Douluo: The soul skills are too abstract, Tang San burst into tears!.

The lively atmosphere of the celebration banquet was like a burning flame, continuously warming the hearts of every member of the Min clan.

The aroma of delicious food permeates the air, and laughter and joy interweave into a cheerful melody.

at this time.

Zhuge Lan looked at the people of the Min clan, and suddenly a wonderful idea came to his mind.

"Dear friends of the Min clan!"

Zhuge Lan stood up and spoke in a loud voice.

"Everyone knows that our Min clan is unmatched in speed. In that case, why don't we have a thrilling speed challenge?"

When everyone heard this, they instantly became interested and started discussing it.

"This is a good idea!"

A young tribesman said, waving his fist excitedly.

"The speed of our Min clan is not exaggerated. This game will definitely be exciting."

"Yes, yes! If you ask me, it's really possible! This is a good opportunity for me to show off my long-hidden strength."

Another tribesman echoed.

"Let's see who is the real speed king!"

Chief Baihe looked at everyone's reactions with a smile and stroked his beard with satisfaction.

He nodded and said:
"Since everyone is interested, this clan leader agrees. After this war, we also need to find some young people with talent and potential to enhance the strength of our Min clan."

As soon as the words fell, there was another round of cheers at the scene.

The people of the Min clan took action immediately after they said it.

The tribesmen put down their food and wine glasses one after another, their eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation.

They quickly divided into several groups, each with a clear task, and devoted themselves to preparations for the competition.

The two groups of tribesmen began to clean up the venue, and they quickly cleared away the debris around the celebration banquet.

As expected of the Min clan, dozens of black shadows were seen teleporting and flashing outside the compound.

Soon.

A wide and flat area appeared before everyone.

The other two groups of tribesmen were passionately engaged in the careful laying of the runway.

They carefully selected colorful fabrics that were as gorgeous as a rainbow, and cleverly spread them along the edge of the venue, weaving into a track corridor that was both beautiful and practical.

Everyone performed their duties, holding various sophisticated measuring tools, and carved every inch of land like artists.

Some members were waving the drawing machine attentively, and straight and precise lines extended across the track, outlining the contours of the track.

Others were busy setting up obstacles, which not only tested the contestants' skills but also added to the fun and challenge of the competition.

Some walked slowly on the track, carefully checking every detail to ensure that there would be no flaws on the track.

They used advanced measuring tools to measure the length of each section of the track to the millimeter to ensure that every link was accurate.

On the track.

All kinds of markings are clearly visible, like the brightest stars in the night sky, providing clear guidance and direction for the participating warriors.

These marks not only demonstrate the tribesmen’s rigorous attitude towards the competition, but also reflect their deep care and expectations for every player.

On such a carefully laid track, exciting competitions are about to kick off, and the enthusiasm and talents of the tribesmen will be perfectly displayed. In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, some experienced persons in charge of planning the event began to hold an emergency meeting.

They were discussing issues concerning the game seriously.

One of the older tribesmen spoke first:
"Safety must be the top priority in this competition. The obstacles should not be too dangerous to ensure that the runners will not be seriously injured by colliding with obstacles at high speeds. Several deceleration zones can be set up to provide a buffer for the runners during high-speed running."

Another tribesman nodded in agreement:
"That's right. Also, the width of the track must be widened as much as possible so that the runners don't interfere with each other while running. We need to ensure that the runners have enough space."

The elder tribesman continued:
"Also, the determination of fouls must be clear. For example, how to punish false starts and how to deal with those who affect others."

"If you falsely start, you can be given a warning for the first time, but you will be disqualified the second time. If you affect other people's competition, you will be disqualified without a doubt, and you will have to re-run that round."

At this time.

Another tribesman interrupted:

"So what should we do if a competitor encounters an unexpected situation during the race, such as running off the track?"

The older tribesman thought about it.

"If it does not affect other players, the player can be allowed to continue the race. But if he runs off the track and affects other players' normal race, then he will be disqualified."

"Yes, we also need to arrange for some emergency personnel to be nearby, just in case."

Another tribesman added.

at this time.

The topic changed, and a tribesman stepped down and shouted:
"What about the reward? What's the reward for winning?"

"Yes, yes!"

The tribesmen also echoed.

The elder tribesman thought for a moment and said:
“The prizes for this competition also need to be carefully considered and must be attractive enough to encourage the contestants to give their all.”

"Brother Zhuge Lan! You have so many treasures, you should give us one as a prize!"

A middle-aged tribesman suddenly stood up and spoke loudly.

"Yes! You have so many magical treasures circulating in the world, you should let us see them. After all, we are your family, so we can't be so rude."

Another tribesman said jokingly to Zhuge Lan.

Zhuge Lan: What's going on? Are you starting to exploit me now?
After hearing this, Zhuge Lan was shocked and speechless, and stared at Bai Chenxiang pretending to be angry.

Bai Chenxiang was smiling foolishly, but when she saw Zhuge Lan turn his head to look at her, she immediately looked away from him.

But when I thought about how obvious this was, I immediately buried my head in the bowl and worked hard to eat the air in the bowl...

Zhuge Lan smiled indulgently, then said loudly to everyone:
"Okay! The champion of this speed challenge will receive one of my treasures. As for what the treasure is, it will be kept secret for now. It will be revealed on the day of the prize distribution!"

After receiving Zhuge Lan's promise, the tribesmen once again burst into deafening cheers and applause.

"Can I join?"

When Dugu Bo heard about the treasure, his eyes lit up and he leaned close to Zhuge Lan's ear and asked.

Zhuge Lan rolled his eyes, then turned to Dugu Bo and said with a smile:
"Hehe, get lost."

The White Crane tribe leader looked at this warm and harmonious scene and laughed heartily with satisfaction.

He hadn't felt such a happy moment for a long time. (End of this chapter)