Lin Feng's personal battle suddenly ignited the enthusiasm on the field, and also made Xiao Fengshan's face dark. He was a little embarrassed when he played martial arts in the morning, and now he was not the best at literature.

Before Xiao Fengshan could speak, a middle-aged chief with an open shirt stood up and shouted at Lin Feng.

Xiao Fengshan repelled the chief in Khitan dialect, turned around and said to Lin Feng, "The Meili tribe's thorns are so rude, I have to compete with you for riding skills."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Tonight is just for fun, come here."

Lin Feng was about to get up, but was pulled by Feng Jingyun behind him and refused to let him go. He looked at Abdul Ali, who had been holding a scimitar and silently. Feng Jingyun's little thoughts were also very fast. Riding skills were originally the weakness of a special warrior. Now, even if Ali from the foreign domain lost, he would look much better in terms of face.

Lin Feng understood and waved his hand at Ali. Ali tightened the white scarf around his head and walked into the field with his scimitar.

Xiao Fengshan and Paoshi whispered a few times in Khitan words, turned to Lin Feng and said, "Paoshi proposed a comparison method: within fifty meters, two people set off at the same time, and changed three horses in a row on the way, and then used a knife to peel off a pound of lamb from the roasted lamb at the end of the road to see who did it well and quickly."

Lin Feng couldn't help but smile. You Khitans go on a daily basis and they are all three horses. It's too common to change horses in the middle. It's clear that you are determined to win back this game. Lin Feng pulled Ali and explained the rules in detail.

Alibaba didn't say anything, looked at the scene and nodded vigorously.

The competition site was quickly arranged: six horses without saddles were placed in groups of three and each group was placed in front of the west starting line. After walking fifty steps, a tent soldier led his men to set two wooden poles with roasted whole sheep.

The thorn glared at Ali fiercely, and the horse on the north side was extremely lightly. Ali first stepped forward and stroked the three horses one by one, and then slowly got on the black horse on the north side and gently put the three reins in his hand.

Xiao Fengshan took a horse whip, shook his right hand and made a loud whip. He pulled out his thorn and whistled his legs and ran out with force. Ali slapped the three horses with his right hand in a row, and shouted and beat the horse out.

As soon as he left the starting line, the thorn had moved from the northmost horse to the middle horse, and moved between the two breaths to the southmost horse, and then he actually repeated a round trip in a show-off manner. When he was ten meters away from the finish line, he pulled out his right knife with his right hand and raised it high.

In contrast, Ali was a little clumsy. He didn't change to the second horse until the center line. He only changed to the southmost horse when he was seven or eight meters away from the finish line. He used his legs and straightened his upper body on the horse's back.

The thorn leading to a horse roared and cut out with a knife, and drew a piece of meat on the burning sheep. The horses crossed the finish line first. When there was a horse body away from the finish line, Ali suddenly drew his knife, shook his wrist and also drew a piece of mutton.

The Khitan soldiers watching cheered together to celebrate their victory. Ali calmly jumped off the horse, bent down and picked up two pieces of mutton, walked to Lin Feng, indicating that the size of the two pieces of mutton was different.

He pulled the thorns proudly and rode back around. When he saw this scene, he swears and jumps off the horse, jumps and makes people take a scale to measure. Seeing this, many Khitan soldiers around him stopped cheering and stares at this place.

One pound is less than one pound, and the other is more than one pound. In the weighing threshold, Ali won. Now the two are good at winning the game, and this situation is actually a draw.

The face of Battack immediately turned red. He pulled out the knife, roared at Ali, and rushed forward. Xiao Fengshan couldn't hold back his face. He reached out to stop Battack, and then turned to Lin Feng and said, "Bittack wants to compete with this Western friend to sword skills. I wonder what Lord Lin wants to do."

Lin Feng glanced at Ali who was as calm as water, and laughed and applauded. On the way back from Quanzhou, Lin Renzhao, Feng Jingyun and others tried many tricks with Ali. The three of them were equal to Zhongbo. There was no way to decide the outcome without a life-and-death battle. Of course, Lin Feng had confidence in Ali.

Pulling the piercing person usually seems very violent, but once he starts his hand, his knife is not fast and slow, and his strength is even. The knife runs towards Ali's scimitar blade, obviously trying to cut Ali's scimitar with heavy techniques and force him to admit defeat.

Ali also seemed to be afraid of being a tough guy, so he stepped back step by step to avoid the heavy sword technique of pulling out the thorns. Feng Jingyun, who was watching the battle behind, squeezed his eyes to Lin Renzhao and whispered: "Ali, this kid, is starting to cheat again, the old Khitan boy is going to be unlucky."

Seeing Ali coming back to the first row of tables, he pulled out his dazzling expression of joy, shouted wildly, holding the knife in both hands and slashed it with all his strength.

"Dang," with a long cross, the sword pulled the thorn was placed in mid-air. Just as the opponent was stunned by the shock of the opponent's fear of breaking the knife, Ali began to counterattack. The scimitar slid along the sword pulling the sword and headed straight to his right hand. The sword pulled the thorn had to return to the sword to protect his hand, but Ali was in a state of power and was unforgivable. The scimitar in his hand flew, chopped, picked, hooked, and cut, and was like a poisonous snake, which forced the thorn backwards.

Suddenly, Ali let out a long roar, and the speed of the scimitar in his hand increased by more than twice. He used five consecutive stabs. When he pulled out the sting and tried his best to resist, he suddenly stopped moving.

Pulling the thorns was a little puzzled, and he jumped and roared. Ali looked at him disdainfully, stretched out his left hand and pointed at the waist and ribs of Pulling the thorns.

When he looked down, he was shocked. There were two or three holes of stabbing under his right and left ribs. It was clearly what Ali had just stabbed secretly. The two fought one by one and lost.

In the moment of silence in the audience, Badu and another strong man jumped out, drew their swords and pointed at Ali, clamoring.

Lin Renzhao was shocked and rushed to the field. He found one and rushed up directly.

In less than twenty moves, Lin Renzhao surrendered to ten times with one force, cutting off the knife in the strong man's hand; almost at the same time, Feng Jingyun's pair of fleshy palms clamped the steel knife in Badu, and kicked it hard, forcing Ba to retreat.

In a personal single-handed fight, the Khitan Warriors actually lost three consecutive games.

Lin Feng walked forward, first took Badu's knife in his hand, and returned it to him with both hands. Then he pulled out his waist knife and handed it to the strong man who was stunned with a smile. He turned around and smiled at Xiao Fengshan who was stunned and said, "The reason why the Khitan warriors were defeated by chance is all because of weapons, so let's go to the bar."

The strong man subconsciously took the knife, suddenly reacted, and tried his best to push it back at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng pushed it back resolutely.

The strong man looked at the others, suddenly turned around and ran to the table, and said a few words quickly to an elderly chief. The chief nodded. The strong man immediately ran aside, took two horses over, and handed the reins to Lin Feng.

"Okay, let's exchange fairly." Lin Feng smiled and nodded to the big man, took the reins and handed them to Feng Jingyun, which was the first business after arriving here.

At this time, Yelu Long and You Jianyan walked into the field, and laughed at them, and the atmosphere on the field quickly eased.

Lin Feng's generosity and manner gave Xiao Feng a good step. He laughed loudly, patted Lin Feng hard, and shouted at the Khitan soldiers: "The heroes of the Tang Dynasty are powerful, and our Khitan warriors are not bad either. Now, let go of drinking and fight another battle."

The somewhat depressed Khitan cavalry immediately took action and took the wine to find the opponent spontaneously. Another fierce battle began.
Chapter completed!