Yunxiao saw that someone came out to speak again, and was attracted to him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Everyone also followed the words, and when they saw that this person was handsome, they knew that this person was a guest of the Zhaoxian Pavilion, named Zhu Zhiming.

Barto thought he had something to say, and asked, "What else?"

Zhu Zhiming said: "I am not afraid of the competition, but I don't know how to calculate the victory, how to win, and how to lose?"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the Zhaoxian Pavilion suddenly realized that Xu was shocked by the momentum of the Mongols just now, and even forgot to talk about the most basic rules. Yunxiao was slightly startled, after all, there are still people who can think of this, he nodded with a smile, and praised Zhuzhiming's words in time.

But Nabato slapped his head and pretended, "Oh, I forgot if you didn't say it." In this way, in this first wrestling, of course, whoever falls to the ground first will lose; in the second archery, who shoots accurately wins; in the third competition, it goes without saying that whoever has the highest martial arts wins. ”

Zhu Zhiming nodded, and asked again: "What if you lose two of the three games?"

Bato pondered for a moment and said, "If you lose, you will kneel down collectively and shout three times, 'Uncle Mongol is brave, I will obey you', if we lose, ......"

He didn't answer, and Takeno Ming asked, "But what?"

Barto laughed, "That's impossible. ”

Everyone in the Zhaoxian Hall immediately objected, and everyone scolded: "What kind of bullshit rules are this, it's unfair, it's unfair!"

Seeing that everyone did not agree, Barto asked Zhu Zhiming, "What will happen if you win?"

Takezhiming looked back at everyone and said, "If we win, we don't have to kneel, but you must apologize for today's rude words and deeds." ”

"Yes, apologize!" everyone immediately chimed in, and everyone understood that the most important thing was for the Mongols to apologize.

Barto waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, well, it's up to you." Can we get started?"

Zhu Zhiming said: "My China is a country of etiquette, and I don't pay attention to bullying people with force, but I pay attention to meeting friends with force." Today's competition will inevitably hurt the harmony of both sides, so let's stop at the point, we can't fight each other, okay?"

Barto sneered and nodded. Yunxiao's eyes lit up, and he was shocked, he took a closer look at Zhu Zhiming, and secretly praised him for being thoughtful.

After a while, Barto also readily agreed: "Okay, just do as you say." Then he pointed to the giant man and said: "By the way, I forgot to introduce it, this Uratu is our first Tatar wrestling warrior, nicknamed 'Wrestling King'." Now can we get started?"

Zhu Zhiming nodded, and when he saw that everything was in order, he immediately retreated.

Long Feiyu walked slowly to the field, his face relaxed, and he didn't seem to care much about the giant man named Ulatu. And when the giant man came to the field, he was even more contemptuous of Long Feiyu.

Everyone in the Zhaoxian Pavilion saw that the giant man was a head taller than Long Feiyu, and his body was more than three times larger, and they all sweated for Long Feiyu. Cheng Zijin, Zhu Zhiming and others had a worried face, the woman in white also frowned, and the woman in the pink shirt shouted worriedly: "Brother Feiyu, be careful!"

Long Feiyu nodded, then looked at Uratu, focusing on him, he took a few steps left and right, waiting for Uratu's attack.

Nauratu opened his mouth wide, snoring and screaming, and threw himself at Long Feiyu with both hands raised. Long Feiyu was not fast or slow, flashed left and right a few times, and Uratu pounced several times, and suddenly screamed angrily. Therefore, Uratu sped up his pace, waving his hands to grab Long Feiyu's shoulders, its momentum was rapid and fierce, Long Feiyu didn't expect that although he was fat, his hands and feet were flexible and free, he dodged five or six times, Uratu made a false move, his right hand slowed down and grabbed Long Feiyu's right shoulder, Long Feiyu was careless for a while, took advantage of the situation to flash left, Uratu's left hand waved violently, and grabbed Long Feiyu's left shoulder. Long Feiyu struggled in a hurry, and the clinker Uratu was so powerful that he couldn't break free.

Uratu's right hand also immediately grabbed it, and put it on Long Feiyu's right shoulder, and then he used his hands to pick up Long Feiyu's bear, and Long Feiyu immediately carried his internal force with both arms, making a golden cicada out of its shell, and broke free from Uratu's hands. Then he immediately turned behind Uratu with lightning speed, and used his right foot to hook Uratu's feet, who knew that Uratu was steady and motionless.

Uratu glanced at Long Feiyu angrily, then turned around and pounced on Long Feiyu. Long Feiyu knew the strength of the other party, and he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he was very energetic. The other party pounced, he could dodge, but if he couldn't dodge, he simply flew away with his superb light skills, he wanted to win with procrastination, delay time and consume the opponent's physical strength, and then win by surprise. After about a quarter of an hour, Uratu still hadn't come close to the dragon's flying feathers, and was out of breath and a little out of breath.

The warriors from the Tartars began to shout, and Ula could not understand what he was saying. Nabato smiled and sarcastically said: "You Southern Dynasty people are really smart, if you can't beat it, just run!"

When Long Feiyu heard this, he was a little angry, he no longer wanted to win by skill, he wanted to let these Mongols see his true ability. Then, he stood motionless, and Uratu saw it and took advantage of the situation. He pressed his hands on Long Feiyu's shoulders, pressing down with force, Long Feiyu held on strongly, standing still, he grabbed Long Feiyu with both hands, and tried to smash him to the ground with all his strength. Long Feiyu felt that Uratu's hands were like a thousand catties, and he couldn't break them no matter how he earned them. As he fell, he lifted his feet and pressed them against Uratu's knees. Uratu pressed his knees and took two steps back. Then he was furious, and his hands hugged harder, and Long Feiyu's face turned red, almost out of breath. Uratu looked at him viciously, and suddenly pulled down his head and slammed into Long Feiyu's forehead like a ghost. Seeing that the situation was critical, Long Feiyu suddenly mobilized his internal force, and his right palm hurriedly caught up, and he pressed the powerful Vajra palm force on Uratu's forehead, and Uratu's head immediately froze, and he couldn't go down a little.

The scene was so stalemate for a while, Uratu held Long Feiyu strongly, Long Feiyu supported Uratu hard, and no one was comfortable. Uratu was sweating profusely in pain, his forehead had been imprinted with Long Feiyu's palm print, he was almost so angry that he was about to blow up, his eyes were red, his face was hideous, the more angry he was, the harder he was going, the strength of his hands to hold Long Feiyu was getting stronger and stronger, and Long Feiyu was also hugged more and more tightly, almost suffocating.

Unable to bear it any longer, Long Feiyu screamed, struggled to break free of his left hand, and then used his left index finger to use a finger of Zen Gong to hit the Tianfu acupoint in Wulatu's right hand. Ulatu's right arm hurt but still didn't let go, Long Feiyu pressed harder, seeing that the knuckles of his index finger had been submerged in Ulatu's flesh, and blood was flowing, he also held on. Long Feiyu pulled out the index finger of his left hand again, stabbed it into the Tianfu acupoint of Uratu's left arm, and drew a scoop according to the gourd, still straight into a knuckle deep. Finally, Uratu's arms were numb in pain, and the strength of his arms gradually decreased, and Long Feiyu broke free.