The two first turned in circles from left to right, then from right to left, and then from left to right. But no matter how they turned, the two always looked at each other, tangled, entangled!

Could it be that this is Wang Ba looking at mung beans? The people next to them began to make all kinds of strange noises, urging them to start working, but the two of them still kept turning, as if they had fallen into the devil's path.

Obediently, if you look at it for a while, will you shake hands and make peace?

When it was too late, the two quickly rushed straight to each other, pressed each other against each other's shoulders, stretched out their big hands to grab each other's clothes, waist meat, legs and feet and everything else they could reach, and tried their best to make each other fall!

Oh, I see, it turns out that this is the legendary "barbarian fight"!

Jing Changfeng had heard of such a custom among the barbarians of the Northern Regions, which was said to have come from the struggle between humans and bears, tigers, and other fierce beasts, and later became a kind of fighting game or competition between people.

Well, good, good-looking! Jing Changfeng watched with bated breath while learning the tricks and simulating it in his mind.

Soon, the two were divided between the winners and losers, and the losing side was crushed to the ground. The crowd cheered.

The victor raised his arms to celebrate the victory, and went to the ground next to him to sit down and rest, and accepted the praise of the crowd; The losers dodged in dismay.

There are indeed a lot of people participating in the competition, but they can all be decided in a very short time. Jing Changfeng had never participated in a similar event, and he was really unsure whether he would be able to win.

In less than an hour, the first round of the game was about to end, and it was finally Jing Changfeng's turn to play against a little fat man. Someone opened the chain of Jing Changfeng, and he walked into the playing field.

What will be the result of the competition between the Han people and the steppe people?

Kyo Changfeng bent down. The little fat man also bent down. The little fat man didn't know what to mutter, Jing Changfeng didn't understand, and he didn't want to know.

At the moment, he only thinks about one thing: he can't lose!

The little fat man's face clearly showed contempt for Jing Changfeng.

And Jing Changfeng is very wary of the little fat man in front of him!

Circle begins! There was a slight noise in the crowd, and then there was silence.

Above! The two rushed towards each other almost at the same time, clutching each other's waists.

The moment Jing Changfeng's shoulder touched the little fat man's shoulder, he really felt this little fat man, and his whole body was full of strength!

Sure enough, he grew up eating meat, and compared with himself, a person who grew up eating food, he has more strength!

The pressure on Jing Changfeng's shoulders is much greater than he estimated!

Both of their arms were trying to stretch out to each other's waists, trying to pull something to make it hard, but unfortunately Jing Changfeng couldn't hold the waist of the little fat man at all!

Because the little fat man's waist was full of sweat, Jing Changfeng wanted to grab his fat meat, but he repeatedly grabbed and slipped!

And the little fat man easily grabbed Jing Changfeng's waist muscles.

The little fat man straightened his waist vigorously, trying to lift Jing Changfeng up. It's a pity that it's because of my short height, so I failed in my efforts.

As for Jing Changfeng, he has always maintained the strategic thinking of withstanding the opponent's strength, and insisted! Hang on! Hang on!

Finally, the little fat man couldn't support it anymore, and his legs began to tremble slightly.

Good phenomenon! Jing Changfeng rushed forward violently at this time, and the little fat man's feet slipped and he fell to the side - lost!

The onlookers let out an exclamation!

Jing Changfeng won, it's not difficult to win! He gasped and reached out to pull the little fat man up.

The little fat man glared at him, rolled over and got up, squeezing out of the crowd.

Someone pulled his arm and shouted to the crowd: "Half-pull your ears to win!" ”

At the end of the first round, half of the men left the field, some rode their horses and carts back to their tents, while others stayed and watched.

At the beginning of the second round, the method of the game was changed, one person played, others challenged, and if they could win ten players in a row, they would be selected to become the ultimate matchup.

So the game was instantly much more brutal, after all, those who played soy sauce had been eliminated from the first round of wrestling in the game. Either it's not physically good, or it's stupid.

But at the same time, it is also a lot more exciting, in the martial arts arena, strong physical strength is the foundation, and the use of some small tricks is the means, both of which are indispensable.

Jing Changfeng was able to watch the game carefully and learn lessons at first, but later, to be honest, from the moment he came on the court, he could basically judge who could win.

Looking at it, Jing Changfeng gradually forgot about his situation, and occasionally observed the crowd around him.

Judging from the way these people dressed, the life of the people of the steppe tribe was actually very difficult.

A considerable number of people are not dressed brightly, and the combination of fur and silk is easy to misunderstand.

And the life of eating meat is actually a last resort.

What surprised Jing Changfeng was that among these people, there was no shortage of beautiful women.

The abundant sunshine and the nutrition of aquatic plants, mare's milk, beef and mutton make these women fit and natural, full of youthful vitality and wildness.

In the crowd, they unabashedly shouted and applauded their favorite heroes, unabashedly. Compared with the women of the Central Plains Empire, it is much more straightforward.

The match lasted from mid-day until dark before the ultimate winner was decided.

Jing Changfeng originally thought that in this round, he should also participate in the game, but he didn't expect the result to be no.

"Today's competition is over for the time being! Tomorrow the sun rises and the jousting begins! Now it's over! With a shout from Buyar, the crowd dispersed.

And Jing Changfeng was still locked in a cage and ate the behalf-beneficial-bene-go-leg and fishy milk tea.

The next day the sun rose and after breakfast, the grassland regathered the crowds.

The six men selected yesterday walked into the competition venue and received a lot of cheers from onlookers.

Among them, no matter what their hearts are, they maintain a kind of pride that they are already champions on the surface.

And Jing Changfeng has already been let go and stood in the center of the competition venue.

Jing Changfeng knew that this was intentional by the chief. Because everyone here wants to see whether the warrior Chu Zhen, a merchant from the Central Plains, who exchanged for the "Dzi", is as invincible as the legend; At the same time, I want to see the scene of the Warrior being defeated.

Well, let everyone who should come come!

Jing Changfeng enters the competition venue and waits for someone to come to challenge!

Jing Changfeng weighed the six people in front of him in his heart.

Of these six people, two were noticed by Jing Changfeng at first sight.

One is Lida, who I met the night before yesterday, although he is relatively small, but the muscles of his whole body are bulging, and he should be a role that should not be underestimated. Standing here means that he has eliminated at least 11 men in the last two rounds.