totem god system

Chapter 139 Martial Arts Conference
Different from other tribal people's attitude towards war, reincarnation tribal people are extremely enthusiastic about war, and they can't wait to rush up and do it first.

In terms of the choice of fighters, there were too many candidates. After a few days in a row, once the excitement passed, even Ge couldn't bear it.

It's okay for the death fighters, it's time for training, and after the training, they will find Li and Ge to go through the back door, but after all, there are not many death fighters, so it's relatively easy to choose.

But the tribal fighters are different. They have a large number of people, but not many people can go there. I don't know how many battles they have fought in private during this period of time.

Who dares to say that he will join this battle steadily, basically waiting to be shot at night, and make sure there are several people blocking the door.

The idea of ​​the tribal fighters is quite simple. Didn’t you say that you are steady, then you must be strong, so if I kill you, does it mean that I am stronger?I am stronger, so I will go?
So the reincarnation tribe has become a mess, fighting everywhere, and sometimes you can even see a few people who were warming up a fire, chatting and laughing one second, and fighting each other the next second. up.

For this situation, Li could only smile wryly, there was really nothing he could do.

But he couldn't help it, and he was so angry that he was half dead. Is it appropriate for a good tribe to create a miasma for whom to fight?

What would the gods think when they saw it?
So he simply found the strength.

"You don't care about the fighters below?" Sheng sat in front of Li, holding a wooden bowl, drinking meat soup slowly.

"I want to control it too, but why not, there are so many people, and none of them are obedient." Li stuffed a wild fruit into his mouth and said with a wry smile.

"That can't be like now, hurry up and choose people, don't waste any more time." Sheng swallowed the last bite of meat soup, sighed very satisfied, and said to Li very comfortably.

"I think so too, but my God has given so many places, what can I do?" Li looked at the roof, looking hopeless, he is really not good at such things, Lian Ge It's all numb, let alone him.

"Huh? You have complaints against my god?" Hearing Li's words, he vigorously put the bowl on the table, squinted his eyes, and asked softly.

"How dare I complain about my god." Li was taken aback, and realized that his words were a bit too much, so he said quickly: "It's just that I'm not suitable for dealing with such things, let me lead people to fight, choose Things like manpower are not something I'm good at."

Sheng still squinted, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes, his eyes slowly looked down, staring at the leaf of faith hanging on Li's chest, after looking at it for a while, he found nothing changed, and then slowly relaxed.

"Actually, it's easy to solve." Sheng pondered for a while before speaking slowly.

"How to solve it?" Li's eyes lit up when he heard Sheng's words. It turns out that Sheng is the chief, and his brain is much more flexible than theirs. He said that if he can solve it, there must be a way.

"Since they like to fight in private so much, it's okay to compete in public." Sheng suddenly smiled, pouted outside, and said cheerfully.

"What?" Li looked confused, the dog who had been beating up in private came to his mind, and now he wants to do something public?
Damn, don't you kill a bunch of people in your own civil war before you start a war with other tribes?

"What are you afraid of?" Sheng still looked cheerful.

"I'm afraid that these boys don't know what to do, and it won't be easy to solve it at that time." Li said hesitantly, although the people in the tribe are very fanatical about fighting outside, they are extremely united inside. This is also the teaching of the gods, the reincarnation tribe It's a family, it's all a family, brothers and sisters, don't shed blood and sacrifice in your own conflicts.

"Using wood or fists, must it be a weapon that can kill people?" Sheng scolded after hearing this.

"Eh? It seems to be possible." Li also understood, clapped his hands, and said in surprise.

"Well, let's do this, let's make a public gesture, and whoever wins will go." Sheng patted the table and settled the matter.

Thus, the Samsara Tribe happily welcomed the "First Martial Arts Conference"...

The field is a newly cleared open space, and the ground is paved with soft soil to protect the soldiers from injury.

Warriors participating in the "Budo Tournament" can choose their weapons freely, or they can use their bare hands. All the weapons are made of wood and have the same shape, but their power varies greatly. Even if they hit the body, they will not cause too much harm .

It is impossible to fight one-on-one. After all, there are too many people. If one-on-one fights, it is estimated that it will not work out in two months, so there is a big scuffle.

Li, Ge and other death fighters select excellent fighters in the melee, not necessarily winning, as long as they are favored by the death fighters.

The Martial Arts Conference was very lively that day, almost everyone put down their work to watch something new, even slaves could come to watch.

Some quick-witted people directly set up stalls around the venue and sold all kinds of food, and the effect was actually quite good.

A spacious wooden platform was set up not far from the venue, and three wooden piers were placed on it. This is the VIP auditorium.

Sitting on the wooden pier in the middle is Sheng, this time he represents Xiaobai, so he sat in the best position without hesitation.

Sitting on the wooden pier on the left is Li, and on the right is Ge. They are the principal and deputy captains this time.

As for other death fighters, hehe, find a place by yourself, stand if you like, or sit on the ground if you don't like it, whatever you want.

The participating tribal fighters, uniformly wearing leather skirts and topless, walked into the arena with arrogance and arrogance. Some good ones even showed off their muscles while screaming, causing the surrounding audience to howl.

Not all fighters will join together. After all, there are too many people and the venue is not that big, so there are 100 people in each game. As for how many people can be selected, it depends on luck.

Looking at the sun that had already risen into the sky, I was too lazy to wait any longer. There was no such thing as an auspicious day in the other world, so I stood up and walked forward, waving my hand: "Let's fight!"

"Oooooooo-"

"Come on—"

"Fuck 'em—"

"I hit!"

Instantly the melee began.

One by one, the strong men rushed towards the "enemy" with their fists or wooden weapons bared, with momentum like a rainbow.

They not only need to show their bravery, but also their fighting skills. After all, they have been training in the training ground for so long. It doesn't mean that if you are the last one left, you will definitely be selected, but that you must be liked by the death warriors.

The death warriors were laughing and watching from the stage, commenting from time to time, and occasionally a few people's performances made people's eyes shine, and they would be picked out in an instant.

(End of this chapter)