Descent of the Phoenix

"Booming." The huge gongs and drums rang through the empty grasslands, and they rushed to the sky. Xianbei’s three-year praying for the conference began.

The bow and arrow are out of the sheath, and the man is called the horse.

In the twinkling of the twinkling grasslands, there is a wave of weaving.

The first round, horse racing.

The warriors selected by the 17th Nationality gathered in one place and drove their own BMW. They took the test site as the starting point and crossed the Chishan Mountain 30 miles away. Whoever came back first, who was the first in the first round.

But listen, a bang and drums screamed in the sky, hundreds of horses like an arrow off the strings, rushing toward the Chishan Mountain.

The tens of thousands of people around the scene immediately reported the madness of excitement.

The arrogant horseshoe, the excitement of arrogance, took the prelude of the Xianbei 17-year-old pray for the conference.

"Come, come, come, regent, drink." On the high platform, the tribe of the tribe raised their hands in the sea bowl and toasted towards the moon.

In the first month of the month, the sea bowl is in full bloom and full of drinks.

"Regent King, come, dry a bowl, hard work along the way." Heli clan laughter also came over.

"This words are outside."

"Right, see, take a shot, take a shot."

In the laughter of the haha, the heads of the 17 ethnic groups took turns to come and drink with the moon, and the people who came to visit the moon did not refuse. One by one, in the past few months in the grassland, what was not done well, the amount of this wine is increasing day by day.

"Haha, I heard the mass of the regent king early, and today I saw it well-deserved, refreshing." The male broad-leaf patriarch wiped his mouth and looked at the moon.

Xiaoyue smiled and said: "Drinking with refreshing people is natural and refreshing."

As soon as this was dropped, the Xianbei seventeen patriarchs laughed at the same time, and they said that they were comfortable.

And just in their round of drinking, the first round of horse racing has come to an end.

"The dust-grand warrior Kuba won."

A loud shout, immediately provoked the mad screams of tens of thousands of people around, the noisy noise, almost smashed the sky here.