(Thanks to Dameng, Zhao Wuxiu 2014, book friends "no strengths", ufgw's strong support...)

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At the beginning of the Shin Shi, the bride competition began. The competition was originally scheduled for three games, namely, the sprint, the cavalry battle, and the scoop. Each side produced three people, or one person could take over. However, when the Karasuwan people saw the two-meter-long and thick all-metal heavy gun that Zhou Cang was holding, the originally scheduled Karasuka immediately announced that he would give up the game.

This is too bullying. Such a long spear is still worthy of comparison? He was stabbed off the horse before he even ran to the front. The most important point is that any expert in cavalry knows very well that a long weapon is not just about winning length. Otherwise, who wouldn't want to use a long weapon? The key is that every time the increase of cavalry weapons exceeds the conventional level, the control difficulty is three points, and the requirements for arm strength are very strict.

The horse man once used this mast-like heavy gun to defeat the five hundred elite cavalry of the Wuyan tribe in one fell swoop during the Battle of Xiaozhishan. This terrifying weapon has been circulated among the Wuwan people, but not many people have truly seen it. So when the Wuwang tribe appeared, all the Wuwan people from the Su Puyan tribe looked straight at it. The cavalry contestant looked at the giant guns and looked at the spears that were a lot different in their length and diameter. It felt like they were comparing with chopsticks and beams and pillars, so they directly admitted defeat.

If you still insist on losing or even dying duel, it is not a backbone, but a fool. Those who can be selected to fight against the Mars must be the few warriors of Su Puyan's tribe, who will let the warriors in the clan die for nothing. Su Puyan will definitely not do such a thing.

One game is cancelled. There are two more games. The sprint is from Datou to face the Mahan, while the sprint is from Zhou Cang and Wuwara Lishi Mengwuer.

Originally, Ma Han wanted to take over all the projects, but when he heard Su Puyan laughing, Mengwuer was fighting for his daughter Zhenguo in this battle. If he won, he would be able to enter Su Zhenguo's tent. After hearing this, Ma Han appointed Zhou Cang to fight. He didn't want to have anything to do with this woman.

The racecourse was surrounded by Wuwan people and slaves. At first glance, there were a huge crowd of people, no less than thousands. And people were constantly riding horses to come from all directions to see this rare duel for robbing the bride.

Fifty steps away from the fence, a row of open tents were temporarily built, and the most gorgeous tents were the rest and viewing places of Su Puyan, Datou, and the duel protagonist Ma Han and Zhou Cang.

Before the start of the game, he suddenly said, "If Ma Jun wins, he will naturally have both people and wealth. But if he loses, he will leave without any damage. It seems unfair to me."

Ma Han smiled and said, "That's the reason, so what does Zuo Dadu want to do?"

He raised his chin to the flying silver arrow not far away: "Ma Jun once shot a horse. If he loses, he will pay me the horse."

"Yes!" Ma Han was unambiguous, but then he questioned, "You have seen my lottery. But yours has not yet been seen, which seems unfair to me."

Su Puyan laughed when he heard this: "Ma Jun's language is indeed sharp! Well, what do you want to see?"

Ma Han said: "Since it's a bride, I certainly have to determine the integrity and safety of the target."

"Basic? Oh, the daughter of Zhen, right? Okay, I will bring her to Ma Jun for a look." Su Puyan was also very pleased, "However, the man is now in Sucheng, which is more than ten miles away, and it will take at least a moment. It seems that there is no need to wait, let's compare the first game first."

Ma Han nodded and gave a wink at Zhou Cang. Zhou Cang grinned and stood up, bowed to Ma Han and Su Puyan, and the tiger was in a state of tent.

Just as Zhou Cang walked out of the tent, a red shadow flashed, and a woman passed by him. Feng Fenghuohuo rushed into the tent and scolded Ma Han: "Ma Jinglong, I look down on you too highly and dare not accept Mengwuer's challenge. Do you expect this big black guy to win for you? Be careful that he was beaten to death by Mengwuer."

Zhou Cang was furious, stopped and turned around suddenly.

Ma Han raised his palm and made a quiet gesture to Zhou Cang, and said to Zhenguo: "Don't worry, if my subordinates lose, I will naturally appear."

"Okay! You said, I'm called Mengwuer falling to death." Zhenguo walked away angrily, and didn't look at Zhou Cang from beginning to end.

Su Puyan and Da looked at Ma Han with a playful smile on their faces. The Wuwan people were very open-minded about such things, but as father and brother, they did not interfere.

Ma Han waved to Zhou Cang: "Go, fuck that guy, you will have a chance to become a guest of King Kui tonight, and the princess who enters the temple."

Zhou Cang's anger disappeared, he laughed to the sky, turned around and left with great pride.

On the racecourse, the long sound of ox horns spread all over the field. Amid the cheers of the crowd, Zhou Cang stood facing a squid-haired Guru, a similar-height, big and round waisted man. Both of them were bare-shoulder, revealing a black bullock flesh with oily body. From the physical perspective, both of them were similar, with large and thick chest muscles, thick arms, wide shoulders, and wide body. However, this turbid man named Mengwuer had a high belly, and the fat cream alone was obviously more than ten or twenty kilograms heavier than Zhou Cang. When the weight was shaking, he still had a certain advantage.

The two men were five steps apart and had already set off their posture, just like a tiger before rushing to eat.

The horns and wrestling in the Qin and Han dynasties were similar to wrestling, but there were not so many rules, especially the Wuwan people. Everything was mainly based on real battlefields, and they could not help but bite, pinch the crotch, and insert the eyes. It can be said that any game is no less than a battle between life and death. The loser will definitely pay a bloody price, even life.

Everyone looked at the big human skin drum in the Wang Chan Watching Stage. The drumsticks were in Su Puyan's hands. The king of Wuwan Qiao looked around his subordinates with confidence, enjoying the gaze of admiration and expectation. It was not until he had almost finished his enjoyment that the drumsticks were raised high and hit hard.

Dong!

Ah—Ah—

As soon as the drum sounded, two roars of ripping silk were deafening, and two figures collided heavily, twisted each other and pushed them hard. The two were close in strength, and they couldn't stand it for a while.

Mengwuer wanted to throw his opponent down in one go and break his arm, but he didn't expect that this big black force was not inferior to him, and he was quite proficient in shaking. Even he used several techniques, but he was able to resolve it by his opponent. Mengwuer's eyes slanted and he saw Zhenguo's angry face by the fence.

Mengwuer gritted her teeth and suddenly roared. Her forehead hit Zhou Cang's forehead.

Bang! Both of them were confused, but they still grabbed their opponents tightly. Since this "head hammer" was used by Mengwuer, he was mentally prepared in advance, so even though his head was dizzy, he still did not forget to use the move. He hugged Zhou Cang in the waist and threw Zhou Cang to the ground. Then he twisted Zhou Cang's arm with both hands and tried to break it.

Zhou Cang supported the ground with one hand, and was pulled hard by his twisted arms. The setting sun shone on four arms with black luster, sweaty, and both of them were bulging with cheeks. The blue veins on their foreheads thrust. A lot of sweat and smooth skin made Mengwuer's palm slip, and he could no longer hold Zhou Cang's arms tightly, and he slipped away little by little.

"Ao!"

Once Zhou Cang escaped, he rolled forward and bounced up like an angry black bear pounced on Mengwuer. When Mengwuer stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulders again, Zhou Cang pressed his wrist with both hands. Then he jumped up, held Mengwuer's right arm with both feet, and used his body's self-weight to knock him down to the ground.

The two fell to the ground at the same time. Zhou Cang was in the upper position, holding Mengwuer's right arm tightly with both hands, and pressing his throat and chest and abdomen with both legs, forming a "Ding" shape. Mengwuer could not break free even if he struggled desperately.

In the king's tent, the horse was fierce and smiled: "It's a very good 'cross solid'. I'm learning and using it now. Mengwuer is finished."

As soon as Ma Han finished speaking, Zhou Cang had already held Mengwuer's palm and twisted it hard. With a click, Mengwuer's wrist joint was twisted.

In the first battle, Zhou Cang won.

Thousands of Wuwan people watching shouted and cheered, no matter what they were not of my race, cheers belonged to the winners only.

Zhou Cang rubbed his arms, pushed a big purple-colored bag with his head knocked out, walked indifferently, and laughed at Ma Han from afar: "The City Shou Sect's move is indeed powerful. This battle is considered to be my Zhou Cang win for Cheng Shou."

Su Puyan and his son looked ugly and had a faint fear. The move used by this black man to defeat Mengwuer was actually taught by Ma Han? In addition to riding and shooting, this man was so terrifying in melee combat.

Datou was even more secretly glad that at first he wanted to flee with Ma Han, but his father immediately told him that at the Shilin Conference, the guard of Zhuluo Marquis Luobang was deposed. Datou immediately gave up this idea and shot it in a flash. Although the shadow of the arrow still existed, it would be different with the Wu Zhu Blood Curse...

At this time, a man from Wuwan came into the tent and bowed: "Master, the man has been brought here."

Su Puyan nodded and made a request to Ma Han.

Ma Han then stood up and walked out of the tent. Then, he saw the gorgeously decorated car he had seen on the banks of the Hutuo River. When he lifted the curtain, he saw a pair of big eyes that were Yichen and Yixi, and his familiar and beautiful face.

"It's really you? I'm not dreaming, right?" Zhen Qin closed her hands together and cried with joy. She completely abandoned the girl's reserve, walked forward with her knees, and held the collar of the Martin. She grabbed so hard that the Martin's body was so strong that she had a tendency to be pulled forward.

Ma Han reached out to support the door frame and smiled and nodded: "What did the Wuhuan people do to you, right?"

"No!" Zhen Qin shook her head quickly, but she was thinking in her heart that when the prince of Wuhuan grabbed her yesterday, she said proudly that she would be with her that night... so scared her that night. Fortunately, the evil man never showed up.

"Okay, be prepared, I'll take you away later."

"Yeah!" Zhen Qin nodded vigorously, tears fell - at this moment, she believed in anything he said.

Ma Han looked at her deeply, put down the curtains, and when his vision was blocked, Zhen Qin felt a loss that she had never felt before.

"Come on, we don't have much time left, we'll finish early and have dinner." Ma Han strode back to the tent and shouted in response.

Is this the way to take my own posture? The head and facial muscles twitched slightly, their eyes were vicious, and they turned their heads. The father and son exchanged a wink and slowly got up.

Ma Han glanced casually in a certain direction, and then took the demonic eye bow presented by a wolf-toothed flying cavalry, and strode towards the white horse and silver arrow.

The curtains of the car were slightly lifted open, and a pair of bright big eyes stared at Ma Han eagerly, reluctant to leave for a moment.

When Ma Han was about to pick up the stirrup and get on the horse, Zhenguo suddenly rushed over and grabbed Ma Han's shoulder from behind, feeling excited: "You will definitely be killed by my brother. It's still too late to give up now, I...I will give it to you..."

If the one who rushed over was not the daughter of King Kui, Ma Han had already thrown her out, so how could she allow her to get close to her? His face darkened: "If you don't let go, I will treat you as a harassment duel. Your brother will directly be sentenced to the loss. Do you understand?"

The last three words of Ma Han were yelled out. He was so shocked that he took several steps back on the spot.

Looking at the Yingwu Rider's shadow who was leaving Ma Han, Zhenguo shouted at the top of his lungs: "You will regret it! You will regret it!" He then turned his head and ran to the king's tent, rushed to the front of his father in one breath, stretched out his palm, spread it open, and there were two slender hairs in the palm. It was Zhenguo who just took the opportunity of grabbing Ma Han's shoulder and pulled it off from his shoulder side.

Su Puyan smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, I know you can do it. Really, this is his own chance to give up. My Su Puyan's daughter was humiliated, and the one who insulted her will pay a heavy price."

A servant approached him and carefully took his hair from Zhenguo, wrapped it in cloth, exited the tent, and rushed to the mysterious sacrificial ground surrounded by white cloth...

On the racetrack, the two riders face each other, apart a hundred steps away, looking at each other from afar.

The head of the head was obviously prepared. He wore a thick armor, an iron helmet, and an iron shield, almost armed his teeth, and even a rare iron shield was used. As the prince of the Karasuka King, he was fighting at home, and thousands of Wuhuan people present were his subordinates. Originally, all his eyes should have been focused on him, but none of them looked at him. Therefore, everyone's eyes were betting on the legendary man and the peerless bow.

There was a constant buzzing sound over the audience. After listening carefully, they were shouting: "Kumbotulu!" "Demon Eye Blood Bow!"

When Ma Han pulled out the modified magic eye bow, the field was even more thrilling - such a unique bow, unprecedented, and the blood-colored eyes that were so scary... It is indeed worthy of being the magic bow used by the God of Greedy Wolf!

Many Wuhuan herders knelt on the ground, bowing the demons and even bowing to the Ma Han. This made Su Puyan and Datou and his son extremely angry, but they were helpless. Wang Quan could only retreat to the corner in front of the miracle. Only Zhenguo looked at this scene blankly, as stiff as a wooden man.

The man could no longer bear to be ignored, but that person was enjoying the worship of the coming of the God of Greedy Wolf!

"Do you die!" He clamped his head and rushed towards Ma Han like a wind.

At the same time, one hundred and fifty steps away from the field and two hundred and fifty steps away from the horseman, the mysterious ritual had reached its most critical moment. As a spell that was inexplicably palpitations spit out from the thin purple-black lips, a thin finger like chicken feet twisted two hairs, hanging above a pottery jar, with flames licking at the bottom of the jar, and the inside of the jar was filled with chubby liquid-blooded liquid.

Almost at the same time, Ma Han raised his bow, squeezed, pulled it full, and launched - this direction, distance, strength, altitude, wind speed, temperature, etc., all calculated half an hour ago. He simulated it countless times when he was familiar with the field. The moment before, he repeatedly used the heat source to scan the judgment ceremony in the center, and the red dot closest to the fire source was the target. He firmly believed that this arrow would definitely not fail!

In the eyes of everyone, Ma Han's arrow was as fast as lightning, and he shot his head quickly... and flew past his ears and flew to the distance behind the tent, missing.

"Woo——" The audience was in a big uproar.

He was so excited that he drew his head and shot him with an arrow. Then, the horse disappeared.

"I shot!" Datou opened his arms and raised his head and laughed wildly, "The Divine Witch Blood Curse is indeed amazing! Hahaha..." But then, Datou was shocked when he saw his father, pointing at the Dayuan horse, shouting at something at the top of his lungs.

The head of the head glanced and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Yes, no one was seen immediately, but no corpse was seen under the horse! Where is the person? Suddenly, a flash of eyes appeared on the horse's back, and then the bowstring sounded. The head of the head of the head reacted very quickly, and instinctively blocked the shield.

!It blocked. But why did the left leg hurt so hard?

Datou lowered his head, but saw a dark subway arrow that penetrated the iron shield, the iron sheet, leather and hard wood, shot through the thighs and then penetrated into the horse's belly... Datou and his war horse made a bitter neighing voice, and fell to the ground with a bang. The smoke and dust were stirred up, and the blood mixed with the people and horses was soaked in the mud.

At the same time, a rider rushed in a hurry from a distance and shouted in a trembling voice: "No! The magic witch... the magic witch died in the magic arrow..."
Chapter completed!