Cui Po had been thrown out by a huge inertial force at the moment when Wuda stopped urgently. Fortunately, he was prepared. When his body rose, he lit up his horse's back with his right foot, and then used three points of strength. He flew over the horse's rod like a big bird and ran towards the high platform ahead.

As soon as he landed, Cui Po had already resolved his power and stabilized his body, but he did not stop for a moment, spread his body and rushed forward. It was only a moment, and half a mile away flashed away, and the golden silk clothes on the platform ahead were already vaguely visible.

Tens of meters behind him, Chacha and another rider followed him quickly. Amid the crazy cheers outside the field, the two of them were getting faster and faster.

Although Cui Po was very flexible and moved forward and retreated, he could not check the two of them and their strides were very wide. At this moment of single competition in speed, he could only maintain the leading advantage for half a mile away, and was gradually tied by the two.

Seeing that it was only an arm away from Cui Po, Cha Cha pulled out the scimitar on his back with his back. A long roar of gold iron, a cold blade reflected in the golden light of the sun slashed heavily at his shoulders.

In response to the sound, Cui Po rushed forward with a quick rush, and took a little force with his right toe as the axis to leverage one and a half turns. Within a slight slightest, he could barely avoid the sword force. He could not let the turbid air coming out of his chest. The rider who caught up on the right had already surrounded him, dragging a tight arc in his hand to slash his chest.

This sword move took advantage of the situation and had a tricky angle. At this time, it was impossible for Cui Po to rely on his feet to dodge. This exciting scene only made the foreigners outside the field scream like a ferocious wolf about to see blood, while Wang Zhushi and others exclaimed in surprise, waving their sleeves and covering their eyes, unable to bear to see it.

As anxious as the fire, Cui Po did not move his feet, and suddenly his spine broke and his waist and abdomen were sinking rapidly. He used a "iron bridge" to escapade the vicious knife that was struck by his clothes.

With his successful dodging, a thunderous sigh of tens of thousands of people came from outside the field. I don’t know if this sigh was a praising Cui Po’s magical evasion or regretting that the rider’s gesture would be defeated by a knife.

Cui Po's two consecutive dodges were not hurt at all, but his speed was greatly reduced. Chacha, who followed closely behind, took the opportunity to exert force, surpassed the two and seize the opportunity.

The other rider saw that the knife was useless and did not bother him. After taking it away, he rushed forward and tried his best to catch up with Chacha. After Cui Po got up and adjusted his pace, he was already two arms away from the two of them.

Seeing that the riders of their clan took the initiative, the foreigners who watched the game were even more excited. They opened their already hoarse throats and cheered again.

The names "Chacha" and "Sorangzelang" were shouted in unison by tens of thousands of people, and the sound was thunderous. When tens of thousands of herders were frightened, there were also bursts of thunderous sound. The huge waves of sound caused ripples to stir up the quietly flowing water of the Tibetan River next to them. The poor king and more than a hundred imperial guards used their strength to shout with breastfeeding force, and were only like a mosquito humming, obscuring the news.

"Kingkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkong

On the high platform, the sixteen-year-old Naja Jinhua was wearing a seven-pleated fallen shower skirt woven in gold silk, looking blankly at the three people who were getting closer and closer. This Tang skirt that Princess Wencheng introduced when she entered Tibet made her look like a god. Since childhood, others have said that she was the darling of immortality. The bright and scorching sun on the plateau tanned the delicate faces of countless girls, but it could not change her skin color like cow milk; she grazed cattle and sheep every day and did housework, but her hands were still as slender as spring onions.

Slim and slender. From the age of thirteen, she was more aware of her beauty day by day. In a tribe, almost all the young herders had come outside her tent to sing. Even if the cattle and sheep in his family were thrown far away, someone would help her find them. She was a simple child. She loved watching the little lambs grow up slowly, she loved to dance and sing casually on the grass full of wild flowers, and she loved to watch the young men wrestle and fall for him. In short, she was favored, so she loved everything she had now.

A month ago, when she knew that she had become the most beautiful girl among the six tribes; when she came to Luoshe, she saw Zanpu's huge tent with a dazzling golden top; when she first put on the clothes made of colorful clouds in the sky, she was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep all night, she could feel her beauty and the obsessive gaze when almost everyone looked at her.

But today, standing on this empty platform, there is no longer the lamb Zaji whom she has to hug every day, no longer the fragrance of wild flowers, no laughter, no longer the obsessive eyes of the young men that warmly make her, she is very lonely and afraid, she can only look blankly at the direction where the three people rushed towards. They said that these are brave warriors in various tribes, and she will only become the bravest bride.

"Men, one of these three people is my man. He and I will live under the same tent like my father and mother." This thought suddenly burst out in my heart, especially the word "man" that makes people's hearts always chaotic, temporarily dispels the fear and loneliness in her heart. Although shyness dyed her white and flawless face red, she still couldn't help but look downward.

"Ah! Could it be Chacha? He is the bravest shepherd in the entire tribe. He sat on his horse. Even on the dark night, he met the most terrifying wolf pack. As long as he hugged his broad shoulders tightly, he would not be afraid at all. Yes! How could those ugly wolves hurt Chacha's number one warrior!" Thinking of this, the face of the Plateau Mingzhu Naja Jinhua blushed.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes. Jinhua felt embarrassed for a while, but in the end he couldn't suppress his curiosity and looked down again.

"Can it be this? Oh! His legs are so long that he can catch up with the fastest cattle and sheep. With him, he will no longer have to worry about not being able to find the lost cattle and sheep. However, his face is so fierce. If he really became my man, would he want Uncle Eryi to hit me like Aunt Zhuoma?" The poor little Jinhua was scared. In order to escape this terrible idea, he quickly turned his attention to the last one.

"Oh my God, he is so beautiful! He must be the most beautiful man on the entire plateau, but why is his clothes so strange? Oh! His eyes, isn't he afraid of being so brave to Chacha and this vicious person? How hateful, he is still laughing. He can still laugh at this time. He must be a happy person, but he is too thin! Can he help me stack so much hay for winter? But what does it matter? After all, he is so beautiful!" Xiao Jinhua loves beauty, just like she is proud of her beauty, just like she loves wild flowers in the grass, just like she loves the furry lamb Zaji, she also loves the beauty of this man.

The three people under the high platform didn't know the idea of ​​the cute Naga Jinhua. At this time, they were struggling desperately for the distance between the two short tents. Not far away, the little lamb skin hanging on the horse rod could even be clearly seen. Grab it and rushed to the stage. There was the most beautiful girl on the plateau waiting for her. This idea made Solang Zelang and Chacha go crazy and excited. The strong desire made them completely forget the fatigue of overdrawing. At this moment, the little lamb skin that was fluttering in the wind was the whole of their world, and of course there was the evil wolf around them who dared to compete with him.

Almost at the same time, Chacha and Solan Zelang, who were able to live peacefully together for a distance, slashed at each other. Although Chacha's scimitar was short, it was strong and powerful. A series of four-pound strikes, Solan Zelang could not bear the force, and he refused to retreat at all. The long sword that was resistant to his chest and abdomen was gradually retreating. Seeing that he could not resist, Chacha's fifth sword came again with a loud shout, and it was too late to avoid it. Solan Zelang made a stunning heart, but he stopped escorting his body, desperately pulling his right side, dodging his chest with his left shoulder, and facing the whistling scimitar.

"Ah!" Naja Jinhua on the stage called in horror, and Solanzelang's left arm fell to the ground with a bloody flower. What a tough guy, he just gritted his teeth and said nothing. He took advantage of the skill of Chacha's sword and was stunned. He used the long knife in his right hand and quickly wiped it down to him.

Even though Chacha saw that the situation was very fast, he retreated and dodged left, but he still could not completely avoid Solang Zelang's counterattack with anger and a full of strength. A cold light flashed, and the sharp blade entered the flesh, and another blood splashed. Chacha's right leg was split into a wound with bone-sensing eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the two tribes were injured one after another. After the foreigners who were watching the field suddenly became quiet, they sighed in unison. After the Tang people had just passed the silence, they saw hope again and started shouting loudly, causing countless foreigners to glar. If it weren't for the foreign soldiers nearby, they would have been torn to pieces by a hundred or so people.

Seeing that Chacha and Solang Zelang were both injured, Cui Po, who had been waiting for a long time, did not hesitate anymore. He lifted the corner of his robe, walked around the right, and rushed towards the horse pole with a small lamb skin.

Seeing that his hand was about to grab the lamb skin, a roar suddenly came from behind him, accompanied by a sharp roar of a spoil that broke through the air. As his thoughts turned sharply, Cui Po shrank his hand and leaned down, and felt a shock in his waist. The jade belt that surrounded Guo Yan had been shattered by the long sword thrown by Solang Zelang.

A secret cry of "luckyness" in his heart, Cui Po stepped up again and grabbed the lamb's skin. He just felt a little smooth and a powerful sound of wind behind him came, but Chacha's eyes were about to break their eyes and endured the huge pain in his heart, swung his scimitar and slashed hard at this villain who was taking advantage of the fisherman.

Seeing Chacha, he was already limping and feeling that the big thing was settled, Cui Po laughed: "Good it's good." He hooked the lamb skin with his left finger, raised his right arm to block the scimitar, and a "kneel" sound of gold and iron clashing, and the right sleeve was torn apart, and a dark arm guard with cracks inside appeared. In Chacha's desperate and unwilling eyes, Cui Po used the power of heavy chopping to hook the lamb skin with his hand and jumped onto the stage.

He walked towards Naja Golden Flower with a smile. Today's hero saw a pair of bright eyes at first sight. What a pair of clear eyes! It was clear like the Tibetan river water flowing down the snow-capped mountains, without any impurities. The moment when the eyes looked at each other, Cui Po only saw the blue sky and white clouds. After a few steps, a natural fragrance came, and Cui Po seemed to be in a grassland with green grass and mountain flowers.

"What a plateau elf!" Cui Po exclaimed in his heart, took another step forward, and slowly surrounded the pure white and smooth lamb skin on her neck. Facing Naga Jinhua's stunning innocent face at such a close distance, even if Cui Po saw many beauties, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

The moment Cui Poyue came on stage, the tsunami-like cry of the Saifan people in the field turned into silence in an instant. Chacha and Solang Zelang both suffered losses for a moment, and in silence, they were stunned. In silence, they watched the Tang people step by step towards their most beautiful girl. When the lamb skin surrounded Naja Golden Flower's neck, the sound of the majestic horns was not cheering for the praise of the heroes, but a rolling sigh. Outside the tent of Zanpu in Tubo, Lu Dongzan, who was in his forties and full of sinister face, finally couldn't help but whip the whip in his hand that had been rushing to the pale face of Zaji Qinling on his side. Then, he bet his sharp eyes hard on the white-clothed Tang people.

Naja Jinhua opened her clear eyes wide, watching the most beautiful man in this tribe get closer and closer to her, watching him gently surround her shoulders, and only to see the extremely familiar obsession in his eyes, she finally smiled with satisfaction. The next moment, countless thoughts with various bright colors came to her heart, just like the sunset dyed the clouds red, and a stunning face turned red.

Naga Jinhua was embarrassed for herself again, and the beautiful man in front of her was so hateful! Finally, she slowly closed her eyes and opened her arms to the man she chose for her in Changshengtian.

"Single custom!" Cui Po smiled slightly and murmured. Then, he picked up Naja Golden Flower, slowly stepped down, and walked towards the shining Zampo Golden Tent.
Chapter completed!