fell to the ground with hatred, he shook his head, gritted his teeth and jumped up, rushed up, grabbed Tie Feng's belt, and the two began to compete.

Tie Feng was originally a light enemy, but who knew that after a few drags, he couldn't pull Yan Cang, and this kid was so powerful.

He gritted his teeth and cursed hatefully, "Look for death!"

With a sweep of his feet, Wan Yan Cang sensitively retracted his feet, and the whole person was attached to Tie Feng's body, grabbing his belt tightly with both hands, fixing his center of gravity, and stepping on Tie Feng's feet.

was so angry that Tie Feng threw him hard, who knew that Wan Yan Cang simply stood on his feet with both feet, and as his strength changed, it was like being glued, and he couldn't shake it off.

Soon, after ten rounds, Wan Yan Cang still hasn't been fallen, according to Tie Feng's previous slap on the chest, Wan Yan Cang can be regarded as winning, but how can he admit defeat?

Tie Feng gritted his teeth, and secretly poked Wan Yan Cang's lower ribs with his elbow hatefully, so painful that Wan Yan Cang screamed miserably, and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, his feet hurt, it turned out that Yan Ying flew down, his feet hooked his feet, lifted up, and pulled his legs directly into a straight line, his hamstrings were pulled hard, and he only felt the pain of tearing.

At the same time, Yan Ying grabbed Yan Cang, he jumped up with his strength, the two quickly turned around, and Tie Feng landed directly.

There was a scream, and everyone quickly squinted. Tie Fenglian's hard work, ligaments or something can't work, and now, the hamstring can be broken.

His face was so blue with pain that he couldn't move his feet, and he was lying on the ground holding his thighs and sweating.

Tie Zhi was so angry that he wanted to kick him, what a shame!

The Minister of Rites immediately shouted, "The Ten Princes win this game." ”

Yan Ying and Wan Yancang high-fived each other and smiled.

This move was also discussed by Qin Yu together, and they guessed that it must be Tie Feng against Kubu, who was the winner of Kubu in the court meeting for five consecutive months, arrogant and simple-minded.

A little agitation, coupled with the fact that he has never competed with Wan Yan Cang, it is easy to make Tie Feng proud and underestimate the enemy.

Originally, if Tie Feng didn't know that he proposed five rounds to calculate the winner or loser, he had secretly instructed the Minister of Rites to propose a few rounds to be counted as winning or losing on the grounds that the prince was young to avoid accidental injury, but who knew that Tie Feng proposed it himself.

It's okay now, this face is slapping.