Sweat dripping, horses' hooves, the sun like fire.

"It's over!"

"The second round of the beginner ceremony, the second round of the polo battle!"

"Eastern Wu against Northern Wei, Northern Wei wins!"

In the sound of the earthquake bell, everyone looked at the polo field where the sand was flying and had not yet fallen.

The result has been decided.

But the enthusiasm on the pitch has not subsided.

Ying Baoyue under the tree stood up quietly.

Ji Jiashu on the high platform stood up quietly.

Li Ji, in the barren mountains in the distance, held the trunk of the tree and looked at his brothers on the court from afar.

found that Ying Baoyue stood up, and Guichen also stood up, but just as he stood up, he suddenly found that many cultivators who were originally sitting under the trees by the racecourse stood up spontaneously, and even the people in the pergola got up unconsciously.

Everyone stood up and paid their respects to the warriors on the pitch not far away.

"Sure enough...... Still lost? On the court, Zhao Guang put one hand against the horse's neck, lowered his head slightly, large drops of sweat dripped from his jaw, and the hand holding the sword twitched for a while.

The other Dongwu teenagers around him were not far behind, everyone was almost paralyzed on their horses, panting like oxen, and many of them were hung up.

But looking at the Northern Wei people who were also sweating like rain in the distance, there were many Eastern Wu people with happy smiles on their faces.

Losing is losing, but my heart is extremely happy.

At this time, there was a burst of applause on the side of the polo field, and this applause was not just given to the winner of this game.

To every hot-blooded boy who has galloped on this horse farm.

After a bitter battle, all the voices of Soochow were inadequate. Soochow did lose the game, but if after watching this game, there are still people who are weak and can be bullied into hitting stones with eggs and stones, then this person is either bad or blind.

"Eight-to-six?" Chen Zichu sighed beside Ying Baoyue, "It's really just a little bit close." ”

"This is an insurmountable chasm, after all, the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty are clansmen on horseback," Chen Zihan said. But the next moment, staring at the appearance of the riders on the field, even he couldn't help but sigh, "It's just that the Dongwu people are really ruthless this time." ”

Eight to six, less than the difference between the Northern Wei and Later Liao.

You must know that these two countries are nomadic countries, especially in the Northern Wei Dynasty, it is rumored that children can draw bows at the age of three, when they get on a horse, and at the age of five.

But it is such a nomadic country, but it is hard to imagine being forced to such a point in polo by a country near the sea.

"This is the ...... of the people of Dongwu" Looking at the infamous teenagers gathered around Zhao Guang in the distance, Ying Xun took a deep breath.

One of the three great powers of the mainland, Soochow.

Unlike the flamboyant and high-profile Southern Chu and the Southern Chu people, most of the Eastern Wu people are low-key and introverted.

One is fire and the other is water.

It is true that water is not as hot and aggressive as fire, but in some places, according to the Soochow people, they are unusually persistent and tenacious.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to stand side by side with Southern Chu and Northern Wei as the three great powers now that the protection of the Qinglong God has disappeared.

What's more, the beginner-level ceremony is not the home of Dongwu Rao, and on this continent, Dongwu controls higher gambling resources, that is, the middle-level ceremony.

Looking at the Dongwu cultivators who fought with the Northern Wei Dynasty to the end with the order of his stepson on the racecourse, Ying Xun's eyes were complicated and he was even more vigilant.

"This is a great favor owed to Dongwu," and at this moment, a female voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Favors?" Ying Xun was stunned and looked at Ying Baoyue who was opening her mouth beside her.

"Well," Ying Baoyue nodded and looked at him, "This person is not in love, and the two of us will have to pay it back together when the time comes, don't forget." ”

"But," Ying Xun said stunned, "But Dongwu has never been ......"

Did Dongwu do anything for the former Qin?

"Well, no," the girl in front of her smiled as if she knew what he was thinking, "but everything depends on the result, and in terms of the result, Soochow has helped a lot this time." ”

"Busy ......," Ying Xun repeated, watching the girl next to her quietly look at the sweaty Northern Wei riders on the field.

Meng Shi held his sword, his face extremely pale.

Ying Baoyue stared at her quietly.

Dongwu did lose, but it made the whole audience stand up, because the ball game just now was extremely intense, and it was no longer one-sided before the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the two sides fought fiercely from the beginning to the end, if you use a sentence from her previous life to describe it.

It's the level of the game, the style of the game.

As a result, the Eastern Wu people made the Northern Wei people sweat.

Zhao Guang did not defeat the Northern Wei people, but his sentence to blow them up really came true.

Let those who look down on the inland cavalry and have never been broken through the iron wall of the Northern Wei Dynasty have been opened.

"This ball game ......" Looking at the Northern Wei rider who was panting for breath, Jiang Yuanyuan on the high platform had a deep gaze.

"As a result, the strength of the Northern Wei Dynasty was greatly consumed." Ji Jiashu, who was standing on his side, spoke quietly.

The second round of the competition has ended, and the power of the Northern Wei Dynasty has been weakened, so there is only one thing that immediately comes to people's minds, and that is the final final.

The third and final round of the polo battle.

Former Qin vs. Northern Wei.

"The Northern Wei Dynasty is tired this time......

"In this way, Qianqin's luck is too good."

"Before that, if the Northern Wei people didn't provoke the Dongwu people in advance, they wouldn't have to fight this one, wouldn't it be good to take the first place easily?"

"I've thought about it a long time ago, the people of the Northern Cold Pavilion...... Isn't it a bit heavy? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about! That is the saint of the people who also get your turn to judge? ”

"Holy Maiden......"

At this time, on the side of the racecourse, looking at the Northern Wei team that was as embarrassed as Dongwu, people were talking. In the box under the high platform in the distance, Xu Bingqing, the saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, had a very ugly face for a while, and even the temperature in the box seemed to have decreased.

"Holy Maiden......" A noble lady tentatively spoke, but received no response.

"From this point of view, the Holy Maiden of the Northern Han Pavilion is a big one this time," Jiang Yuanyuan on the high platform laughed and said, "Qianqin's luck is really good this time." ”

Ji Jiashu was surprised by Jiang Yuanyuan's gloating over Xu Bingqing, but the next moment he heard Jiang Yuanyuan's words, he looked at the court and the girl on the side of the court and suddenly spoke, "Maybe it's not entirely luck." ”

Jiang Yuanyuan was stunned when he heard this, "What? ”

Ji Jiashu said quietly, "Those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help." ”

The battle between Eastern Wu and Northern Wei made him seem to see the previous battle between Former Qin and Southern Chu.

Everything has a cause, and there must be an effect.

In the lower van before, what happened between the Holy Maiden of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the stepson of Eastern Wu, including how she treated the sister of the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Ji Jiashu heard about it through the intelligence line of the Ji family.

Those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help.

Perhaps not many people will believe his words.

I wouldn't believe that the Holy Maiden of the Northern Han Pavilion, who was originally very popular, was an astragal.

That girl is the one who has attained enlightenment.

A seventh-level woman who violates the world, the demon girl in the eyes of people seems too far away from this title.

However, something that was originally far away for her had appeared in front of her at some point.

"After an hour of rest, an hour later, the last round of polo battles begins!"

With the examiner's chanting, the final battle was brought to everyone's eyes.

"The last battle, the former Qin against the Northern Wei!"

It is actually the last battle, and Qianqin, who has never entered the final battle, will start the final competition with the Northern Wei Dynasty for the first time.

No one expected that Qianqin would actually come here.

"If you win the first place in the next place, won't you be able to get the first place?"

"In the second round of the polo battle, I want to get the first place."

The girl's voice echoed in her ears, and Ji Jiashu shook violently, staring at the wind-blown and sandy court.

Really...... Can you take the first place?