The three of them heard the noise, and they wanted to have a lively time, so they looked at the noise, but they didn't think that they really watched the excitement.

It turned out that a white ash circle was drawn in an open space next to the bazaar, and a ring was circled, and the two strong men were already scuffling together, and the fight was fierce.

Boke is a Hu language, which means wrestling.

There is a Fang Zhi Yun: "From ancient times, (Boke) is the most favorite game, if it is a prosperous day, then this skill must be held, the horned person wears a leather single coat, cross-boots, one person each of the east and west, appears and fights, to push down the other party to win." The patriarch and the prince came to watch, and the winner was given a prize, and the young men of his department usually gathered two or three people to do it. ”

This wrestling match is different from the swing ring in the mainland, it is not a rank, and it is not a one-on-one fight. It adopts the method of elimination, and the champion, runner-up and third place are awarded in the finals, and honorary titles and prizes are awarded respectively.

Let's look at the sixteen Hu Ren wrestlers, wearing copper-nailed cowhide shoulders "Zhaodage", with red, yellow, and blue turbans wrapped around their heads, Mongolian flower leather boots on their feet, flower belts tied around their waists, trousers on their lower bodies, and colorful streamers around their necks. Majestic, magnificent.

A pair of wrestlers waved their arms and riveted their strength, staring at each other with wide eyes, and no one was convinced.

"Fall~"

"Hard~"

"Knock him down!!"

······

The audience outside the white ash circle was also immersed in it, and the adrenaline was secreted to the extreme, and even the wrestlers who were wrestling on the field were nervous.

Ji Xin and the three were also among them, cheering for the wrestlers.

It didn't take long for eight of the sixteen Hu people to be knocked to the ground by the other party and eliminated.

The game also continues.

"Ji Xin, why don't we go play too?" Yan Liuhe broke his wrist, and some skills were itchy.

When he was in the Nanjiang Army barracks, Shan Gong saw that he was clever in his body, so he used his wrestling skills to let him know what it means to have a sky outside the sky.

He also learned a few times because of this, and coupled with his body skills, there are few people in the army who can fall him.

"Come on, let's just fall with them with this little body?" Ji Xin sneered.

Wrestling is not the same as killing. Killing people may only need to rely on weapons, poisons, or whatever, a guy's business. But wrestling, that's the friction between strength and power, that's the collision between skill and skill.

Besides, if you remove wrestling, Yan Liuhe can wrestle, and this one is in the ring, isn't his face that appeared on the bounty notice exposed to the public?

However, Yan Liuhe's words have been heard by the boss of this ring.

"And, just you, a weak Han man, look at your appearance, fine skin and tender flesh, you are still a Han from the south, right? Wrestling, not a Han can't do it, let alone an authentic Han from the south? If you can win a game, I will give you all my fifty horses, do you dare?" The boss's tone was very bitter and arrogant.

This is clearly a dog's eyes looking down on people, and it is a naked provocation of the entire southern country!!

Even Ji Xin and Kong Liang, two people who have always had a good temper, rose up namelessly, not to mention Yan Liuhe?

Especially Ji Xin and Yan Liuhe, although after they became prisoners of war, the Great Zong Dynasty did not come to redeem them. They don't have much affection for that Southern Great Dynasty.

But their roots, after all, are still in the Dazong Dynasty, they are Han people of the Dazong Dynasty, and this can't be changed.

And as a Han dynasty of the Great Sect, you must do what you can for the dignity of the Han people of the Great Sect.

There is a saying in the Han nation: Those who offend my Chinese will be punished even if they are far away~

When other races trample on it, stand up~

Yan Liuhe rolled up his sleeves and was about to enter the wrestling ring, but was pulled by Ji Xin.

Ji Xin made a trick in his hand and pushed Yan Liuhe back. By the time Yan Liuhe stood firm, Ji Xin had already clenched his fist to the boss.

Yan Liuhe looked at Ji Xin, and Ji Xin waved his fist at him twice, which means that the Broken Bull Fist in our hand is still a bit hot.

There was no way, Yan Liuhe could only secretly bless him.

Stripped off his hat and put on a cyan turban, Ji Xin put on a copper-nailed cowhide shoulder, pedaled Mongolian flower leather boots, and entered the white ash circle.

Head-on, a "big meat ball" crashed over and smashed in front of Ji Xin.

This big ball of meat is not light, and it is already wailing.

Ji Xin looked up and saw that he was a strong man who was more than nine feet tall, and his fat and flesh were trembling with four hundred pounds of flesh.

"Hahaha, there's a Han here, the ebony cone has just warmed up, are you going to come and fall with the ebony cone?"

Ji Xin ignored the ebony cone, but picked up the big meat ball that was thrown in front of him by the ebony cone.

"Are you alright?" asked him.

"It's okay, in the wrestling ring, these are just minor injuries. The man got up, bowed to Ji Xin very gratefully, and limped out of the wrestling ring.

"Hey, Ebony Cone talking to you?" Ebony Cone was a little annoyed by Ji Xin's impoliteness.

Ji Xin finally looked at the ebony cone.

"Are you here to wrestle? I, Ebony Cone, have already defeated two opponents, and if you beat me, I'll go to the next round for me. The ebony cone roared to the letter.

Ji Xin looked at the bottom plate of the ebony cone, frowned, and sighed:

"It's a pity~"

"What is a pity? Okay, you dare to underestimate me? See if I don't smash you into a pulp~"

The ebony cone was like a toppled iron wall, rumbling towards Ji Xin.

This offensive is a momentum to break through the bamboo, destroying the withering and decaying.

Thinking about Ji Xin's small body, how to pick up the attack of the ebony cone?

Raising his sword eyebrows lightly, Ji Xin dodged the fierce attack of the ebony cone on the side of his body.

Because the attack was too fierce, the ebony cone stumbled several times before barely stopping its foot.

"Come again!" the ebony cone swung his fist and turned to pounce on Ji Xin.

Ji Xin didn't hide this time, and carried the fist of the Broken Bull Fist, a move of the boy to worship the moon, turning the rigid into the soft, hiding the rigid in the soft, and colliding with the fist of the ebony cone.

The ebony cone didn't see how Ji Xin made a move at all, but he felt that his wrist was broken with a flick in front of him. Immediately after, his already unsteady leg and foot were hit hard, and he let out a wail and fell.

"I'm throwing in the towel!!" Ebony Cone held his head and closed his eyes, ready to be beaten or fallen.

Because of wrestler battles, only when the opponent is thrown without the power to fight back, can the opponent be considered to have won the opponent.

It is not unreasonable that only if the opponent is thrown and there is no strength to fight back, the opponent has no possibility of turning defeat into victory. This is the most primitive and wild wrestling!!

However, the ebony cone did not wait to be beaten or broken, and when he opened his eyes, Ji Xin was looking at him with his arms crossed.

"Since you admit defeat, why haven't you left the wrestling ring?" Ji Xin asked him.

Ebony Cone looked at the Han man in front of him, although he didn't know what was going on, he had already been thrown to the ground by her, but if he lost, he lost.

But how does this person look so familiar······