Just next to the tourist bus, there are more than a dozen Mongolian horses side by side, with colorful flags flying on them, some printed with Chinese characters, and some printed with Mongolian words, all with the same meaning: Doron Noel National Tourism Resort welcomes you.

In front of the horse were more than a dozen tall and mighty men, each wearing felt hats, bright robes, and Mongolian boots. The one in front was slightly shorter than Sarigen, but his shoulders were wider than Sarigen, especially his arms, which looked like iron bars. The one who was just talking was Alslen, who meant "lion" in Mongolian.

You should know that the Mongolians admire heroes the most and those powerful animals. Arslen's nickname is "Prairie Lion". He participated in the Nadam Conference in the league many times and was the best in wrestling and archery.

After seeing the person clearly, Tian Xiaopang couldn't help but grab the back of his head: Doron Noel, he knew that he was still a neighbor from Heixiazitun, just less than a hundred miles to the west, but it was actually a meadow, and there was Doron Noel Banner in Inner Mongolia.

But Tian Xiaopang didn't understand: the two sides belonged to two provinces, did not interfere with each other, and there was no conflict of interests, so why did they come and smash the situation?

He didn't know that in the past two years, he had also taken advantage of the rising tourism industry to start tourism with ethnic characteristics. Just early this morning, Alslen and others rode a horse to welcome the tour group, but found that four tourist buses were coming here. He thought that the tour group they had contacted in advance had changed their minds and was robbed here, so he rode his horse all the way and chased him to Heixiazitun.

Nothing is easy to do nowadays, and industry competition is everywhere. Only after this look, I realized that I was wrong. But since I came, of course I would like to take a look. It is also good to learn from each other and jointly promote the development of grassland tourism.

When he heard Tian Xiaopang brag about himself and claiming to be "Hei Xiaozi Tun Zhebee", Alslen could no longer help but immediately refute. As an archer, he certainly had his own pride.

But Tian Xiaopang was timid: "I don't have that much time in ancient times when I compete for archery. Several friends came from afar. As the saying goes, it's better to have some breakfast in our village first."

Tian Xiaopang was modest, but others didn't think so. Tong Linge stood up angrily and tried to hold his small breasts: "Who said that boomerang is garbage? I will compete with you - Brother Xiaobai and I will compete with you!" Perhaps he knew his weight, so he pulled the little monkey up.

After saying that, the little fat man took out the boomerang from his bag, then played a few times in the air, and put on a rhino looking at the moon. He practiced in front of the mirror at home, and felt that this position was the most handsome.

Then he told his friends confidently to throw out the balloons in his hands. The balloons were prepared for the children by the tour group, and they were tied with colorful ribbons. They were the kind that could be lost and could be taken off.

"Tongtong, can you do it?" My friend lacked confidence in him. After all, this kid had a criminal record and almost gave the teacher a escort.

Tong Linge confidently hooked his fingers, so several friends let go, and a few colorful balloons slowly took off. The little guys are not stupid either, they have many goals, and the probability of shooting is also high.

"Look at my invincible boomerang!" The little fat man was holding his breath just now, his face turned red. He immediately roared and the boomerang broke out of the air.

It was really unambiguous. The boomerang did not take off the air and flew out straight, wandered around the air for a while, and then flew back towards his friends, scaring the little kids to scream.

Fortunately, Xiaobai's eyes and claws beside Xiaofa Dun had quick eyes and rushed over and snatched the boomerang, steadily caught the boomerang. Tong Linge took a look and some said, "I'm sending the boomerang to Brother Xiaobai. Brother Xiaobai, I'm looking at you this time!"

The little monkey also likes to show off. He looks up at the balloons in the air, weighs the boomerang in his hand, and then grins, and it means: Don't worry, let the balloon fly for a while-

At this moment, the sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another, and a few snaps came from the sky. The balloons exploded in an instant, making everyone stunned.

Arslen gently put down the longbow in his hand, and his face was extremely confident: "I dare not call myself Zhebe with such an arrow. Zhebe from Heixiazitun dare to compete with me!"

Papa, the little kids have never seen this. At most, they have seen air guns shooting balloons in the amusement park, so their hands almost slap the red. The kids don’t have that much thought, of course they will applaud whoever is so powerful.

"Which group of you, I decided not to let you live in my house!" Tian Xiaopang looked at Tong Linge's most exciting photo shoot and immediately swept the little fat man out.

Tong Linge was so anxious when he heard this. He sat on the ground and used the magical skill of kicking his legs, which made his grandparents anxious and kept coaxing him.

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous, how can you treat guests like this!" Alslen didn't know that Tian Xiaopang was joking with Xiaopangdun, so he took it seriously. After laughing a few times, he said: "Dear tourists, our Doron Noel Folk Tourism Village is dozens of kilometers west of the west. Since everyone is not welcome here, we are the most hospitable nation. We grab meat, roast whole sheep, cheese ghee, and taste it with all our hearts. You can also ride horses and shoot archery and experience the nomadic life on the grassland. In a word, Doron Noel welcomes you!"

He opened his arms and spoke with great enthusiasm. Many tourists were really moved. After all, it was still very attractive to experience a different life.

The villagers of Heixiazitun felt very harsh when they heard this. Bao Daming squeezed over from the crowd: "This big brother, it's wrong for you to do this. This is not a train station. How can you rush to attract customers?"

"What's wrong with each other's ability? Heixiazi Tunzheba, today you and I compare arrows. If you lose, how will these tourists follow us?" Alslen has always followed the way of survival with the strong, and he looks down on Bao Da even more attentive to those who know how to be so rude.

Bao Da understood and saw some meaning, so he decided to argue with him: "I know what the surname in our village is. Let me tell you, we are all descendants of the Borjijin family, and our ancestors are all Mongolians. What do you have to show off?"

"Haha, just because of you, you deserve to be called Genghis Khan's descendants!" Alslen raised the longbow in his hand and pointed it at Bao Da to understand. He was so scared that the latter slid into the crowd and never dared to show his head again. He had just seen the other party's archery technique, and it was really called shooting wherever he pointed. If he really made the other party angry and turned him into a one-eyed dragon, it would be a waste.

"Arseleng, don't show off your power in our faces. I'll work with you!" Sarigen stood up angrily. He had contacted Arseleng before and was a good brother. He didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant. This is no longer a matter of one person, but involves the dignity of the entire Heixiazitun, and of course he can't bear it.

"Brother Sarigen, I admit that hunting is not as good as you, but you are not as good as me when you fall and archery. I take back what I said just now, you are the only one who is a hero in this Heixiazitun. The other people, in the eyes of my grassland lion, have become little sheep now, hahaha--" This Arslen is really crazy, the grassland lion is so wild.

At first, Tian Xiaopang thought that they were all neighbors, but they looked up and saw each other, which was not easy to make it too stiff, but the other party was aggressive, which made it a bit like a blind man entering the door - the bear is here!

So he slipped across to Alslen: "Don't be a good man in the flock of sheep, don't be a sheep in front of a hero. Today, I, Tian Yuan, want to see what methods does the prairie lion have? But what if you lose, what will happen?"

Arslen was stunned at first, but he didn't expect that the little fat man opposite him was a proverb that their tribe often said. How could he know that when Tian Xiaopang chatted with Qiqige, he heard from Qiqige about what happened to her tribe from Qiqige.

But since you are here, Arslen will certainly not retreat: "Okay, no matter how hard the horse jumps, no matter how hard the camels run, no matter how hard they run, I accept your challenge. If you can beat me, then I will choose the best horse and give you fifty horses!"

You know, horses are their best partner, and this bet is really not small!

Tian Xiaopang grabbed the back of his head: "Fifty horses are too many. Our village can't afford to raise them for the time being. Why not do this? If I lose, I will give you more than a dozen cows in our village; if you lose, I will leave those horses-" and pointed at the dozen horses behind the other party.

Now, the faces of more than a dozen men on the other side changed drastically, and they all wanted to swallow Tian Xiaopang's attitude. They didn't know that what Tian Xiaopang said was really true. The value of more than a dozen cows was even greater than that of the other party's horses. However, Tian Xiaopang forgot that for the nation on the horses, it would rather die in battle than give up his mount to others.

So they all strode forward, roaring angrily, wanting to go against Tian Xiaopang. Or Alslen raised his hand: "The cow without milk likes to shout, come on, I'll compete with you!"

After saying that, he raised his right hand and stood his palm in front of him. Tian Xiaopang knew it, so he also stretched out his palm and slapped the other party. This was called a swearing to clap.

Bang, the crisp cunch sounded under the big elm tree. Tian Xiaopang pulled back hiss and hissed a few times, looking at the red palm. Although he was strong, he was not rough and thick.

When the tourists saw that it was lively, they all surrounded a large circle. Except for a few people like Tong Linge who had been here before, they had some feelings for Heixiazitun, so when they stood on Tian Xiaopang's side, most of the rest remained neutral and became the melon-eating crowd. Whoever lost and who won was win or lost was irrelevant to them.

But for Heixiazitun, this is a battle of dignity and cannot be missed. Village chief Bao Lala Tian Yuan's clothes: "Little Panger, will you fall?"

Tian Xiaopang grabbed the back of the head: "Of course, this is true. Heixiazi and I have fallen into the wrestling - but it is not as powerful as it is, and it is stuffed into the butt by Heixiazi."
Chapter completed!