Zhou Botong quickly lost.

To be exact, he quickly threw in the towel.

When the opponent directly threw calculus on the court and planned to have a good time with him, Zhou Botong just threw himself on the ground and began to complain that there was a shady scene.

For such reasons, the Mongolian woman unceremoniously asked people to throw Zhou Botong into the distance and directly announced Zhou Botong's defeat.

And this guy actually stood up without changing his face, patted his ass and said to Guo Jing and others that he was killed by the shady scene, not because of his own lack of strength.

Although he wanted to slap this guy in the face, Huang Yaoshi still endured such a breath, walked out of the bamboo building, and shouted at the woman, "If you go on like this, won't we be played with in the palm of your hand every scene?" If you really want to have a good match with us, then tell us the theme of the competition in advance, and let us choose the right person! ”

"Oh, so you need that information too." The woman pursed her lips and snickered, "I thought you didn't need it." ”

Huang Yaoshi was angry again, and he endured it after a while.

"In this third game, we are testing concentration." The woman smiled, "The two participants look at each other, and the first person to make a move is the loser, how about it, which of you is up?" ”

Everyone looked at each other.

Concentration?

Among this group of people, how many are strong?

Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong beside him, "If it's the original Rong'er......"

slurping his tongue, he shifted his gaze to Qiu Qianren's body. Thinking about this cultivator, then the concentration should be stronger, but thinking about his original identity, he shook his head and sighed.

In the end, everyone's eyes were on Yin Zhiping.

"Why me?" Even when he stepped into the ring, Yin Zhiping was full of confusion.

Where did he think that the reason why he was chosen was because among these seniors and masters, he was the most suitable to be pushed.

And Yang Guo and Yeluqi, who are also unknown and are juniors?

Hey. They are the descendants of the Tomb Sect. How embarrassed is their home!

"Still, my concentration should be fine, right?" Yin Zhiping thought.

When he saw the opponent on the field, he was even more convinced of this idea.

It was a European woman. About fourteen or fifteen years old. The face shape has a distinctly oriental appearance. It is a very beautiful image of a mixed-race child, and it is extremely attractive to men.

However, Yin Zhiping pondered. His heart had already been tied to Yang Guo's body, how could he react to this woman?

Therefore, there is no worry in this heart.

But when the way of the competition was announced, Yin Zhiping's mouth couldn't close.

"Come closer, come closer, come closer...... That's right, that's it, the game begins! ”

Yin Zhiping's stunned mouth didn't have time to close, his eyes widened and looked at the woman in front of him, his body didn't move, but his back was already full of cold sweat.

The noses of the two were almost together, and he could even feel the two points of agitation on the woman's chest rubbing against his chest, gently rubbing against the woman's breathing.

The woman's movements are obviously not illegal, but because of this constant stimulation, his body begins to react gradually, which obviously means failure!

"Can't move, can't move!" Yin Zhiping kept telling himself in his heart.

But how could he not move?

No matter what he puts in his heart, no matter what he has in his mind, is it possible that his brain can control the changes in his body?

But after half a pillar of incense, I heard the Mongolian woman who was the referee shouting, "Get up, that thing is up!" In this game, Mongolia wins! ”

Yin Zhiping staggered back two steps, and with a pop, he fell to the ground.

In this case, it's better to faint!

Take Yin Zhiping away, and the next game will start soon.

It's a startling project.

"The development of martial arts, in addition to defending the country and protecting one's own safety, also has the effect of strengthening the body. But with the stability of the country, lethal martial arts will naturally not be recognized by the superiors, and in order to strengthen the needs of the body, we have to master some special exercise skills. The woman laughed, "Mongolia calls these skills 'sports.'" ”

"There are so many branches of sports, and what we're competing today is one of those small categories. We call it 'Ping Pong'! ”

As he spoke, the two Mongolian men had already moved a ping-pong table.

"There are many small stories about the birth of this table tennis, and it is also a classic legend of 'small ball prying big ball', which makes people yearn for it. I won't repeat it today, but I'll just briefly introduce how we compete. ”

The woman slowly told all the table tennis skills, and explained all the rules of the game in detail.

Then, he turned to look at the crowd.

"Who are you sending?"

looked at each other for a while, but there was no previous embarrassment.

You know, this table tennis ball is indeed unfamiliar, and it really doesn't matter if it's a group of people who can play with two-handed hidden weapons.

After some silence, Yeluqi suddenly stood up, "I'll come." ”

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, naturally they didn't know that Yeluqi had been waiting for this competition for a long time.

Jerezi was bound to lose.

In order to win openly, after discussing with Zhang Chen, Yeluqi had to choose this table tennis ball and trained for it for five days.

Now, his skills have long been mastered, and what he is waiting for is an opportunity to show it!

"In order not to make this group of people feel my positivity, I had to overwhelm this kind of Cheng dù." Yeluqi said secretly in his heart, "Thanks to the good arrangement of the first two games, if they rushed to get on, I wouldn't have this opportunity." ”

When he walked up to the stage, he saw the Mongolian opponent on the opposite side making a fierce look at him.

Yeluqi's face was solemn. But I laughed in my heart.

This opponent is his brother, with such an expression, I'm afraid he is complaining about his running away from home!

"In that case, I can't afford to lose!"

Yeluqi gently pinched the ping-pong ball that I didn't know what method Zhang Chen used to make, and pulled it out violently!

Syllable!

The crisp sound was transmitted to everyone's ears, and in an instant, it was like a rainstorm, and the sound was non-stop.

This is undoubtedly the most exciting competition from the first one to now, and this one. It really mobilized everyone's spirit and attention.

An hour-long race. Let Yeluqi clearly understand that martial arts are not omnipotent.

But fortunately, he finally won.

"Congratulations." Yang Guo said with a smile to him.

Jerezi shook his head and let out a long breath. A feeling of fatigue. It quickly came to mind.

"What's next?" Seeing that your side has finally won a game. Guo Jing asked excitedly.

The referee calmly spread his hands to everyone, "He is worthy of being the strongest warrior in the Song Kingdom, and he was able to beat us in the Mongolian Zào Sports Project." But. The next one won't be so easy. ”

"Jianghu heroes, no matter how powerful their martial arts are, they also need to rest. When resting, a glass of wine and a table of good food are enough to be called the most wonderful enjoyment of life. So, our fifth competition is about food! ”

"This competition requires each side to send a contestant to enter the competition, each of them to make a meal that satisfies them the most. Then, the two sides exchanged tastings and each gave each other a selection. Only after convincing the other party and taking the initiative to admit defeat can this be considered a win! ”

The rules of this game made everyone dizzy again, but fortunately, there was no need to worry about it this time.

Huang Rong stood up, and soon walked out of the bamboo building, "I'll come this time." ”

She is very simple, and the other party is also unambiguous.

But I saw a white man who was not good-looking quickly walked out and said to Huang Rong in a non-fluent Chinese, "Please advise!" ”

With that, they turned around and picked out the utensils they needed.

"This group is very well prepared." Huang Rong looked at the dazzling array of pots and pans, and was amazed in her heart, "What I saw at the beginning, this Mongolian eats extremely simply, how can it become so powerful in just a few years?" ”

With doubts in his heart, he looked at the ingredients that had been prepared in advance.

All kinds of vegetables and fruits, all kinds of fragrant spices, all kinds of birds and livestock in the sky and the earth, a small half of them are ingredients that Huang Rong has never seen before!

She was frightened again, but saw that the white man had already caught a duck from the field and began to bleed.

Huang Rong is not impatient.

With a pair of skillful hands, she already wanted to make a dish before she went on the court.

"It's just a red-haired devil, I can convince you with one dish!" Huang Rong thought secretly.

The battle between the two chefs, although it may not be very fierce and beautiful, but the fragrance wafting everywhere really makes everyone enjoy it greatly, and this stomach is also gurgling.

But that kind of mouth blessing does not have the share of the onlookers.

Pushing a small porcelain plate in front of the white man, Huang Rong looked down at the duck meat that slowly appeared in front of him in a silver platter.

"Why is it only so little?" Huang Rong asked suspiciously.

She pointed to the silver platter, which contained only three pitiful slices of meat.

"That's the essence." The white man said proudly.

Huang Rong muttered about waste secretly, grabbed a chopstick, and put it in her mouth.

Crispy taste, but the thick sauce quickly spread out in her mouth, and in an instant, it made her feel that her whole body was fluttering.

"Awesome!" Huang Rong couldn't help but think, "This person's craftsmanship is definitely not much worse than mine!" ”

But the white man said quite simply, "Madam, your cooking skills are exquisite, and you are ashamed of yourself!" ”

Huang Rong was slightly stunned, she knew that this person's cooking skills should be half a catty compared to herself, if she was him, Fang Cai's dish would never convince her.

This man admits defeat so simply, is it a deception?

With doubts, Huang Rong slowly walked towards the bamboo building.

Then, a long-lost cold feeling in her lower abdomen made her understand in an instant! (To be continued......)