Yuan Mu didn't know that his "ruthless and barbaric feudalism" had already caused public anger in the live broadcast room, and at this moment he was watching the flames in the stake of fire with Zhongli.

In just a moment, the place where the sword fire pile was located became a veritable sea of fire, not only the flames were raging, but also the smoke was billowing up, forcing everyone around to retreat involuntarily.

At this time, it is not possible to go on the pile, otherwise not to mention the rising tongue of fire, just the smoke can smoke people to death, and you must wait until the fire burns past the apex, and the wood turns into charcoal before you can go forward to climb the pile.

Seeing this, Yuan Mu nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at Zhongli, and said: "These swords and fire piles have been processed in advance, not only are the materials used to cut down raw wood, but the bottom is also protected to a certain extent, which is enough to support in this sea of fire for a long time, and there is no need to worry about the collapse of the pile." ”

"You don't have to worry, don't you have to worry!"

"It's all wood, how can it withstand the fire, what if it collapses?"

"Anchor, don't go crazy with him, let's go back, if he loves to give that medicine or not, I don't believe that modern medicine can't solve a small Gu poison!"

Because of the preconceived ideas, the audience in the live broadcast room had a very bad impression of Yuan Mu, and whether it was right or wrong, there was a refutation of his words.

Fortunately, Yuan Mu couldn't see this, but still smiled and said to Zhongli: "A hundred years ago, our ancestors of Bameng migrated here on the day of Juneteenth, and the people at that time were confused and afraid, for this reason, the clan elders erected swords and fire piles, and the warriors danced on the stakes, inspiring everyone to establish a new Bamon, and since then, every Juneteenth, we have to erect swords and fire piles to commemorate the merits of the ancestors and the rebirth of Bameng......"

Telling the history made Yuan Mu's words a little more vicissitudes and heaviness, but then he was swept away by a chuckle, and continued: "This sword fire pile, under the burning of this flame, can support about half an hour, and then it may collapse, therefore, the warriors who climbed the sword fire pile in the past must complete the war dance within this time, otherwise it will be considered a failure." ”

At this point, Yuan Mu changed his words and said with a smile: "Now you and I are competing, just point to the end, after half an hour, no matter who wins or loses, they will all go down the pile, how about it?"

Hearing this, Zhongli also smiled and said, "Okay!"

Seeing Zhongli agree, Yuan Mu nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at the sword and fire pile that had weakened a little bit, and said, "You can go to the pile, as the host's house, you can't let the guests go up first, Hao, bring the wine!"

"Oh!"

Hearing this, behind the two of them, Meng Hao, who was holding two jars of wine, hurriedly stepped forward and handed over one of the jars to Yuan Mu, and everyone also gathered over and shouted loudly.

In the midst of a burst of shouts, Yuan Mu opened the wine jar, opened his mouth and drank bitterly, then took off his shoes, came to the sword fire pile barefoot, rose up in three steps, and landed steadily on the two sword fire stakes.

"Good!"

Although it was not the first time to see Yuan Mu climb this stake, seeing his clean and neat performance, the audience present was still very excited to cheer.

Yuan Mu nodded and gestured to everyone, and then looked at Zhongli and invited him: "Please!"

"it!"

"Can this guy fly?"

"Anchor, you don't really want to go up, do you?"

"The coals down here are burning so hot, and it won't be a barbecue in minutes!"

In the live broadcast room, the audience, who had never seen such a battle, suddenly became nervous, for fear that Zhongli would not be able to think about it, so he responded to Yuan Mu's invitation.

Not only the audience in the live broadcast room, but also everyone at the scene, looking at Yuan Mu's invitation to Zhongli, was also confused, and some did not understand the situation.

"Brother, what's going on!"

Meng Yao, who didn't know where he came from, grabbed Meng Hao directly, and asked nervously: "Why did Zhongli also go to the sword and fire pile, what did you say to Zhai Lao?"

"This ......"

Hearing this, Meng Hao didn't know how to answer, so he could only look at Zhongli as if asking for help,

Zhongli smiled and said, "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

After that, without waiting for Meng Yao to react, Zhongli untied the backpack on his body, took the wine handed over by Meng Hao, raised his head and drank it, and then turned around and walked towards the sword and fire pile.

Now, it is dusk, but the summer heat has not been much lessened, under the blood-colored sunset, there is still a sense of stuffiness lingering, which makes people feel very uncomfortable, especially beside this sword fire pile, the air distorted by the high temperature, like an invisible flame stream, scorching all the people who approach.

The analogy of an audience in the live broadcast room is very vivid, this piece of sword and fire pile is like a huge oven, if ordinary people don't know whether to climb the pile alive or dead, then eighty percent will become barbecue, even if it is a martial artist, they have to cultivate into a great master, and run around with true qi to be able to withstand it.

Zhongli now, although he has penetrated the acupoints of the earth around his body, he has not yet opened up the sea of dantian qi, and there is still a gap between him and the great grandmaster, but fortunately, he has cultivated the dragon elephant prajna and the horizontal refining iron cloth shirt, these two martial arts have greatly improved his physique and strength, and he can fully withstand the scorching of this sword and fire pile.

Facing the scorching air, Zhongli came to the sword and fire pile, and also took three steps out, jumping into this sea of fire.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, on the swords and fire piles, Zhongli set up a tiger stepping on a mountain, pressing his feet, calm as a mountain, and unshakable!

"Good pile!"

Seeing such a scene, Yuan Mu's eyes lit up, and he praised: "I don't know which martial arts school the teacher is?"

"Xingyi!"

Zhongli's expression was calm, he had already entered the state, his feet were separated, his steps were like a bow, and he said, "Please!"

After that, Zhongli suddenly burst out, and the tiger descended from the mountain, stepping on several piles in a row, and punched out, directly hitting Yuan Mu's chest.

"Hmm!"

In the face of such a ferocious offensive, Yuan Mu's eyes froze, he didn't dare to slack off, his body was like an iron tower, he steadily stepped on the swords and fire piles that were scorched by the flames under his feet, and his hands turned into palms and spun out, blocking Zhongli's menacing punch.

"Smack!"

Then, only to hear a crisp sound, the sword and fire pile under Yuan Mu's feet shook slightly, cracking a faint trace, but Yuan Mu himself was unscathed, his palms were like a whirlpool, and he steadily accepted Zhongli's punch, and even wrapped it in the palm of his hand.

Feeling that the other party unloaded his fist, Zhongli frowned, looked at Yuan Mu, and said, "This is ......"

"Tai Chi!"

Yuan Mu smiled, his palms suddenly moved, and a soft but irresistible force like water twisted and ran, acting on the fist that was wrapped between his palms, and he was about to move his whole body and twist Zhongli's body completely.

At this time, I saw ......

"Groan!"

A dragon chant that only Zhongli could hear exploded, and the surging and incomparable power erupted, and a punch reversed and shook out, dispersing the Tai Chi palm momentum performed by Yuan Mu's true qi.