Li Chenxi's eyes kept staring at the entrance to the west for a moment, for fear that he would miss something a second late.

But just when she was engrossed, a soft body squeezed her from behind, pressing Li Chenxi to stumble.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I borrowed it."

In Li Chenxi's surprised gaze, the cloud bun was combed into the shape of a noble lady, and the two sideburns were curled and elegantly hung next to her ears, as if she had already adapted to the open-chested outfit enjoyed by the upper class, holding Bo Sha, with Li Jin's quite gentlemanly support, Li Chenxi's best friend, the little girl Han Juan'er, walked past her gracefully and proudly.

There is a good sentence, fire prevention, theft prevention, and girlfriends, I don't know when, Han Juan seems to have hooked up with her younger brother Li Jin, and Li Jie seems to have recognized this relationship, watching them stroll brightly and walk to the front row of the royal family's special seats, and when he sat down, his always majestic father Li Jie turned his head lovingly and muttered a few words of concern to Han Juan'er, but he needed to stand behind him like an ugly duckling, and an indescribable sadness still quietly rose in Li Chenxi's heart.

Am I doing something wrong?

Fortunately, at this time, the entire arena became jubilant, and countless people let out deafening cheers, seeing that the two gates were opened almost at the same time, the Tubo team wearing a large piece of metal armor and a wolf-shaped helmet on its head and the coalition team wearing a fine-scale bronze beast helmet, while leading the horse forward, and waving coquettishly to both sides, slowly walked out of the door, Li Chenxi's eyes were also tightly sucked in like a magnet.

Despite such a distance, the figure Li Chenxi, who was quite strong, carrying the club slowly and steadily, and walking in front of everyone, could not recognize it well.

Although I had a premonition, when I saw Song Jingzhen appear, the crystal tears that were combined with worry and emotion still flowed down the corners of my eyes.

However, not everyone was so excited to welcome the appearance of the warriors on both sides, although her face was still as cold as the appearance of the goddess of the snow-capped mountains, a crisp click sounded in Chi Malen's hands, accompanied by drops of bright red blood flowing down the edge of the cement wall of the Tubo Grandstand, which was second only to the Damin Observation Deck.

A piece of sturdy Hetian jade was actually crushed by her.

The crisp sound happened around him, causing Li Jin to subconsciously tilt his head, but at a glance, his eyes were attracted, and he stared at it for three or four seconds before he turned around in surprise and asked, "Who is that?"

"Lord Zanmeng Chimarun of Tibet!"

The voice was glutinous, Han Juan'er replied sweetly, but Li Jin, who listened to it, was even more surprised.

Chi Ma Lun he has not seen, a few years ago at the state banquet in Damin, this woman was still a yellow-haired girl, full of jealousy and sourness, no different from the fierce woman who looked at her husband in Jingshi, a few years later, this woman seemed to be reborn, cold, mature, full of the atmosphere of a high queen.

"It's really a female college eighteen changes!" Muttering in amazement, Li Jin's gaze never left............

At this time, after showing off and provoking each other, the teams representing the two political groups also came to their positions, and under the brows of their expressions, it was not like squatting in prison for more than ten days.

Yak horns, six people lined up on both sides, pure steel clubs staring at Song Jing and his party, in the center, Mangsong Mangzan gathered most of the assault force, nine heavy armor Tubo elite stars and moons surrounded them like a wolf on the plateau, looking forward ferociously.

The remaining six, like butterfly wings, defend the defenders, and the last man to guard the goal.

Such a fierce battle formation vaguely reminded Song Jing of the Arabs who were frantically assaulting in the sandstorm, and his already heavy heart pressed down again, turning back to look at his teammates beside him, Song Jing also arranged his tactics gloomily.

"Little Wu, you go to guard the door!"

"Good mile Brother Song!"

With Song Jing's words, a half-grown child rode to the back with a club with a beaming expression.

This small young man joined the Confucian soldiers later, and there is such a lone seedling in the family, Song Jing has always taken care of him like his younger brother, this time I heard that Brother Song was in trouble, and the little guy who was already the governor of Abu Dhabi also resolutely embarked on the journey. Faced with such a dangerous battle, Song Jing immediately subconsciously thought about transferring him away from the battlefield.

Cui Parker and the others understood Song Jing's thoughts very well, and they also surrounded Song Jing in the center like the stars and the moon, and looked coldly hostile to the other party's Tubo people.

However, seeing that Wai Yan still didn't care about being handsome, and even threw kisses to the girls in the field, Cui Parker still turned his head worriedly.

"Brother Song, I'm afraid these goods are unreliable......"

"I know!"

With the same sad face and silence, Song Jing suddenly yelled at a circle of people in a gloomy voice.

"Listen, the Tubo people are far stronger, elite, and well-trained than us, and the only chance to win the game is Mangsong Mangzan himself!"

"The formation of the Tubo people is both offensive and defensive, and the front and rear are taken care of, if we want to meet them, we must unite and show 120,000 points of courage to have a glimmer of life, listen to my orders for a while, everyone huddles together, don't rush to grab the polo, wait for the opportunity!"

Indeed, the long-term cooperation of the Tibetan aristocracy is so strong that it is difficult to defeat, and the nobles born in the harsh environment of Tibet are far more ruthless than the relatively rich Sogdian countries in Central Asia.

"Cut, Min Man, wasn't you quite good in the preparation room just now? But it's also a bear bag. ”

Riding a famous horse with a head taller than others, the third prince of Shiguo, who had a rather handsome and handsome brown hair, snorted lightly with disdain.

Mo Zhenjiang, the second prince of Kang Guo on the side, carried the club to the front of the team even more arrogantly, as if the twenty-three Tubo warriors in front of him were like a drizzle in his eyes, and he didn't put it in his eyes at all, staring at the polo in the referee's hand, Mo Zhenjiang roared even more arrogantly.

"The princess of Min is already in the bag, if you don't open your eyes and rob it in a while, there are a hundred ways to let him die without a place to be buried!"

Indeed, most of the people who Song Jing picked out and dared to fight against him were those with some skills among the nine surnames of Zhaowu, but having the ability meant going to the other extreme, arrogant.

Seeing that one after another nobles from small Central Asian countries were more arrogant and arrogant than the other, Cui Parker scolded the idiot angrily, and Song Jing's eyes couldn't help but reveal a haze.

However, looking at the woman who was sitting with King Min and suddenly came out, the sheep hung down her hair, and Song Jing squeezed the hot club in her hand again.

"Dawn, wait for me!"

…………

"Ready, go!"

While all the spectators in the stadium were waiting for each other, the slow and logical Cao Guoren Arena referee finally walked to the center of the field, and the polo balloon blown up by the pig's bladder was thrown high on his head, and he immediately fled back like a ghost.

It was really like a signal, and forty-four knights on both sides raised their horses' bellies at the same time, and one hundred and seventy-six horses' hooves struck heavily on the battlefield.

What worries Song Jing still happened, just in the Zouma River victory over the Tibetans, the nobles of Central Asia did not take the Tubo people in their eyes at all, especially the Sogdian people, the great power of the Kang prince Mo Zhenjiang, relying on the horse Hao almost a moment to rush to the front, followed by him, the army was in hot pursuit, more than a dozen nobles and royal families were also galloping wildly, the speed of the horses was different, and the formation ran in a chaotic manner.

At the end, like the big spoon of the Big Dipper, Song Jing and the eight followed solemnly.

It is worthy of sweat and blood, almost a quarter of an hour, the high-flying polo came to life and fell on Mo Zhenjiang's club, this person is indeed a polo master, the ball bounced back and forth on his club like a line, while staring at the front in ecstasy, Mo Zhenjiang shouted arrogantly.

"You have accepted, and there will be heavy thanks below."

With a muffled snort, the military beard chased even tighter.

On the other hand, the right wing of the Tubo people was also outflanked. Easily shook the three Tubo right wings, seeing Mangsong Mangzan in the crowd, Mo Zhenjiang showed a smug smile, seeing that the Tubo guards on the opposite side raised the polo stick high, showing off the ball to the left side of the war horse, Mo Zhenjiang's face was full of showing off.

But when he saw that the two horses crossed and were about to rush into the Tubo array to mock the Tubo Zampu, Mo Zhenjiang's eyes suddenly skimmed the sneer of the Tubo people on his side.

The cue is not there to play at all, it's his head!

In an instant, there was a muffled bang, and a little blood splashed on the head of Prince Kang, and he flew upside down and fell out of the horse, and in the blink of an eye, there was a crisp gurgling sound under the rolling hooves of the Tubo people.

Seeing that it was not good, Jun Sumi hurriedly wanted to turn the horse's head, but where did the white horse's kung fu come from, and the polo stick that hurriedly crossed his head blocked four or five attacks, and then more clubs fell down on his head, and he also fell out in the sound of broken bones.

The rest of the coalition players were even more caught off guard, and the two sides hedged past, and the horseshoe prints of the Tubo people were all red!