A twenty-meter-long wooden pole stood in the field, with sharp blades facing upwards and fixed on the wooden pole, taking a step-shaped shape, and passing through the top of the wooden pole. The person below climbed up with a sharp knife with barefoot, which is called going up the sword mountain; going down the sea of ​​fire is like walking through the burning red charcoal with barefoots, with unscathed feet.

This kind of activity is extremely prevalent in many ethnic minorities, and only real warriors can do it. Usually, it takes thirty-six or seventy-two swords to climb the sword mountain, depending on the situation; it takes till barefoot to walk at least ten meters in the sea of ​​fire.

If one person is very dissatisfied with another person, he will challenge according to ancient customs. The content of the challenge is to go up to a mountain of swords and fall into a sea of ​​fire. The reference for winning or losing is very simple. One is to see who is injured, and the other is to see the time.

After the winner is decided, the winner will be regarded as a hero, and the loser will also bow down to the winner.

Yan Fenghuo's behavior deeply stimulated Xiang Yu, so that Xiang Yu directly issued such a challenge.

"Is it too savage?" Yan Fenghuo said with wide eyes.

He knew nothing about the thing about going up the sword mountain and going down the sea of ​​fire. If he had to step on the sharp knife with his feet on it, he would definitely be injured. Not to mention going down the sea of ​​fire, it would be fine if he walked barefoot on the red charcoal. It was probably a pair of feet turned into charcoal.

Yan Fenghuo has always felt that such activities are magic and require props and skills.

"Are you insulting us?" Xiang Yu glared.

"No," Yan Fenghuo, who is in Miao Village, quickly clarified himself and pointed to the gauze on his abdomen and said: "I'm still injured. Do you think it's better than some other things? For example, how about our competition for stone scissors? No? What about the two little bees? They are the kind of singing while doing the movements: Two little bees fly into the flowers, and the left and right are flying..."

Xiang Yu's face became worse and worse, and his breathing became heavier. He respected Yan Fenghuo as a man who said that he was going up to the mountain of swords and fire was in the sea of ​​fire. Most people were not qualified in front of him. But this slick guy actually refused. It was not his face alone, but the face of the entire Laolongzhai.

"Brother Yan, compare with him." A crisp voice sounded, and the peacock jumped over with a bunch of grapes, wrinkled his nose at Yan Fenghuo and said, "I know you can definitely defeat my brother, hehe, you are the most powerful in the world!"

"Peacock!" Xiang Yu scolded his sister.

Since Yan Fenghuo came to the village to recuperate, his sister has become like a different person. Yan Fenghuo has a long life and is surrounded by Yan Fenghuo all day long, without the reserve of a girl.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Peacock pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you just bullying the Yan family's prince injured? Why don't I compete with you?"

While speaking, Peacock stood in front of Yan Fenghuo, confronting Xiang Yu's strong body with her graceful figure, as if she was protecting Yan Fenghuo.

Xiang Yu laughed furiously, pointed at Yan Fenghuo with a smile on his face and shouted: "Injured? Isn't it just a bullet that scratched the flesh? He has been lying in such a small injury for a week. Is he still a man?"

Yan Fenghuo's injuries were not important. When he was hit by a bullet in his abdomen, he was just a bullet hitting his flesh, but it was just a skin injury. If the bullet hit him straight, he would have died long ago.

"The Prince of Yan is the manliest man in the world!" Peacock refused to let go and shouted to his brother.

In her eyes, Yan Fenghuo is the most powerful man in the world.

Yan Fenghuo, who was lying on the bamboo chair, looked embarrassed and felt ashamed. He just bragged a little more in front of the little peacock, such as the thrilling thing he had trained around the world in the past. But he didn't expect that this little girl was so simple and sure that she was the most powerful.

Hong Xiao next to him stared at the peacock in a daze, and a faint loss flashed in his eyes.

"I don't even dare to go up to the sea of ​​fire under the sword mountain, how can I be called a man?" Xiang Yu pulled the peacock aside, stared at Yan Fenghuo and gritted his teeth, "Yan Fenghuo, I'll ask you again, do you dare to go up to the sea of ​​fire under the sword mountain?"

This is pressing step by step, Yan Fenghuo's face is full of helplessness. Usually, no one can stop a second-hand man if he commits a second-hand man.

"Brother Xiang, he still has injuries on his body." Hong Xiao said to Xiang Yu in a pleading tone.

It would be fine if she didn't speak, it would be fine if she didn't speak for Yan Fenghuo. Such words completely made Xiang Yu go wild.

With a "bang", Xiang Yu grabbed Yan Fenghuo's collar and smashed his fist into his face without warning.

Not only was he angry, but he was also jealous and sad. He couldn't stand Hong Xiao's concern for Yan Fenghuo.

After being hit, Yan Fenghuo's eyes sterned. While reaching out to block Xiang Yu's fist, he hit the other party's mouth and nose with his forehead.

The muffled sound came out, Xiang Yu's nose was broken, and a wisp of blood flowed down. Yan Fenghuo was not easy to live. He was originally in the casino and had many wounds pricked by wood chips on his face. With a little force, the wound burst out again and his face was covered with blood.

"Brother, how can you do this!"

"Brother Yan!"

The two girls rushed towards Yan Fenghuo at the same time, with a heartache and anxiety on their faces.

Xiang Yu, who let the blood flow downwards, stood there in a daze without saying anything, and a disheartened and disappointed look in his eyes.

This look was caught by Yan Fenghuo. He reached out to wipe the blood from his face and said to Xiang Yu: "Go to the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire, right? Okay, let's play to the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire. But we have to add a little lottery, what do you think?"

"It's up to you!" Xiang Yu said in a muffled voice.

"Hehe," Yan Fenghuo smiled and touched Hong Xiao's head and said, "Whoever loses promises to agree to the other party's thing, no matter what, what?"

"As long as you don't go against moral conscience, you will be with me." Xiang Yu raised his head and said loudly: "If it goes against moral conscience, I would rather die than do it."

After learning from one mistake, Xiang Yu learned his lesson after the work of Mo Laosan.

"Who do you think of me Yan Fenghuo as?" Yan Fenghuo stood up with a chair and said proudly: "I am a soldier. You think I am too dirty, right?"

Yan Fenghuo stood up with his head held high and his chest was raised. Although his face was covered in blood and almost disfigured, no one could reject the aura of justice that emerged from his bones.

Xiang Yu looked at Yan Fenghuo deeply and waved his hand: "Put the knife, seventy-two!"

With the sound of words, several Miao people lifted the knife rod out, inserted a knife on it, and quickly raised the knife mountain.

Seventy-two bright knives shone coldly in the sun. Xiang Yu tore a piece of cloth and cut it across the blade and turned into two halves, verifying that the knife is indeed a real knife, extremely sharp.

"Please!" Xiang Yu waved his hand to Yan Fenghuo and said.

"Wait a minute, there is still a problem." Yan Fenghuo walked over and touched the knife and said, "We have to say it first, how to calculate the winning and the losing?"

"That's not simple? Of course, those who climb to the top win, and those who don't climb up lose." Xiang Yu defined the winning or losing.

"Oh, you mean that you just climb to the top and win, whether it's horizontal or vertical, right?"

"Of course, no matter what method you use, as long as you climb to the top, you will win." Xiang Yu raised his head to Yan Fenghuo and said confidently: "I won't take advantage of you, as long as you can climb to the top, you will win. After all, I often go to the Daoshan, and you may not have been there."

"Okay." Yan Fenghuo nodded.

"please!"

"Wait." Yan Fenghuo shouted again.

Xiang Yu said impatiently: "So what's wrong?"

"I have to confirm that I won if I climbed up horizontally and vertically?" Yan Fenghuo looked serious.

"Yes, no matter you climb up horizontally, you will win."

"Haha, that's good." Yan Fenghuo covered his face and said with a smile: "Are I going first?"

"That's right." Xiang Yu's eyes showed a hint of mockery.

Going to the sword mountain is a skill. Although Yan Fenghuo is very powerful, he will never be able to climb up along the sword mountain. He is sure of this.

"Be careful." Hong Xiao looked at Yan Fenghuo worriedly.

Peacock's face turned red with excitement and shouted: "Brother Yan, you are the most powerful! Come on!"

Yan Fenghuo turned around, endured the pain on his face and smiled brightly, then turned around and raised his legs, and pulled hard towards the bottom of the knife rod.

With a "click", the wood that could not bear the power of a kick broke and the knife rod hit the ground with a 20-meter-long one.

"Crazy..."

The dust was flying, and the knife rod changed from vertical to horizontal, with all the blades facing forward and the blade facing upward.

Yan Fenghuo jumped from the knife to the top of the knife rod, turned around and stretched out a scissor hand.

"It's not like this to go up the Daoshan!" Xiang Yu, who was furious, accused Yan Fenghuo of anger.

Yan Fenghuo walked over leisurely, picked up a grape and threw it into his mouth and said, "At the beginning, we agreed, whether it was horizontal or vertical, as long as we could go up to the top of the road, it would be considered a win, right?"

"But I'm talking about human bodies, not about knife rods."

"But what I'm talking about is the knife."

"you……"

Xiang Yu was so angry that he couldn't speak. He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen such shameless people.

"The Yan family's prince won!" Peacock jumped excitedly and said happily at his brother: "The Yan family's prince is a smart move, and it's much more powerful than using brute force."

Hong Xiao obviously breathed a sigh of relief, but his right hand held Yan Fenghuo's arm tightly to release the tension he had just now.

Yan Fenghuo, who was eating grapes, felt bitter and had no sweetness of grapes at all. He was not the kind of stuffy bumps like Xiang Yu. The two girls' attitude towards him was already very telling everything.

"Go to the sea of ​​fire!!!" Xiang Yu almost roared out with a roaring voice.

"First talk about the rules of winning or losing." Yan Fenghuo said.

"There is no rule!" Xiang Yu interrupted Yan Fenghuo roughly, stared at his eyes and gritted his teeth, "With barefoot, you must touch charcoal with your feet, otherwise you will lose."

"Xiang Yu, how hot that is?" Yan Fenghuo's face looked bitter.

"Since I have accepted the fact that I have been going up the sword mountain and the sea of ​​fire, I have to continue, otherwise don't blame me for turning against me." Xiang Yu roared very arrogantly.

"Okay, with barefoots, you must touch the burned charcoal with your feet, right?" Yan Fenghuo repeated again.

"Yes, you have to touch it. If you can't touch it, you will lose."

"No problem, just do it like this. Will I win if I pass?"

"Not bad." Xiang Yu focused his attention.

Faced with such a slippery head, he had to set the rules tightly: he had to wear barefoots and had to step on charcoal.
Chapter completed!