Chapter 1130 Test Next

Chapter 1130 Test (Part 2) Ask for Monthly Pass

In this gathering place of Mongolians, Battle has the greatest strength. Although his figure is not as strong as Timur, Battle is the first recognized hero for a hundred miles.

When Battle first came home, he once went to Outer Mongolia to participate in the competition on behalf of Inner Mongolia. At one time, those who thought they were direct descendants of Genghis Khan were defeated. Even if they were strong, few of them could win him, and he became famous for a while.

However, due to the particularity of Battle's previous troops, shortly after he participated in this competition, he was approached to negotiate. After returning, Battle did not participate in similar activities, but raised horses and grazed on the prairie at ease.

"Battle, you must win..."

"Isn't this nonsense? When did Battle lose?"

"I really can't see that this young man is tall and thin, so strong?"

"Don't worry, as long as Battle is on, you will definitely win..."

Over the years, Battle has rarely come out to wrestle and compare with people, so when Battle said that he wanted to try again with Zhuang Rui, the people who were a little depressed just now suddenly became excited.

Although Zhuang Rui can win Timur and is also a hero, he was defeated by an outsider. These Mongolians who are still a little unhappy. Now Battle is going to take the lead. In their opinion, Mongolia's first warrior will definitely regain the title of Hercules.

"Compariate, Brother Battle, I can't wrestle. If I want to compare, I can't fight with my wrists..."

Although Zhuang Rui is drunk at this time, he also knows that wrestling is not enough to rely on strength. If he tries to wrestle with Battle, he will definitely die.

"Eh, it's better than arm wrestling..."

Battle nodded, his face was a little solemn. His eyesight was far from comparable to those of those Mongolians. At the moment when Zhuang Rui exerted his strength just now, Battle saw that Zhuang Rui's explosive power was extremely strong.

It's just that Bartel didn't know that Zhuang Rui didn't use explosive power at all. The power he had was terrible, and Timur's strength was not much different from that of a child in front of him.

When Zhuang Rui and Battle stood in front of the table, Peng Fei's voice sounded: "Laoba, you lost a good horse to me just now. If you lose again, what will you do?"

Bartel smiled with some embarrassment when he heard the words and said, "Cough, your boy's horse is indispensable. If I lose, I will lose you another good horse..."

On the prairie, the most indispensable thing is horses, and there are dozens of good horses in Battle's ranch itself. He doesn't care about losing to his brothers. Moreover, Battle doesn't think he will lose this game?

You should know that explosive people often have weak endurance. As long as Battle is ready at the beginning and withstands Zhuang Rui's first three axes, he believes that the final winner must be his own.

Peng Fei said with a bad smile, "Okay, if you lose later, then let me choose by myself..."

As early as when he first saw Battle today, Peng Fei noticed the jujube-red horse behind him.

"Well, no, except for red blood, you can choose whatever you want..."

When Battle heard Peng Fei's words, his face suddenly changed. It could be seen that he really liked the horse called Red Blood very much.

"Hey, what am I doing? Let's talk about it after I win. By the way, Brother Zhuang, you just tried it once. Now let's compare the left hand..."

Battle laughed at himself. When did he become so unconfident? He thought about losing before the test.

Because Zhuang Rui had just had a competition, Battle did not take advantage of him and proposed a competition with his left hand. Zhuang Rui nodded indifferently and said, "Okay, the left hand is the left hand..."

Without Peng Fei's interruption this time, Zhuang Rui and Battle stood alone on the side of the table, with their two left hands tightly held together.

"Brother Battle, come on..."

"Battle, you must win..."

"Brother Zhuang, come on..."

Wrestling horse racing wrestling, these are all sports that can accelerate the secretion of hormones in men's bodies, but the voice in the field is obviously that Battle has surpassed Zhuang Rui. Who told others that this is a home game?

"Brother Zhuang, be careful..."

When Bartel waited for the father beside him to shout out to start, he smiled slightly. With a sudden force in his hand, the blue veins appeared on his forearm. Bartel wanted to try whether he could directly defeat Zhuang Rui with his explosive power.

However, to Bartel's disappointment, he almost used all his strength, but Zhuang Rui's left hand and lower arm were motionless, and his strength was like a stone sinking into the sea, which was quietly resolved by Zhuang Rui.

Bartel was shocked. Now he understood that Zhuang Rui did not win Timur with his explosive power, but Zhuang Rui's strength was amazing.

After understanding this joint, Battle took a deep breath, but used all his strength on his left arm, but what he had to do was not attack but defense.

"Brother Battle, I'm going to work hard..."

Zhuang Rui said something lightly, but Battle did not dare to reply at this time. His situation was the same as that of Timur just now, which had been overwhelmed by Zhuang Rui.

Battle clearly felt that with Zhuang Rui's words, a huge force came from his left hand, but Battle had been prepared for a long time, blushed and tried his best to untie this attack.

At this time, no one onlookers made a sound to cheer for Battle, because from the facial expressions of the two people, it can be seen that one's face is red and the other's face does not change color, which has actually been separated.

And the change of the scene also proves everyone's judgment. Although Battle is struggling to support it, his left forearm is still tilting outward, and Battle's right hand has unconsciously propped up on the table.

In fact, according to the rules of arm wrestling, this is a foul move, but Zhuang Rui didn't understand, and Battle didn't mean it, and everyone didn't care, which made Bartel pull back a little disadvantage.

But what made Battle despair was that just as he was about to increase his strength and maintain the situation on the number of five or five, Zhuang Rui's left hand suddenly came out a huge force that turned upside down.

The great power made Battle have a feeling of powerlessness in his heart, which destroyed Battle's defense.

"Dow!" After a loud noise, the two forearms were flat on the table. Of course, Zhuang Rui's left arm was on it.

"How can this...this be possible?"

"Brother Battle also lost, this... it's impossible..."

"Who the hell is this young man? Why do you have so much strength?"

"He must have been reincarnated as a living Buddha. This is a miracle..."

Zhuang Rui's performance shocked the whole gathering place, because the people who had not come to the dinner just now also gathered around to watch their game. Now there are hundreds of people outside the court.

The invincible Battle was defeated, which is difficult for people to accept. Some people even used the reincarnation of the living Buddha to describe Zhuang Rui. In their opinion, it seems that such a thing can only be explained by this reason.

"I lost..."

Compared with his own people, Battle's expression is very calm. In fact, when he failed for the first time, he had expected this ending.

Battle suddenly grabbed Zhuang Rui's right hand with his right hand, raised it high, and said loudly, "I lost and lost to my brother's eldest brother. Everyone said, is Brother Zhuang a hero?" The reason why he doesn't use his left hand is that Battle's left hand is overworked and is still shaking.

"Good man, Brother Zhuang is a good man..."

"Brother Zhuang is good, Brother Battle is also a good man..."

"Brother Zhuang's iron-blooded man..."

"The vast prairie, a good brother has come. He is so brave and handsome..."

As soon as Battle's words fell, the praise sounded. Although Zhuang Rui won the first warrior in his clan, the Mongols were born to worship the strong, and did not have any hostility to Zhuang Rui, but became more enthusiastic.

There are also those Mongolian girls who can sing and dance well. Unexpectedly, they composed songs on the spot, danced and sang around the bonfire, which made the atmosphere in the scene reach **.

Bartel took Zhuang Rui's hand, walked back to the low table next to the bonfire, picked up a bowl of wine and said, "Brother Zhuang, it's my Bartel who has made a look. This bowl of wine is dry first, which is a compensation for my brother..."

Listening to the singing of the Mongolians in his ear, Zhuang Rui was also very excited. He also picked up a bowl of wine and said, "Brother Battle, you are an eagle on the prairie and a good man. I'll drink a bowl with you..."

Peng Fei's eyes were dumbfounded. After spending time with Zhuang Rui for several years, this brother has always been gentle, introverted and modest. Peng Fei didn't expect Zhuang Rui to have such a bold and free side.

With this bowl of wine, Zhuang Rui blushed almost like a monkey's buttocks. He said drunkenly, "The Mongolian brothers are all good men. Let's drink again..."

Although Batel's drinking capacity is not small, his body is also shaky when a bowl of wine went down just now. This strength is lost to Zhuang Rui, and he can't lose any more drinking. At present, he has a bowl with Zhuang Rui.

Under this bowl of wine, Battle was completely defeated. His body slid under the table, but this was the home of the Mongols. Four or five people immediately came up with wine bowls to salute Zhuang Rui.

"Brother Zhuang, you've drunk too much. Why don't you go to rest?" Peng Fei kindly pulled Zhuang Rui.

"Go, I didn't drink too much. Come on, Brother Timur, it's done..."

Zhuang Rui, who had drunk too much, did not refuse to come. After drinking three bowls of wine in a row, he finally softened to the ground. When he was carried back to the yurt by Peng Fei, he kept saying, "I'm not drunk!"

: It turns out that the consequences of running naked are very serious. After wearing briefs at home for a day, I have a sad fever and all kinds of uncomfortable things. Try to write another chapter, but it will be a little late to get an injection first.

This month will be over soon. Brothers, let's throw the last one. If you don't throw it, it will be a waste. RO