The Damusha assembly began in the desolate horn, and everything was as usual.

However, it is not the same as usual.

The difference is that there are fewer familiar faces at this Damusha conference.

Zahansh did not participate in wrestling, individual martial arts, team fights, equestrian and archery of all kinds. Not only him, but even most of the people who were second in previous years did not participate.

At the entrance ceremony, some familiar people did not appear in people's field of vision.

Many people can't help but be puzzled.

Zhan Dashan and Zamuqi gathered together again at this moment, but their clothes were torn, their hair buns were scattered, and their swords, bows, and quivers were incomplete.

Zamuqi thought for a while, and then said, "Is it because my father didn't participate, so these people didn't participate?"

Zhan Dashan thought for a moment and nodded: "Warriors have the pride of warriors, and without your father, they may probably be champions, but they can never say that they have defeated Uncle Zahansh. Perhaps for this reason, they have also lost their expectations of Damusha. ”

"Zhan Dashan An, you have a point, although there are those people I don't like, and they are not friendly with me and the Zabushir tribe, but they are my warriors after all, and I still respect them."

"I'm going to be a warrior too, and a great warrior."

"May you be blessed by the gods of the Heavenly Mountains."

"May you do the same."

The two did not lower their voices during the conversation, so that the people around them could hear it.

Some people suddenly realized, some people showed disdain, and some people were expressionless.

When the wind rises, it is a cloud surge, which is a blue sky and white clouds, but at this time there are hidden dark clouds covering the sun.

Naturally, there would be no twists and turns in the event due to the weather, and the competition had already begun, and more than a dozen pairs of Xi Ren warriors wore only bloomers and riding boots, naked and sturdy upper bodies, and began to wrestle in the wooden ring. Every ring was surrounded by ridicule, men, women, and children, sighing or cheering.

The game went on as usual, except for a few small riots that occur every year, and everything seemed to be normal.

The clouds were accumulating, the sky was getting darker, and there was even a faint sound of thunder in the distance.

There was an uproar in the sacrifice of the Xi people.

Sticky Han Bolu glanced disapprehensively at the priests.

In such a game, because of the bet to win or lose, it is natural to have disputes, even if it is normal to fight, but the reaction of the sacrifices is not among them.

Someone was crying, crying out for heaven and earth. It's understandable to be angry and angry, but crying ...... Sticky Ham Bolu is unacceptable. The assembly of Damusha was a festival for the whole clan, and as a sacrifice, the high priest of Muhamboru felt the need to give an explanation to these people.

Although some people said before that the time would not be to postpone the conference and the ceremony of worshiping the heavens, but they were all rejected by the tyranny of Muhambolu, and the opposition also disappeared under the suppression of absolute power.

At this time, causing trouble to Sticky Han Bolu is tantamount to pressing Sticky Han Bolu's knife to his neck.

Leaning back in his seat, he raised his right hand and slightly bent his index and middle fingers, summoning the guards behind him.

"Go and see, bring someone over, and ask somebody."

The guards answered.

At this time, Zhang Shuo and the heads of the Xi people were already shouting and shouting, handing over glasses and changing lamps, pointing to a certain fighter in the ring and commenting, very harmonious.

Sticky Han Bolu was slightly displeased in his heart.

Zhang said that the rapid tightening of the relationship with his tribal leaders was one aspect, as was the faint uneasiness in his heart.

Unable to explain the wariness that he didn't know when, his knife-sharp eyes searched the arena and around him to see what was wrong.

At this time, Zhang Shuo suddenly said in a loud voice: "Big Chief, the foreign minister dares to ask the big leader to make a judgment to judge the two warriors in the fifth row of the first row, who has a better chance of winning?"

The request of the foreign envoy interrupted the search and reflection of Muhan Bolu, and the coaxing of the tribal leaders below, so he smiled and agreed, and his eyes shifted to the ring.

The warrior with a black strip of cloth on his arm was from Nasi, and the red was from his own tribe of Zabushir. The two are evenly matched, and the game is inseparable, which is a relatively exciting game in this round, no wonder many people are betting on these two, and there are disputes.

With more than 20 years of experience in fighting, it didn't take long to naturally have an accurate assessment of the strength of the two, and it was only a matter of time before anyone would win or lose.

Although the warriors of the red cloth strip of this tribe have the upper hand and are attacking like a tide, they lack stamina, which is not something that the top warriors who have been immersed in the martial arts for decades and have unique opinions on it cannot see, that is, it is difficult for everyone to find out the drawbacks from the slightest flaw in ordinary martial arts and make use of them.

Anyone can say that the mourning soldiers will win, but when it comes to ingenious but subtle martial arts analysis, not everyone can make sense.

Sticky Han Bolu groaned slightly, not in a hurry to answer, but only asked the opinions of the bettors.

One of the leaders said: "Naxi's will win, and its pace is steady, and they will not be able to attack, just waiting for one blow to kill!"

Another leader said: "The warriors of Zabushhire will win." The momentum is extraordinary, how can the tiger return empty-handed when he descends the mountain? ”

Everyone said their reasons one after another, and Mu Han Bolu nodded again and again, making a look of deep approval.

In the end, Mu Han Bolu looked at Zhang and asked, "What does Zhang Shaofu think?"

Zhang Shuo got up, arched his hand and said: "The big leader has a word, how can the foreign minister not answer?" With all due respect, the clansmen of the great leader will probably be the one who will be defeated in the end. ”

The punter who shared Zhang's opinion laughed with joy, while the leader who bet on the Zabushel warrior had an angry look on his face.

Zhang said not that either side might lose, but that the people of the big chieftain Muhan Bolu would inevitably lose, and his words were direct and extremely impolite, so a considerable number of people expressed anger at Zhang's "outspokenness". It's just that Zhang said that his identity was special, and before Sticky Han Bolu didn't speak, the leaders were only angry and didn't say anything.

Sticky Han Bolu did not express any dissatisfaction with Zhang's rudeness, smiled slightly, and then said: "Zhang Shaofu's words are exactly what I want."

Everyone was amazed.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Muhan Bolu laughed and said, "Fifty gold, bet on that Naxi warrior!"

"The great leader is very courageous, and the foreign ministers admire him so much!"

Sticky Han Bolu waved his hand, showing his style.

At this moment, the soldiers sent out earlier brought back several sacrificers wearing white robes, a symbol of honor.

As soon as the priests saw Stickhan Bolu, they cried out, "Great chief! Woe from heaven......"

"Damusha must be terminated immediately, otherwise I will have a great calamity!"

"The ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens will also be postponed, the time will not come, and there will be disasters if it continues!"

"I'm waiting for death! I hope the great leader is cautious! ”

“……”

As soon as he saw several priests behaving like this, his right hand suddenly rested on the hilt of the sword, and the murderous power was great.

(PS: It's a chapter tonight, I came to Tai'an City, Shandong Province, saw the city wall of Dai Temple, and thought of Miss Lin Jia, who married Tai'an from Jindu, Shandong Province...... In addition, it is raining today in Taishan, and the mood is a little heavy. May this girl who is bitterly in love with the little marquis have a good ending. Don't ask me if there will be a result between her and the little marquis, and I can't answer. Good night...... There will be Mount Tai to seal the Zen. ）