Amidst the exclamation, the Khitan warrior defeated the Japanese sumo wrestler again. He shook his tall body and kept surfing the field, looking arrogant and arrogant.

According to the rules, as long as you win five games, you can advance, but this guy is unwilling to go on. Instead, he keeps making provocative howls and bends his arms to show off his bucket-like arms.

"Ahhhhhh! He is underestimating the Song Dynasty and bullying me no one!"

Gou Yaer was so angry that she jumped three feet high. The fat Foyin quickly moved away, "The prince's power is great. I wish the prince a great victory and a great power to show his country's power."

"Give it to me..." Gou Yaer swallowed the last word. Of course he was not a match, but seeing the Khitans so arrogant, he seemed to be about to explode, and he ran into a panic. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Foyin's collar and pulled him to the lounge next to him.

"You said, who can defeat the Khitan warrior?"

Foyin scratched his head, "Crown Prince, are there no masters in the army?"

"Maybe there, or maybe there is no... You know, there is no such big guy in the military training. He can't have any other big guy except for being good at wrestling." Gou Yaer was helpless. The Song army promoted standardized training. The soldiers were very strong and good, but they almost didn't have such an exaggerated body shape. They would definitely not be afraid of Liao soldiers when fighting, and they wouldn't win if they just wrestle.

It's like the soldiers and professional athletes in later generations... they are all strong, but they are not in the same direction...

"Foyin, you pay for it!"

"Why did I pay the money again? I've become a treasury!" Fo Yin whined and screamed, "There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. You pay 10, uh, no, 200,000 yuan! Tell me, what do you want if you can defeat the Khitan warriors... Within three days, if he has not been killed, I will let you fight with him!" Gou Yaer said in a panic and threatened.

Foyin was so scared that the flesh on his face kept jumping, "Criminal, we are friends at least, you just hate me so much?"

Gou Yaer raised her head and sneered: "Don't you know many strange people? Why can't you even beat a big bear?"

"I said, Prince, you have specialized in your skills. If you want to be a monk, you won't be able to do it! You haven't seen that the big bear is a carefully selected warrior from the Liao Kingdom... I heard that these people are from the extreme north, tall and strong, with tigers and wolves, feed on raw meat, and like to drink hot blood... They are simply monsters. My samurai from the Song Dynasty, maybe some people are talented and able to win them, but it's too difficult to find such people."

Fo Yin thought for a while and suddenly said, "Criminal, do you think this will work? Let's think of a solution."

"What's the solution?" Gou Yaer said curiously.

"It's very simple. I'm sending someone to secretly give him some medicine, and I'll kill him half of his life first. I'll wait until tomorrow's battle, and I'll be sure to win."

After hearing this, Gou Yaer rolled her eyes and suddenly said viciously: "Foyin, tell me, what are you doing?"

"I, of course I am a monk!"

"Bah! How could you be so cruel to monk like you?"

Foyin stopped doing it and retorted: "Can I blame me? You still have to win against others."

"I'm for the face of Da Song!"

"I'm also for the face of Da Song!"

The two of them stared at each other and were very angry. They all blamed their father for their bad idea, and they insisted on comparing wrestling and riding horses. If they were changed to chanting poems, chores, calligraphy and painting, and so many big turbans that were nonsense every day could kill them and show their power.

I really can't find it happy to have to work on some projects that the Song people are not good at.

Perhaps in the end, I had to follow Foyin's idea and find a way to blackmail the Khitan warriors. So what if I win without martial arts, it's better than losing!

Gou Yaer is still very decisive, so he is ready to do this.

At this moment, two more people suddenly arrived, Song Xiang and Lu Hui.

"Grandpa Song, Lord Lü!"

"It's Master Foyin and the prince, you guys are..."

Foyin hurriedly complained: "Grandpa Song, the prince insisted on forcing me to help him find an idea and deal with that Khitan warrior. You know, I am an honest man, and there is no way."

puff!

Dog Ya'er vomited blood directly. After following these shameless people, it will sooner or later be infected. If one day I become a different person, please remember that they are all the ones that harm me!

Gouyaer was too lazy to explain anything, so he pulled out his legs.

"etc!"

Song Xiang stopped him.

"Mr. Song, what advice do you have?"

"Hehe, prince, if I was not wrong, this bald thief wouldn't have any good ideas, right?"

"Well, he asked me to arrange for someone to poison."

Song Xiang smiled hoarsely and shook his head repeatedly, "It's a big mistake! Prince, sit down first and listen to me say a few words."

Gou Yaer had to sit down and saw Prince Song shook his head, "Criminal, do you know that during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there were all Hu Feng in Chang'an City, singing, dancing, riding, shooting, clothing and food. At that time, the Tang Dynasty did not distinguish between each other, and used it. The great spirit was the best in all dynasties!"

"Grandpa Song, you need not talk about the affairs of the Tang Dynasty, just get to the point!"

"Hahaha, the prince's patience is no more than that of Lingzun." Song Xiang smiled slightly, "The Song Dynasty has a broad mind and is surrounded by the world. What can he win a few games? To put it bluntly, what can he do if he can't beat the Khitans even if he falls, what can he do?"

Gou Yaer couldn't listen anymore, "Song Gong, it's about my face, Song Dynasty, how could I lose easily? Which side are you on?"

"Hahaha..." Song Xiang laughed even more happily, "There is no need to say the theory of heart-killing. I naturally stand on the side of the Song Dynasty... But the Song Dynasty wants to accommodate all rivers and hold a grand ceremony. If we win, what else will other countries come to participate? As hosts, we should suffer some losses and give up some things."

"What about the face of the Song Dynasty? Will the Khitan laugh at us for being cowardly and incompetent?"

"No, no!" Song Xiang shook his head repeatedly, "Treat the barbarians, there are domineering and kingly ways. There can be a victory or defeat on the field, but outside the field, I, the Song Dynasty, will take all of it!"

Gou Ya'er took a breath, "Outside the field? Song Gong, what plan did you make?"

Song Xiang smiled and said, "If the prince is interested, he will go to the Khitan Inn with me in three days, and he will know at first sight."

Gou Yaer thought about it before nodding.

"By the way, the prince should not do whatever he wants these days, just wait and see what happens."

"Um!"

Gou Yaer nodded vigorously, and he also wanted to see how profound Song Xiang was, he was worthy of his father's pride!

...

In a blink of an eye, three days passed, and the Khitan warriors defeated 10 masters in a row, and dominated the wrestling arena and arrogant.

The Liao delegation also felt that he was very proud!

They claimed to the outside world that they were thousands of warriors, and they were all heroes. The Song Dynasty could not come up with a single person who could be compared with the Khitan warriors. The so-called great power was just bragging about it...

Faced with the arrogant and domineering Khitan, many people were indignant and angry. Some merchants openly took out their bounties, claiming that as long as they could defeat the Khitan warriors and demonstrate the prestige of the Song Dynasty, he would give them a reward of ten thousand yuan!

But just when everyone was united in hatred of the enemy, Song Xiang and the prince of Xiliang Wang Zonghan actually took the initiative to visit the Khitan Inn, and the fat monk Foyin came with him.

"Three messengers, I am here to make a wrestling match."

Xiao Hu saw his eyes lit up and immediately said, "Does Song State know how powerful I am in the Khitan warrior and want to admit defeat?"

Xiao Dayou was next to him, "I don't think so! The Song Dynasty is full of talents and extraordinary people, and there are many places. He must have prepared masters to decide his life and death. Is that true?"

Looking at these three annoying guys, Gou Yaer really wanted to beat them up!

But Song Xiang was light on his weight and was not angry at all.

"That's right. In the past, I have had many competition events in the Song Dynasty, but they are not standardized enough. From this time on, I plan to hold events regularly every year and invite players from all over the world to try their best. Anyone who can achieve outstanding results on the field will be used as an example, registered and preserved for future generations."

As he said that, Song Xiang waved to Foyin, and the fat monk hurriedly picked up a box. After unfolding it, there was a three-inch-high bronze statue inside, with a fat body, almost the same as a wrestler.

Song Xiang held the bronze statue in his hand and smiled and said, "I have already written to His Majesty that I am planning to carve the champion of each competition into a stone statue and display it in a special exhibition hall. The shape is similar to this bronze statue, but the height is similar to that of a real person."

Song Xiang said again: "This time, the players in your country are extremely strong and have a chance to stand out. I am here to ask if you are willing to make such arrangements?"

All three of them took a breath, and their faces changed.

They can deal with any requests from Song Xiang, but they only need to erect bronze statues for the Khitan warriors. Isn’t that ridiculous?

"Song Gong, is this my Khitan warrior?"

What I mean is that why are you in the Song Dynasty willing to spend time to make the Khitan famous?

"Hahaha, Is it a competition? Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Whether it is the Song Dynasty, the Khitan, or other countries, it is always a competition, and the results are obvious to all... As long as it is a hero or a hero, I respect it in the Song Dynasty and admire it. It is natural to leave his statue for generations to be admired by future generations."

Song Xiang laughed and said, "The envoy traveled thousands of miles to the Song Dynasty to participate in the grand event. All the people of the Song Dynasty welcomed me. The warriors of your country can create great achievements. I admire them happily... Not only wrestling, but also horse riding, archery, polo and other events. The Song Dynasty will treat everyone equally. No matter which country it is, as long as it achieves achievements, it will be the case. And when the day of Your Majesty's holy birthday, all champions can meet the saints and receive rewards from Your Majesty. Please do not hesitate. This is my sincere heart of the Song Dynasty, and it is easy to see the sun."

Don't doubt it?

If you don’t doubt it, there will be a ghost!

What is Da Song doing?

I don’t want to win, but I also want to make a name for the Khitan warriors. Is this person named Song so confused?

Yelu Huage and his friends couldn't figure it out, but Gou Ya'er, who was deeply influenced by Wang Ning'an, turned his eyes and finally figured it out.

Awesome, Grandpa Song!

You are going to turn the Khitan warrior into the palm of the Song Dynasty!

It depends on whether these three products are fooled...19
Chapter completed!