The grassland is full of laughter and laughter, and everywhere is filled with the spirit of festivals.

The upcoming grassland festival has a special meaning for the herdsmen who grow on the grassland.

The Hansang tribe was newly decorated, and a high platform with a circle of dozens of zhang was erected in the open space in the camp.

Dorpa was busy directing the herders to set up the venue.

Ruan Ruan and his party were warmly welcomed, and Sanjizar set aside a row of tents for them as their habitat.

Returning to the grassland again, Feng'er's feeling is most obvious.

The people of the tribe let go of their prejudices and their attitudes towards each other quietly changed.

Zahn's injuries are no longer serious, and he will be greeted by everyone as long as he goes out.

This is a world away from what it used to be.

It was this old man, who risked his life to speak out about the dangers of a hidden place, that saved a tragedy.

Including Feng'er, they have also received the care of the herdsmen.

It becomes a good story that Hao'er's parents save Zahn from the mouth of the beast.

It was because of their sacrifice that the news of the Hidden Place spread, and the couple's righteous deeds are still talked about.

The herders of the grassland know how to be grateful and can distinguish between wrong and wrong.

Sanjichar's actions almost caused a crisis in the grasslands, but as he changed his mind, he gradually became understood by everyone.

Sanjichar went to visit Ruan Ruan when he was fine, and the two of them put their hearts in their hearts and released their previous suspicions.

"Both the Muba and Taru tribes are similar in number to the Hansang tribes, and they occupy the eastern and western parts of the grassland, forming a three-legged situation. ”

Sanjizar tasted the green wood wine brought by Ruan Ruan and shook his head pleasantly.

"The grasslands have been separated for many years, which has made them almost cut off from the outside world, which is also an important reason for hindering the development of the tribe. "Ruan Ruan has a unique insight into grasping the situation.

He has seen too many scenes, and he has single-handedly facilitated the mediation of various forces.

Fights between the Terrans are inevitable, but there are always small internal contradictions.

In times of external danger, everyone should work together to get through it.

"We also want to get out of the grassland and experience the prosperity of the capital, but unfortunately this wish is too difficult to achieve. Sanjizar sighed.

The grasslands of the north are vast, but they are also full of dangers.

The closure of the environment creates short-sightedness.

In the eyes of the southern monks, the herdsmen of the steppe were backward and ignorant barbarians.

This is what the southern monks know about the grassland herders, so it is difficult to change this concept.

There are also monks who occasionally enter the grassland, and most of them have unspeakable secrets.

The herdsmen of the steppe were not without hostility towards the monks, and even rarer than the ones Zahn had met.

Without communication, there can be no communication.

Ruan Ruan sipped the green wood wine and thought of the Qingling people.

They don't also live in the forest, and are not accepted by normal monks.

At the critical juncture of dealing with the demon clan, the Qingling clan people showed their strength, and they guarded the Anping Mansion together with the human monks, and won hard-won respect.

"The specialties of the grassland still have a lot of temptation for the southern monks. Zhou Yihan smiled lightly.

Trade is always the best way to get things done.

The fur and naidan of the beasts of the steppe were of great use to the monks of the south.

The caravan of the Song family in Jinhui City is doing this kind of business.

However, there is a subtle connection between Jinhui City and the grassland, which is the key to achieving tacit understanding.

The day of celebration has finally arrived.

From outside the camp came a noisy noise, and all forces from the entire grassland arrived one after another.

The Muba tribe is located in the western part of the grassland, and there are thousands of people who visited the gate this time.

The Taru tribe came from the east, and also sent 800 elites, mixed with many strangely dressed people.

Sanjizar personally went out to greet him, and around the high platform of the camp, a sumptuous banquet was set up.

"This time of year is the busiest time of the year. It's really a pleasure to see that you are physically strong and strong. Sanjizar first raised his glass and made a brief opening remark.

The leader of the Muba tribe, Jibateng, looked more muscular than Sanjichar, with a bald head and a voice like a bell.

"Let's get started, I can't wait to see a great duel. This time I'm well prepared to come out on top. Ji Ba Teng is quick to speak, showing the heroic spirit of the grassland tribe.

Ruan Ruan saw it in his eyes, but he didn't have a bad impression of this rough man.

"Little Jiba, I just can't bear it. If you are eliminated early on the field in a while, I will see where you put this face. A man in his forties said coldly.

"Grum, I don't know how many catties and taels you have, I didn't see you so arrogant last time I was defeated by our tribe. Ji Bateng let out a cold snort from his nose.

Grum of the Taru tribe has a pair of narrow eyes on his thin face, shining with fine light. He had a jewel-encrusted dagger at his waist, and he looked like a wealthy merchant.

"This time is different, I want you to look good on the field. Grum was unimpressed, and seemed complacent.

The two were full of gunpowder before, and before they started the formal competition, there was friction first.

Sanjizar smiled and played the round: "Drink wine and eat meat, fill your stomach, and then talk." ”

Several people bowed their heads and drank and said no more to each other.

After a short time, Dorpa ascended the high platform.

"Distinguished guests, today is the annual grassland celebration and the long-awaited grass threshing activity. The rules remain the same, with each side sending ten people to compete in the ring. One player per round can be played repeatedly. The winner can continue to participate in the battle, and the loser will be disqualified. Until no one from all sides plays, the last party left is the champion of this celebration. The winning side will be rewarded with 1,000 horses and 10,000 cattle and sheep. ”

It was the first time for Dorpa to preside over such a grand event, and his tone was not without excitement.

Under the high platform, there was thunderous cheering, and the herdsmen of the steppe admired the mighty warriors, and they all had warlike blood in their bones.

"The first round of the competition is now on!" Dolpa held up a small banner on the high platform, signaling that all forces could send people to the stage.

Immediately three people walked out of the crowd, jumped into the jump, and jumped onto the high platform.

It was Sobatu sent by the Hansang tribe who stood on the platform, rubbing a pair of large hands, and the muscles on his body were raised high, like an iron tower.

The Muba tribe sent out a sturdy man, slightly shorter, but also muscular, standing casually and with ease.

The Taru tribe was the thinnest of the men, only shoulders tall to the shoulders of the two, and some of them were a little bit of a thief in comparison.

Ruan Ruan said softly, which aroused a burst of curiosity.

"What's the matter, Brother Ruan, look at which of them is more powerful. ”

Ruan smiled softly and touched Feng'er's head.

Seeing that he was mysterious, Feng'er didn't ask any more questions, and calmed down to pay attention to the game.

As soon as Dorpa waved the flag in his hand, the three people on the field immediately put on a posture and stared at the people around him.

Only one of the three can win, and this will be a test of tactics.

Under normal circumstances, the one-on-one advantage is not obvious here, and no one wants to compete with the clam to make the fisherman profitable.

Therefore, unless you have enough strength, you will attack with all your might.

Sobatu didn't look at the deflated under Ruan Ruan's hands, but he was famous among the Hansang tribe.

Putting him on the pitch first is also to get off to a good start.

Sobatu is tall and has long arms, and first chose the thin man of the Taru tribe to start.

Deal with this inconspicuous little man, and take down the man of the Muba tribe.

Sobatu threw a punch and used eight points of force.

The big fist of the casserole, with the sound of the wind, this punch will inevitably knock the thin man out of the ring.

Coincidentally, the men of the Muba tribe also had the same thoughts, and also shot at the small players of the Taru tribe.

Two fist winds struck from the left and the right.

The thin man's body turned slightly, like a dexterous spinning top, and his palm flicked lightly on his two fists.

Sobatu and the man of the Muba tribe slammed their fists together with a muffled sound.

The two of them took a step back at the same time, and a pain came from their fists, which turned out to be half a catty and eight taels.

Sobatu flew up and swept across the thin man's waist.

The thin man moved around Sobatu's back, his palm pushing against his back.

Sobatu lost his center of gravity and pounced on the Muba tribesmen on the opposite side.

The man from the Muba tribe threw a punch and ran towards Sobatu's chest.

Sobatu stretched out his long arm, hugged the other man's arm, elbowed sideways, and crashed into the man's arms.

The man of the Muba tribe could only pounce on him and wrap his other arm around Sobatu's neck.

The two fought hand-to-hand, both were good hands, scuffling together, like two bulls wrestling.

Sobatu elbowed his opponent in the chest, but unfortunately the distance was too close and the force was insufficient, and this blow did not cause much damage.

The man also wrapped his arms around Sobatu's neck, as if he was holding Sobatu in his arms.

The two of them were close together, and they could both feel the power of the blood in each other's bodies.

The man of the Muba tribe picked up Sobatu as if it were dancing a big tree.

Sobatu kicked his feet in the air, his arms tightly bound by the opponent, and he was left to use his body strength to press the opponent.

The man of the Muba tribe exerted force on his waist and threw it backwards in a reverse direction, knocking Sobatu's body towards the ground.

Sobatu clamped his legs back, crossed the man's leg in reverse, leaned forward with his upper body hard, and slammed directly into the man's face with a hammer.

Both of them used enough strength, but they didn't want the other to take advantage, and they fell to the ground at the same time.

Sobatu's body was heavy, pressing on the man of the Muba tribe, and his elbows struck back, landing on the opponent's ribs with a puffy sound.

The man had one hand still caught in the crook of Sobatu's arm, and he could only use the other hand to form a fist and slam it into Sobatu's head.

Sobatu turned his head and struck wildly with his elbows, making the sound of bones shattering.

The man of the Muba tribe couldn't bear it first, his fists became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't help spurting out large streams of blood from his mouth.

Sobatu broke free from the other party's restraints, jumped up from the ground, grabbed the body of the Muba tribesman and threw it hard towards the remaining thin man.

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