Early the next morning, the sky was just showing the white of the fish's belly, and Shi Zhiyi got up early as usual and prepared to go out to practice. But when he walked out of the door, he was taken aback by the scene outside.

Countless Jing barbarian clansmen surrounded the purple No. 79 area, and at a glance, it was densely packed with figures with tigers and bears' waists, and they couldn't even see the edge, there were at least tens of thousands of people!

So many Jing barbarians were crowded together, but no one was noisy, just looking at the wooden house where Shi Zhiyi was one by one, and couldn't stop swallowing saliva.

In a clearing diagonally behind the camp of the Piji tribe, countless firewood piles formed a hill, not to mention barbecue, even if it was more than enough to roast the dragon in Shi Zhiyi's ring.

In the corner of the firewood, two baskets the size of a bed made of vines were filled with blood-soaked animals, ranging from pheasants and hares to colorful tigers and snail sheep, all of which had been preliminarily processed, stacked one by one in the basket.

These prey, it seems, should have just been transported, and the blood that had not yet coagulated flowed out of the cracks in the basket, forming a small bright red pool on the ground.

Looking at the firewood and game in front of him, Shi Zhiyi couldn't help but be a little sluggish, even if he didn't do anything today, he might not be able to finish baking these things for a day. When I think about this, I can't help but feel like I've moved a stone to hit myself in the foot.

Trying hard to get this strange feeling out of his mind, Shi Zhiyi settled down and started the day's practice as usual. But cultivating under the gaze of these thousands of eyes was also the first time for Shi Zhiyi.

Fortunately, although there were many people here, no one was noisy and noisy, and it was not known whether it was their own initiative or someone to maintain order, and the whole camp was unusually quiet, and only the sound of heavy breathing and swallowing saliva echoed in the air.

More than half an hour later, Shi Zhiyi finally finished his practice, looking at the tens of thousands of pairs of eyes full of longing in front of him, Shi Zhiyi couldn't help but be a little moved-in the process of doing the exercise just now, no one bothered him, no one urged him, everyone was just waiting silently.

Shi Zhiyi originally planned to start the barbecue again at noon, but in front of him, he obviously had no way to do anything else. After returning to the wooden house to wash up briefly, Shi Zhiyi walked straight to the pile of firewood and game.

There was a loud "whoop", like thunder, suddenly exploded in the dense crowd, shaking the ground and trembling. But it was the cheers that erupted at the same time when the tens of thousands of Jing barbarians saw Shi Zhiyi preparing to start work!

Lord Yi Ning walked out of his wooden house with sleepy eyes, apparently awakened by the loud cheers just now. Seeing the scene outside the camp, Lord Yi Ning was also startled, and his cute little mouth opened into an oval in shock, and he didn't close it for a long time.

By the time Lord Yi Ning came out again after washing, Shi Zhiyi was already roasting his first target, a screwhorn yellow sheep. This yellow sheep is a breed endemic to the wild forest, with two long spiral horns on its head, which can run extremely fast and have extremely tender meat.

The people of the Rilian tribe, who brought the game, only processed it briefly, stripped the skin and hollowed out the internal organs, but the two iconic horns were not removed, so they were instantly recognizable.

Lord Yi Ning walked up to Shi Zhiyi, stuck out his tongue at him, said hello, and then started to help him next to the latter. Cleaning the game, adding firewood to the fire, and handing him different sauces and spices as Shi Zhiyi asked—these things had never been done by Lord Yi Ning before, so it seemed a little clumsy, but she was willing, and Shi Zhiyi just smiled at her, and the two of them were silent.

When the cooperation between the two became more and more tacit, the snail horn yellow sheep was finally roasted. There was a hint of brown and red in the golden yellow, and the slightest smell of meat emanated, spreading out in all directions under the blowing of the breeze, and the sound of swallowing saliva suddenly became more intensive.

Shi Zhiyi beckoned to the Su Gu brothers in the crowd, and the two of them immediately trotted to Shi Zhiyi in the envious and jealous eyes of tens of thousands of people.

Shi Zhiyi handed them the roasted yellow sheep, and they cut it into small pieces and distributed it, while he and the county lord began the next round of roasting.

When the yellow mutton was distributed, the silence of the originally quiet crowd finally broke the silence, and the bursts of cheers were deafening, resounding throughout the Rilian tribe.

A yellow sheep, even if it is cut into small pieces, is only more than 100 people have it. The Jing barbarians who got it were naturally very excited, tasting them in small sips and praising them at the same time, causing a commotion around them.

On this day, Shi Zhiyi and Yi Ning County Lord were busy from early morning to evening, and they really roasted all the game in those two large baskets, although the real meat was only a few thousand people, and most of them stood for a day just to enjoy themselves, but when they dispersed, every Jing Barbarian was satisfied.

After such a commotion, almost the entire Rilian tribe and all the hundreds of thousands of Jing barbarians who came to participate in the Barbarian King Sacrifice knew the news that there was a pair of Terran men and women making delicious barbecue meat in the purple area.

Now, in the entire Jingman Holy Land, the way the clansmen meet and greet each other has become like this:

"Did you line up at that barbecued Terran today?"

"Go, let me tell you, it's my turn to be two or three hundred people today, if only there were two more!"

"When I heard the news today, the entire purple camp was already full, and I couldn't see anything in the distance, but in the afternoon there was a gust of wind, and I seemed to smell the aroma of the barbecue, which was completely different from what we usually eat!"

"There is a brother in our tribe who went early today and got a piece of roast tiger meat, according to him, the taste is simply heaven and earth, this trip, even if the barbarian king sacrifice Dabi does not get the ranking, it is worth it!"

"I'm so envious, then I'll have to line up early tomorrow. ”

"yes, I decided not to sleep tonight, and I will go over in line in the middle of the night!"

The discussion of Shi Zhiyi's barbecue has completely overpowered the upcoming Barbarian King Sacrifice and has become the hottest topic among the entire Rilian tribe.

This kind of situation has never been seen in the history of the barbarian king's sacrifice for 100,000 years.

Even some high-ranking members of the twelve clans of the Rilian tribe privately discussed whether to use some means to get the moon by being close to the water, but they were worried about causing dissatisfaction among many other tribes, so they finally came to an end.

It's just that when night just fell, all the clans in the name of vigil, invariably sent a team of more than 100 people to the camp of the Piji tribe, it is said that in order to seize the advantageous position, there was some unprecedented small friction between the clansmen of several clans.