I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 218 Competition to determine stocks
Li Lang had no way of knowing whether it was the intimidation and surrender that occurred among the Heihan tribe or the planning and layout of the Bailong Temple.

He is now at the center of the whirlpool.

Not only was all the money that was thrown away in the past few days recovered, but it was also repaid dozens of times. In a short period of time, Li Lang was already considered extremely wealthy.

He even thought about finding an opportunity to use the trade disk to sneak away the practitioners of Tiandu Sect and come to the Western Regions to deliver takeaways to him.

It has to be said that the sudden wealth really made Li Lang feel a little overwhelmed.

Ordinary people in the Western Regions may have had a harder time.

But those tribal leaders and nobles are really rich.

All of them are wealthy men who don’t show off their wealth.

Li Lang finally understood why before time travel, so many people only engaged in gimmicks with PPT and did not engage in industry.

Because it’s so profitable and so easy to cheat!
Regardless of whether you make money in the end, writing this PPT cannot be in vain, stories cannot be made up in vain, and beautiful prospects cannot be planned in vain.

"I came here to get some fresh air. The conference will start soon. Your view here is also better. I will be able to enter the venue sooner."

And these barbarian beauties have long lost their individuality. From their hearts to their bodies, they instinctively cater to and please others.

Even girls from the Western Regions will feel embarrassed if they see their parents doing something in front of them.

Li Lang understood immediately.

Even if you see through it, you won’t say it out. What’s more, no one dares to say it until everything is settled. It’s 100% impossible.

After all, in this place in the Western Region, modesty is not a virtue, and humility will not be respected.

This is tantamount to giving them a stage to show off and a space to expand their influence. How could they refuse?

This is bad.

In this scrambled egg world, faced with backward customs and habits, Li Lang had no choice but to scramble.

In fact, it may be difficult to deceive one person, but it can be easy to deceive a group of people.

Li Lang and Adalanti each also had a bowl of wine.

They all know Adaranti, but they are not afraid of her.

Adalanti pretended not to see it and continued: "It's about to start!"

As for how many years it will take to complete, how much food will be consumed, how many lives will be needed, when will the cost be repaid, and whether the expected goals can be achieved, most people will not care about these at this time.

These beauties were all gifts given to Li Lang by the leaders of various tribes in order to win over and please Li Lang.

While talking to Adalanti, a beauty from a foreign country crawled out from under the low table, then took a sip of the blood wine on the table, and gave Adalanti a charming look, and then everything in the tent was as crisp as Ring's laughter.

"Now it's time to sacrifice the sheep!"

"Why are you here?" Li Lang asked Adalanti.

Because in their understanding, their current master is Li Lang.

Placed on the table are all kinds of fruits that are specialties from the Western Regions. They look so bright and exciting.

If we really want to say that there is any difference compared to Tianshan Yue, Sima Qingyi, Adalanti and other women, it is just the bonus of status, as well as the confidence and confidence brought by her own strength.

Adalanti said: "My mother is here and is in my father's tent. They meet again after a long absence and have a lot to say."

After all, only when the tide recedes can we really see clearly who is swimming in the fruit.

Blood was continuously sprinkled into the wine jar, and bowls of wine were carried by the barbarian maids and delivered to the various tents surrounding the central grassland.

Li Lang came up with a seemingly reasonable plan and laid out a bright future prospects. At the same time, he spread rumors to prop up the plan, making investors full of confidence in whether it would bear fruit.

Such a scene can be described as heaven.

Since he was pretending to be a guru, how could Li Lang not understand some common customs of the barbarians in the Western Regions?
Sure enough, as the fat sheep let out its final cry, its neck was cut open with a sharp scimitar.

After all, no matter how good a brothel woman is, most of her independent personalities are still sound.

Li Lang was dressed in a gorgeous monk's robe, sitting in a large and luxurious tent, waiting on the left and right side by more than a dozen beauties of all kinds.

Then why don’t they all rush over to grab more shares?

Not all are fools, Li Lang has put up a framework, and anyone with a brain can fill it with conspiracies.

Adalanti obviously had nothing to say. Even if she didn't say anything about these customs, Li Lang knew about them.

The night wind whistled low on the grassland, and the wildfire in the center of the square was burning brightly.

Li Lang didn't refuse pretentiously and accepted them all.

But being in it is really fun!
How can you not be happy when you serve so many beauties with all your heart?

It is simply a bit more ridiculous than the brothel romances of the past.

The night wind blew into the tent, and Adalanti, who stepped in, looked up and saw the scene inside the tent. There was a slight change in her eyes, but she still sat down at the low table next to Li Lang without changing her expression.

Li Lang didn't need to do any of this himself. As long as he glanced over, a beautiful Hu woman would immediately feed him the fruits and food he liked with a rather ambiguous gesture.

Only Li Lang can decide everything about them, including life and death.

Regardless of their temperament, origin, or just in terms of figure and appearance, these are all extremely beautiful beauties who have reached their peak.

"After a while, the fattest sheep will be pushed to the altar and killed, and then the sheep's blood will be mixed with wine and distributed to the leaders of the parties to show their intention to form an alliance."

As for those barbarian beauties, they do not have this qualification.

The smell of sheep's blood mixed with wine is a bit strong, but it's not unacceptable.

Li Lang raised the bowl to Adalanti, then drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Hearty laughter came from the tents everywhere.

The sound of drums and ox-horn and ram's horn trombones sounded from all directions. The barbarian warriors shouted in unison, which seemed to make the wildfire in the middle burn even more vigorously.

A Hu priest, wearing a feather robe and holding a ram's horn, walked up to the wildfire and loudly read out the ancient covenant and blessings in the oldest Hu language, making the gathering at least look decent. Looks mysterious and tall.

Then Adalanti stood up, walked to the center, held a whip, and struck seven times in the air.

The sound was crisp and resounded in all directions.

Immediately, the warriors from various tribes cheered and cheered around.

"Uncles and friends, thank you for coming from all over the place. This time, I will host this competition on behalf of my father and Master Chu Lun."

"We are all brothers and sisters. Even if we want to fight or compete, we should not use real fire. Our lives should be reserved to deal with those vicious and hateful gangsters, instead of being spilled on our own pasture."

Li Lang praised in his heart: "Adalanti is really sassy. Even in this situation where it is obvious to divide the cake and cut the pork, she still does not forget to add some style and improve some themes."

"I just don't know how she would react if she knew that Master Chu Lun, who pushed all this to happen, is the devil she calls a murderer."

The leaders and noble representatives of all races and tribes walked out of the tent one after another and nodded to each other.

The purpose of this big gathering and competition is very simple, which is to compete for the specific distribution rights of the future Great Sun Holy City.

A city has places with good natural locations and places with bad locations.

Some people want to occupy more, while others want to gain more convenience and convenience.

What should I do?
Prairie Erlang, the way to deal with this problem is very simple.

Arrange warriors to go on stage to play a game. The higher the tribe ranks, the higher the priority will be.

This was not arranged by Li Lang, but was a relatively gentle traditional way of handling disputes between the various tribes of the Hu people.

Li Lang can also take this opportunity to more truly feel the differences between the martial arts of the Western Regions and the martial arts of the Central Plains.

The competition begins.

Although it is not a fight for life, it is still extremely thrilling.

The first moment was a close beating.

This style of fighting is similar to wrestling, but because the practitioner has inner Qi and magical powers.

It seems like a melee fight without using weapons, but in fact, the lethality and bloody feeling are not inferior to those of fighting with weapons.

Even a slightly heavy hand can cause irreparable internal injuries.

The warriors of the Tuosha tribe and the Turan tribe who appeared first both have physical defense powers and strength bonus powers.

When they threw each other's bodies to the ground, the ground was shaking, and the war horses in the distance let out long roars because they felt the vibrations of the ground.

Li Lang watched intently. Those seemingly rough beating movements actually concealed a lot of clever skills. The strength of his whole body could always be concentrated at one point in a very short distance and time, and then he used people as weapons to throw. earth.

In turn, it's like turning the earth into a weapon to attack the opponent.

If there are supernatural powers that reverse gravity mixed into it, this kind of close-fitting wrestling fighting method is actually quite advantageous in close combat.

Li Lang secretly prepared in his heart that if he met an opponent who was good at fighting close to him, he would have to keep enough distance from the opponent to avoid getting entangled.

As for learning these skills, you can learn them. Even if you have already developed a fighting habit, learning them can only be regarded as a supplement. It is not necessary to change the fighting style of the family.

The first battle was finally won by Agai, the warrior of the Turan tribe.

As for the opponent, the Tuosha tribe warrior, several ribs and a leg bone were broken. When he was carried down, half of his body was pulled out of the ground.

Such a tragic situation only aroused enthusiasm, not panic.

The voices calling for another fight were even louder.

The person who came on stage in the second round was a warrior from the Yuelun tribe.

He looked a bit older, with a gray beard and clean shaven hair. His skin was bronze with a metallic sheen. After taking off his coat, he revealed a body full of strong muscles, as well as large and small muscles all over his body. Wound.

At the same time, a full moon-like tattoo was revealed on his chest, emitting a strange red light that made people afraid to look directly at it.

"This is... the Blood Moon God of War of the Yuelun tribe? Is he Yilal? Why did he come on stage?" said Adalanti, who retreated to Li Lang's tent.

In competitions between tribes, the default rule is that some powerful practitioners who have become famous should not participate as much as possible.

It's not that they are being humble to each other, but if they even reveal their trump cards, it will appear that they have no successors and they will lose their confidence.

The next step is to be watched by all parties, just to see if your older generation is dead, they will swarm you and swallow you clean.

Adalanti had just revealed the identity of this warrior when she heard this man say: "There has been a centuries-old battle between Yuelun and Dairi Temple. I thought this battle had ended, but Master Chulun's rebirth The appearance made it possible for the war to rekindle.”

"Master Chu Lun, you left this wound to me, and now I want to return it to you."

"If I do it, then I hope that the Great Sun Holy City can be renamed Yuelun Holy City!"

The elder in the field pointed to a long wound on his chest and looked at the tent where Li Lang was.

All eyes immediately focused on it.

Li Lang let go of the soft jade bowl in his palm, then walked to the tent and looked up at the elder.

His eyes scanned the other tents, and he knew exactly how such a challenge could come about.

"I can agree to your challenge."

"It's just, what can you come up with to bet against me?" Li Lang asked.

"The Holy City of the Sun is the future of our Hu people. What does your Yuelun tribe have that can rival it?"

Li Lang's voice spread across the fields, traveling further and further along the wind.

(End of this chapter)