Lin Feng's personal appearance ignited the enthusiasm on the field at once, and Xiao Fengshan's face darkened with anger. The one who played martial arts in the morning lost a small face, and now the one who plays the text doesn't have the upper hand!

Without waiting for Xiao Fengshan to speak, a middle-aged chief in an open shirt stood up and shouted at Lin Feng.

Xiao Fengshan rebuked the chief in Khitan dialect with shame and anger, then turned to Lin Feng and said, "The stab of the Meili clan is too impolite, I have to test my riding skills with you!" ”

Lin Feng said with a smile: "Tonight is supposed to be lively, come and come!" ”

Lin Feng was about to get up, but he was stopped by the wind and clouds behind him, and he didn't let him play, and headed towards Abdul, who had been holding the scimitar silently? Ali pouted. Feng Jingyun's careful thinking also turned quickly, and riding was originally the weakness of special soldiers. Now, even if Ali from the Outlands loses, this face will look much better.

Lin Feng understood and waved at Ali. Ali tightened the white scarf around his head and walked into the middle of the field with his scimitar.

Xiao Fengshan and Pao Thorn whispered a few words in Khitan dialect, turned to Lin Feng and said: "Di Thorn proposed a comparison: within fifty meters, two people set off with three horses at the same time, and then use a knife to cut off a pound of mutton on the roast mutton at the end of the road, and see who finishes it well and quickly." ”

Lin Feng couldn't help laughing, your Khitan people go out on a daily expedition with one person and three horses, and it is too common to change horses halfway, it is obvious that you are determined to win back this game! Lin Feng pulled Ali over and explained the rules in detail.

Ali didn't say anything, looked at the scene, and nodded vigorously.

The race was quickly set up: six unsaddled horses were placed in groups of three in front of the west starting line, and a palace tent soldier walked fifty paces and led the men to erect two wooden poles tied to roast whole sheep.

Pulling out the thorn glared at Ali fiercely, and unusually lightly jumped on the northernmost horse, Ali first stepped forward and stroked the three horses one by one, and then slowly got on the northernmost black horse, and gently held the three reins in his hand.

Xiao Fengshan took a horse whip, shook his right hand, and made a loud whip sound. Pull out the thorn and whistle with a strong leg, and beat the horse and gallop out. Ali slapped his right hand on the three horses in succession, and struck the horses out with a shout.

As soon as he left the starting line, he had moved from the northernmost horse to the horse in the middle, and in two breaths to the southernmost horse, and then he repeated it again and again, and when he was still ten meters away from the finish line, he drew his knife in his right hand and raised it high.

Ali, by contrast, was a little clumsy, and did not switch to the second horse until the halfway line, and only changed to the southernmost horse when he was seven or eight meters from the finish line, and his legs were so strong that he straightened up on horseback.

The plucking thorn of the leading horse roared angrily, and a knife slashed out, cutting a piece of meat on the whole roasted sheep, and the horse crossed the finish line first; When he was still a horse from the finish line, Ali Fang suddenly drew his knife, shook his wrist slightly, and also cut off a piece of mutton.

The onlookers cheered together to celebrate their victory. Ali calmly jumped off the horse, bent down to pick up the two pieces of mutton, walked up to Lin Feng, and signaled that there was a difference in the size of the two pieces of mutton.

The triumphant plucker also rode back on horseback, and when he saw this scene, he cursed and jumped off his horse, and jumped with his feet to let people take the scales to measure. Seeing this, many Khitan soldiers around them stopped cheering and stared at this place.

One is less than one or two more than a catty, and the other is more than one tael more than one catty, and Ali won at the level of weighing! Now the two are good at winning each other, and this situation turned out to be a draw.

Pulling Thorn's face immediately turned red, he drew his knife, roared at Ali, and pounced. Xiao Fengshan couldn't hold his face, stretched out his hand to stop pulling the thorn, and then turned to Lin Feng and said, "I want to try the sword technique with this Western friend, I don't know what Lord Lin thinks?" ”

Lin Feng glanced at Ali, who was as calm as water, and Da Lu smiled and applauded in agreement. On the way back from Quanzhou, Lin Renzhao and Feng Jingyun tried many tricks with Ali, and the level of the three of them was between Zhong Bo, and there was no way to distinguish the winner from the non-life-and-death battle, Lin Feng of course had confidence in Ali.

The stabbing man usually looks very irritable, but once he starts to move, the knife technique is not slow, the force is even, and the knife rushes towards Ali's scimitar blade, obviously trying to cut off Ali's thin-looking scimitar with heavy hands and force him to admit defeat.

Ali also seemed to be afraid of hitting the hard, and stepped back step by step to avoid the heavy knife technique of pulling out the stab. Feng Jingyun, who was watching the battle from behind, squeezed his eyes at Lin Renzhao and said in a low voice: "Ali, this kid has started to cheat again, and the old Khitan boy is going to be unlucky!" ”

Seeing that Ali was about to retreat to the first row of tables, he pulled out his eyes and showed joy, let out a wild scream, and slashed down with all his strength with a knife in both hands.

"When—" There was a long exact, and the knife that had drawn the jab was placed in mid-air. Just when the stab was stunned that the opponent was not afraid of the knife, Ali began to fight back, and the scimitar slid along the blade of the stab, heading straight for his right hand, and the stab had to return to the gauntlet. But Ali was unforgiving, and the scimitar in his hand flew over, chopping, picking, hooking, and cutting, like a poisonous snake, and suddenly forced the thorn to retreat.

Suddenly, Ali let out a long roar, and the speed of the scimitar in his hand more than doubled, and he made five knives in a row, and suddenly stopped moving when he tried his best to resist the stab.

The thorn was a little inexplicable, jumping to his feet and roaring. Ali gave him a disdainful look, then reached out with his left hand and pointed at the ribs of the prickly waist.

Thorn looked down and was immediately stunned. Under his right and left ribs, there were two or three holes stabbed by a knife, which were clearly pierced by Ali just now. The two went head-to-head and lost the thorn!

In a moment of silence in the audience, Ba Du and another strong man jumped out, drew their swords and pointed at Ali, shouting.

Lin Renzhao was shocked, jumped into the field, and found one of them and rushed up directly.

Less than twenty moves, Lin Renzhao lowered ten times with one force, and cut off the knife in the strong man's hand; Almost at the same time, Feng Jingyun grabbed Badu's steel knife with a pair of fleshy palms, and slammed it out, forcing Badu to abandon the knife and retreat.

Personal heads-up, the Khitan warriors lost three games in a row!

Lin Feng stepped forward, first took Badu's knife in his hand, returned it to him with both hands, then pulled out his waist knife, smiled and handed it to the strong man who was stunned there, and turned to Xiao Fengshan who was there and smiled: "The reason why the Khitan warriors lost by chance is because of the weapon. So, let's fight the bar! ”

The strong man subconsciously took the knife, suddenly reacted, and tried his best to push Lin Feng back, but Lin Feng resolutely pushed it back.

The brawny man looked at the others, then suddenly turned and ran to the banquet, and said a few words to an elderly chief. The chief nodded, and the strong man immediately ran to the side, led two horses over, and handed the reins to Lin Feng's hand.

"Okay, then let's exchange fairly!" Lin Feng smiled and nodded to the big man, took the reins, and handed it to Feng Jingyun, which was regarded as the first business after arriving here.

At this time, Yelulong and You Jianyan walked to the middle of the field, played Haluha, and took over the topic, and the atmosphere on the field quickly eased up.

Lin Feng's generosity and style gave Xiao Fengshan a very good step, he laughed, slapped Lin Feng hard, and shouted at the Khitan soldiers: "The heroes of the Tang Dynasty are mighty, and our Khitan warriors are not bad!" Now, let's let go of the drinks! Fight again! ”

The somewhat depressed Khitan cavalry immediately took action, took wine and spontaneously went to find the opponent, and another fierce battle began!