Chapter 607

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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"Boom." The huge beating of drums resounded in the open grassland, reaching the sky. The three-year prayer conference of Xianbei began.

Bows and arrows come out of their sheaths. People call them horse neigh.

In a moment, on the desolate grassland, there was a great tide.

First round, horse racing.

The warriors selected by the seventeen ethnic groups are gathered in one place, driving their own BMW, starting from the competition site, crossing the Qichi mountain 30 miles away. Whoever comes back first is the first in the first round.

But listen to the sound of gongs and drums shaking the sky. Hundreds of BMW left the string like arrows, and rushed towards Zhuchi mountain like flying.

Tens of thousands of people gathered around, immediately responded with a wild roar of excitement.

The galloping horse's hooves and the excited roar take the prelude of the three-year prayer meeting of the seventeen ethnic groups of Xianbei.

"Come, come, come, Regent, drink." On the high platform, the chief of the Sanhe nationality raised his bowl and toasted to the moon.

Ryukyu raised his hand to the sea bowl, full of drink.

"Regent, come on, do a bowl. It's hard along the way." The leader of the Heli clan laughs and comes over.

"That's not true." Ryukyu smiles with pride.

"Yes, if you don't see it, you'll have to take one, you'll have to take one."

In the laughter, the heads of the seventeen ethnic groups took turns to drink with Ryukyu. Ryukyu also came to drink. They took over one by one. In the grassland these months, they didn't practice well. The amount of wine increased with each passing day.

"Ha ha, I heard that the Regent has a huge amount of money. It's really worth mentioning today. It's refreshing." The patriarch of xiongkuo wiped his mouth and looked at ryukyue with a smile.

Ryukyu smiled: "it's natural to drink with pleasant people."

At the same time, the heads of the seventeen ethnic groups of Xianbei raised their heads and laughed. They were comfortable.

In their round of drinking, the first round of horse racing has come to an end.

"Kumba, a warrior of the dust family, won."

A loud shouting immediately attracted the crazy shouting of tens of thousands of people around. The noisy noise almost lifted the sky here.