/./ Chapter 6 Collision (Six Up)

"Shhhh The eyes of the contestants looking down were full of awe.

Due to long-term labor in the field. And the food is more dairy and meat than in the Central Plains. The herdsmen are all very strong. But compared to the one who challenged Bai Yin in the next game. It's still a big difference. Especially in appearance. The shepherd's sturdy. It feels just stocky. Massiness. Like pieces of iron ore that have just been mined. Hard but without any luster. And walking into the field of this one. It is like a treasure knife that has been tempered thousands of times. No matter how much dirt and blood is stained on the outside. None of them can block its sharp edge.

"You.." The little prince Bai Yin was also secretly taken aback. He had thought." The treacherous and cunning" little black fat man "Zhang Xuance" will definitely instigate other suitors to take the lead first. Until you exhaust yourself and then go down to pick up the bargain. Who would have thought that this person not only did not take the Ulliang Habel and others as cannon fodder? Instead, the first one jumped down.

"What's the matter. The little prince is looking down on him. Don't you want to do anything with you?" That's what Zhang Songling wants. Arch hand. Lang Sheng asked.

"How dare you. How dare you." Bai Yin hurriedly returned the favor. I just think you're a guest from afar. I just want you to rest a little longer."

Zhang Songling smiled. To put it mildly." Thank you, little prince. But I'm an anxious man. Don't want to do it off the field, etc. That's why I grabbed the first one. I'm done with you early. It's okay to watch other people's excitement with peace of mind."

'Just because I don't want to wait on the sidelines. It's the first one to "send to death". I also watch the game too childish.' Bai Yin frowned slightly. I am very dissatisfied with the attitude of "Zhang Xuance" towards the competition. But then I saw the other party's cowhide shoulders that were obviously just borrowed. The dissatisfaction in my heart immediately turned into confusion again." Have you ever wrestled with someone before? Who did I borrow this piece from? It doesn't seem to fit very well.."

"First fall." Zhang Songling shook his head very honestly. I was just while you were changing. I borrowed one from someone under the piano player. How. Am I dressed the wrong way?"

"Hahahaha----" The audience, who was shocked by Zhang Songling's scars and gasped anymore. One by one, they leaned back and laughed. People who don't even know how to wear cowhide shoulders. Dare to be the first to challenge the little prince of Baiyin. Is there a more hilarious joke in the world? To know. Wrestling, horseback riding, and archery. It is a basic skill that all men in the prairie must master. Start by being able to walk. All the way to start a family. Like the little prince Baiyin, a hereditary nobleman born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He has been instructed by countless famous teachers since he was a child. As long as I'm not too muddy to support the wall. It's hard not to be a master.

"Brother Zhang. Otherwise. You go to the sidelines first. Let others compare with me first. Wait until you see how to fall. Come up again and teach me how." The little prince of Baiyin also forced a smile. Very considerate persuasion of Zhang Songling to leave the scene. In his opinion. It doesn't take much effort to win the little black fat man "Zhang Xuance". But this is inevitably a bit of a victory. Especially under the watchful eye of thousands of pairs of eyes. Winning won't add much sparkle to your face.

"No need. Anyway, I won't be able to learn it for a while." Zhang Songling shook his head with a smile. It's still full of honesty." I'll make the trick I can be. Little Wangye. Please be unsparing in your teaching."

Talking. The body jerked back half a step. Bend your knees and waist. The gaze is like lightning. Piercing Bai Yin's eyes.

The little prince of Baiyin has already started to be contemptuous. In a hurry. Where can the mentality be adjusted. The eyes and the eyes of "Zhang Xuance" are just paired. The scalp suddenly fluttered. Jump a few steps sideways. Bloated stomach in both arms. Like a bison confronting a leopard.

As the so-called connoisseur stretches out his hand. You know if there is. Around the venue, the audience saw Bai Yin pull open the shelf. I understand that this person is probably the number one wrestling master within a radius of 100 miles. Immediately cheered at a high price." Okay.."" Stumble. Knock him over. Teach this young man a lesson."

"What a fart. Showy. Flashy." Prince Hurahachi. Urliang Habel and a bunch of young talents. Knowing that Zhang Xuance will definitely lose. But he stood with him very righteously. Stomping and pouting. Cheer loudly for Bai Yin.

Immediately someone was not convinced. Kick your neck and start fighting back." How do you know that my prince is a fancy shelf. If my prince is a fancy shelf. No one knows how to wrestle in this grassland."

"I'll just say he's a showman. Showy. What's wrong.." Prince Hulahachi didn't have much friendship with Zhang Xuance. But I hate the white sound of being young and golden. Grit your teeth and fight to the end." If he wasn't a showmanship. Why haven't you pounced on it yet? Although the posture of the other side is not as good as his feet. But he was still so frightened that he didn't dare to act rashly."

"Nonsense. My lord is teasing him. Cat and mouse. Cat and mouse. You know what.." The bannerman under Bai Yin's command roared loudly. In my heart, I vaguely felt a little empty.

"Wrestling. Stumble. Little Wangye. Hurry up and take him down." The surrounding audience is also inexplicable. Waving arms. Keep cheering Bai Yin up.

In the sound of landslides and tsunamis-like cheers. A few beads of sweat the size of beans gradually oozed from Bai Yin's forehead. How bitter it is to be targeted by "Zhang Xuance". He is the only one who knows at the moment. Truly. From the point of view of posture. The little black fat man doesn't know how to wrestle at all. But the little black fat man definitely knows how to kill people with his bare hands. Bai Yin believes. If you really treat this person as a stunned young man who doesn't know anything. Sensei said to put it down. Can you guarantee that you will leave the scene alive? It's hard to say.

Slowly move your legs. Bai Yin tries to find the flaws of the little black fat man from the side. But his body just moved. The little black fat man's body also moved. Slightly sideways at an angle. It's like a rifle ready to fire. The crosshair locks onto the target.

It was hard to get rid of the knife-like gaze. Bai Yin is willing to continue to be at a disadvantage. Pick up the pace now. Shake from side to side. He used many tricks in Mongolian wrestling. Rhythmic. Every action. All exude the rich masculine beauty of the strands. And the little black fat man on the opposite side responded with an ugly action that was always the same. As if in addition to this trick. He won't do anything in general.

Left No. Move right. Waving arms. Swing the waist and hips. A trick used in Mongolian wrestling to confuse opponents. In just one minute, he was made by the little prince Baiyin. Sideways, sideways, sideways, sideways. The little black fat man "Zhang Xuance" mechanically repeats the same action. Use your eyes to send a stream of murderous aura to Bai Yin's eyes. Suppress all changes in your opponent.

The murderous aura that rolls out of the sea of corpses and blood. Only those who put him right on the front can feel it. And the audience outside the field. But the light saw the machine and the ugly. Can't stand the fact that the two on the field only look at each other and don't fight. They tore their throats. Loud urging. The sound is like waves at high tide." Stumble. Stumble. Knock him over."" Stumble. Stumble. Little Wangye. Hurry up and take him down."" Be polite to him or something. Quickly throw him down."

The little prince of Baiyin was urged to be impetuous. Suddenly take a big step diagonally. Reach out and put your hand on the shoulder of the little black fat man "Zhang Xuance". This is a very classic trick of "moving down the cow". Even the bulls have to stumble. Who expected that he didn't wait for him to use the old moves. The little black fat man who had been turning sideways on the spot suddenly jumped up. The whole person is like a cannonball out of the chamber. Hit the chest of the little prince of Baiyin.

"Ahh Bai Yin was taken aback. Instinctively retract the arm to block. The thick arm collided with the shoulder of the little black fat man in mid-air." Bang." There was a muffled thud on the ground. Everyone outside the arena began to have a haircut. Look at the little prince Baiyin again. The whole person was hit and kicked back, five or six steps back one after another. until they retreated into the crowd. only to barely regain a foothold.

"Agreed." The bayonet-like little black fat man "Zhang Xuance" suddenly regained his vitality. Stand inside the venue. Gently arched his hand at the little prince of Baiyin, who had withdrawn from the field.

"Ahh The audience was stunned at first. Immediately there was a burst of angry protest." It doesn't count. This one can't be counted."

"It doesn't count. You're cheating. Fraud."

"It doesn't count. You're not wrestling at all."

It's not just that the flag soldiers under Bai Yin's command are full of righteous indignation. Even Wuliang Habeile and others, who were originally going to deal with the common enemy with Zhang Songling. I can no longer cheer and cheer for him with confidence. One by one, they turned their heads sideways. The expression on his face was embarrassed again. It's pleasure again.

Seeing that the audience was indignantly adjourning justice for themselves. The little prince of Baiyin also quickly recovered his spirit from the loss. While moving the shoulder blade that was almost knocked out of place. While saying loudly: "Brother Zhang. You are a guest from afar though. But it can't be so unreasonable. We Mongols wrestle. Pay attention to the five styles of catching, pulling, pulling, pushing and pressing. And to win by bringing the opponent down. I've never heard of the trick of hitting the shoulder. I've never heard of knocking an opponent out of the circle to win."

"You can't hit it with your shoulder.." Zhang Songling frowned and looked at the audience around him. Hesitantly asked.

"No, I can't. I guess not." The audience, swept by his gaze, immediately stopped protesting. Weakly retreated. Muttered in response.

"What they say is true.." Zhang Songling didn't seem to want to believe the words of these people. Turn your gaze to the white sound. Confirm in a low voice.

"No. It should ......." Bai Yin's face was red and hot. Thought about it. Gritted his teeth and said. Although there is no clear rule that you can't carry people on the shoulder. But you just took those few clicks. Certainly not in wrestling. Besides, I was just knocked out of the circle by you. but he did not fall. So. So the two of us at most. At best, it's a draw. You didn't win. I didn't lose either."

"What he said is true.." The third one asked by Zhang Songling was Wuliang Habel. The latter scratched his head a few times. hesitated to reply. Should. It should be true. The key guys haven't seen you wrestle like this before. Let's settle the draw. The round just now was a draw. Anyway, you can still throw him down in the next round."

"Draw. Draw." Driven by the flag Ding beside Bai Yin. The audience shouted in unison to persuade them. Not entirely because of clinging to wealth. It's really unacceptable to the little black fat man's alternative "wrestling" tricks.

Everyone thought they would have to put a little more pressure on them. In order to ensure the fairness and excitement of the game. Who would have thought that the little black fat man would be as good as a stream. Press your arm down. Say it loudly: "A tie is a draw. As long as I don't lose."

"Ahh People exclaimed at the little black fat man's actions. Immediately. I feel a little ashamed in my heart. It's like just co-opping a stranger.

"Then thank you Brother Zhang for your generosity." lest Zhang Songling regret it. Bai Yin snatched a few steps forward. Get back to the field quickly." Let's do it all over again. I'm not going to let you crash into the sidelines again."

The voice just fell. A huge riding boot was already flying on his chest. Bai Yin shouted as he parried. No stomach kicking. No stomach kicking. Let's wrestle. It's not a joust."

"Can't kick .." Zhang Songling stopped his feet blankly. I looked around. Then pounce forward. Use your hand as a knife. Straight poke Bai Yin's throat. The prepared white sound jumped obliquely out half a foot away. Waving your hand to remind." Can't poke in the throat."

"Okay." Zhang Songling simply agreed. Turn your palms into fists. A false move smashed into the bridge of Bai Yin's nose. followed by a real move that smashed into Bai Yin's penultimate rib. This is a nirvana he learned from veterans of a hundred battles in the army. Once hit. Enough to displace the opponent's kidneys. I fainted in pain on the spot. Although the little prince of Baiyin has never seen this trick. But I know that I can't carry it hard. And a few quick steps. Loud protest." Don't smash the underbelly. Don't do it from behind. Do not lock the throat. Don't poke your eyes ......."

"You are not allowed to pull your hair. Don't pull your ears. Ah. My face. My face ......."

"Boom." Spectators stomping their feet. While laughing. I was so amused by the "wonderful" competition on the field that I couldn't help myself. Until now. Even a blind man can see it. The little black fat man doesn't know how to wrestle at all. But the little black fat man has the ability to beat people. But it won Bai Yin I don't know how many times. If he is not bound by the rules of wrestling. I'm afraid that the little prince is white. At this moment, he has already been crippled and thrown off the field.

It's noisy. I saw that the little black fat man suddenly stopped chasing Bai Yin. Stand firm. Shouted." This is also not allowed. That's not allowed. What the hell do you want me to do?"

"I. I ......" Baiyin little prince is ashamed again. It's a grievance again. It was so suffocating that his face turned purple and black." I'm telling you about serious wrestling rules. You. You don't understand anything at all."

"Hey. Brothers. Where did you learn all your tricks?" Urliang Habel sympathizes with Bai Yin's good life. Step forward. Whispered persuasion to "Zhang Xuance." He's a prince anyway. If you kill him by mistake. Or cripple him. The county lord doesn't look good on face."

"Oh." Listen to him. The little black fat man Zhang Songling shook his head in annoyance. Then he smiled again. Suddenly made a decision that no one could have guessed." That's it. Since you don't let any tricks go. I won't compare myself to him. You know. You guys go on playing. I'm watching the excitement from the sidelines."

Drunkard: Trouble everyone to poke "Wuyu Nine Heavens"

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