By this time, many people had already looked at the two sisters, and everyone was talking in a stumbling voice, as if they didn't want them to hear. But when they saw the two little girls standing in the vast sea of people, there seemed to be a nameless force that made them stop discussing and sit down quietly one by one.

From time to time, they would look at Yaya, more at Fanyin who walked into the preparation for battle, many of them came to watch the battle with their own children, and then they looked at the children around them, who seemed to be about the same age as Sanskrit Yin, or even older than them.

Yaya came to her side one after another, all of them were fellow villagers who escaped from the tourist village, and everyone sat around and leaned on each other. Everyone brought a big bag of things, and they didn't tell Fanyin, just thinking that it wouldn't affect her game.

"Qingshan, Yaya, you are here, then let's sit here too. "It was the uncle of the owner of the Huashi shop on Youyou Street, who came to watch the game with a few members of his family, and the Huashi store was also left behind by him, and it seemed that he was going to wait until the end of the game before going back.

"You're here too. Ya Qingshan said politely.

"Well, I didn't come the first two times, so why don't I come here this time!" the uncle said in a loud voice. Yaya secretly lowered her head, she didn't know why the uncle came, she thought it was probably for Heba's cheering, Yaya hid with astringent eyes.

"Hey, Yaya, haven't you prepared anything to cheer up?" said the uncle to Yaya, who bowed his head, he rummaged through his package casually, and pulled out a banner from it: "Then, for you, my wife and I have prepared a lot of them, thinking that they are for the children." The uncle handed the banner to Yaya. Yaya took it, and saw a few big words written on the red banner: "Sanskrit! Come on!" Yaya looked at it, and a few hot tears fell in an instant, she wiped away her tears with a smile and said loudly to the uncle: "Thank you, uncle." ”

"You're welcome!" replied the uncle heroically, with a kind smile on his wrinkled face.

The competition is about to begin, the green space on the top of the cliff is already full of people, this time the big screen is not only set up on both sides of the cliff top, but also a huge picture screen appears in the sky beyond the cliff out of thin air! Just like a huge kite, more than a thousand ways, now all the spectators on the top of the cliff are reflected on it, everyone looks at this huge screen in amazement, and excitedly waves the flag at it.

"Ahhh

Tang You, who was in charge of their preparation for the game next to him, pushed down his glasses on the bridge of his nose, thinking that he was really embarrassed by the Ministry of Military Affairs. However, he couldn't help but look at the movie screen from time to time, and occasionally twisted his chubby body while people were not paying attention, trying to find his appearance from the movie screen. Fanyin looked at the two of them with a smile on her face.

"Tsk. He gave a soft snort and frowned.

"What's wrong?" said Sanskrit.

"I was a little nervous. ”

Thinking that she had misunderstood, Sanskrit didn't say anything for a while, and continued to look at Heba.

"I said I was a little nervous, and today's game is not suitable for people to watch, and it will affect the performance. Hobal muttered reluctantly.

"It's nothing, we can't see them down there anyway, and the waves are so big that we can't hear them shouting. Sanskrit comforted.

He Ba looked back at Sanskrit blankly, opened his mouth for a long time and said, "Are you comforting me?"

"yes, didn't you say you were nervous?"

He Poll suddenly pursed the corners of his lips and whispered, "You are so nice......"

Fanyin smiled at him and didn't say anything more. After a while, someone in the makeshift referee's seat began to speak, this time it was Beitang Muren, the majestic wind was still strong, the sound was like a bell, this was the last game of the challenge, his impassioned speech was inspiring, and He Ba listened to it with enthusiasm and eagerness. Sanskrit stood silently, not knowing what she was thinking. After Beitang Muren finished speaking, the referee announced loudly.

"Challenge, best-of-three matches, the last round, wash the marrow, officially begin!" the referee's voice began to tremble, no one expected that the game between these two would last until the last game. Everyone shouted in the sky, gongs and drums were noisy, trumpets sounded in unison, the birds in the sky spread out, and the fish in the sea swished back to the bottom of the sea. The game is about to begin.

Tang You repeatedly asked about the condition of the two people, and both of them said that there was no problem. He handed each of them a rope, an ordinary thick hemp rope that could no longer be ordinary, and if the two hemp ropes were rolled together, they would be thicker than Sanskrit's arm. One end of the rope was firmly tied to an iron hook on the ground, which was plunged deep into the ground, and the spear of the ship was as powerful as a thousand might.

People looked at the picture of the two preparing and were confused, and everyone still didn't understand what the two were going to compete next, but they heard that the game would last for several days.

On this day, Fanyin wore old clothes, a wide white blouse and slightly loose light gray trousers, and the cuffs of the trousers showed a delicate bare of her feet. There are many traces of sewing on this dress, shoulders, arms, waist, calves, more than ten places. But all the places were sewn very carefully by her, clean like a little girl working in the farmland, without the edge of the previous days, light and light.

I saw Fanyin take out a few strips of cloth from the small package beside him, light gray. She squatted down and gently tied the trouser leg with a strip of cloth, so that no matter how she moved, the trouser leg would not swing wildly.

Then she slowly and gently trapped the wide white cuffs, and as she tied the knot, she bit the end of the strip with her mouth, and with a little effort. She quietly fiddled with her outfits, not caring if everyone was watching her. She checked the hemp rope in her hand, and it was really not light.

"Are you ready?" asked Horbal, Sanskrit.

"Alright. ”

"Then let's get started. ”

"Okay, no problem. The two glanced at each other, and they felt a tacit understanding. Everyone was affected by this "weird" atmosphere, and it seemed that the two of them seemed to be good friends.

The words fell, and without waiting for everyone to react, they saw two silver wires crossing the ground, thunder on the ground, and the sky sounded, and two thick and heavy ropes were thrown into the sky by the two, like a crisp whip. The two of them had come to the edge of the cliff with lightning speed, and one of them jumped up in the air, and the two of them left the edge of the cliff and hung in the air. Everyone exclaimed, the bottom of the cliff is stormy, can you still see people like this!

I saw that Fanyin turned around sharply in the air, the long pavilion stood in the sky, her wrist was strengthened, and then she heard a whip, it was the thick rope in her hand that was tightened by her, and Fanyin fell straight down without a trace.