Half a month later.

The war dance performances of tens of thousands of tribes finally ended, and during this period, Shi Zhiyi and Yi Ning County Lord stayed in their respective rooms to practice silently except for the girls of the Piji tribe when they went to cheer them on.

After the war dance performance, a grand sacrifice was held on a huge platform made of granite in the center of the square, which was three zhang high and 100 zhang square.

The object of the memorial is naturally the greatest in the history of the Jingman clan, and at the same time created the barbarian king of the glorious era of the Jingman millennium, hundreds of thousands of outstanding people of the young generation of Jingman, in front of the spirit card of the barbarian king, swore a passionate oath, vowing to restore the glory of the Jingman clan 100,000 years ago.

With Shi Zhiyi and the identity of the county lord of Ning, this kind of oath naturally sounded a little uncomfortable, but under the eaves, the two of them looked at each other, stuck out their tongues, and pretended not to hear it. Moreover, with the current comparison of the strength of various races, if it weren't for the existence of the Savage Forest, the Jing Barbarian Clan might not even be able to live their current life.

After taking the oath, there is a series of sacrifices and offerings, which the tribe has done many times, and it is naturally familiar with the road and extremely smooth.

However, compared to the previous Barbarian King Festivals, there were three roasted golden beasts in this offering, which had never appeared before. The moment they were brought to the altar, countless sounds of inhaling and swallowing sounded from under the altar at the same time.

These three beasts are naturally Shi Zhiyi's handiwork, it is said that a certain high-ranking member of the Rilian tribe personally summoned Su Gudong, I don't know what benefits were promised to the Piji tribe, and after Su Gudong came back, he ran with his two nephews to beg Shi Zhiyi for help.

Shi Zhiyi was able to have the opportunity to come to the Rilian tribe to participate in the Barbarian King Sacrifice, knowing that it had added a lot of trouble to the Piji tribe, and along the way, Su Gudong also took good care of him and Yi Ning, he was thinking about how he could repay it, and when he heard Su Gudong's request, he naturally agreed happily.

After this grand sacrifice is over, it will be the most exciting part of the whole event - the barbarian king sacrifice competition.

In this huge basin where the Rilian tribe is located, there are more than 100,000 Jing barbarian men ranging in age from their teens to early thirties, they are all the best selected by their respective tribes, and they will participate in this competition.

Although Shi Zhiyi has full confidence in his strength and courage, after all, it is the first time to participate in such a large-scale competition, and he can't help but feel a little apprehensive. But when the format of the first round was announced, it dawned on him that maybe things weren't as complicated as he thought.

The topic of the first round of the competition is: Bouldering piles!

On the platform made of more than 100 giant trees, on each of them was a stone stake made of pine gravel about seven or eight feet thick. The stone pile is rough at both ends, but smooth as a mirror in the middle, and it has obviously been used for an unknown number of years.

Each stone pile weighs 1,500 catties, as long as the stone pile can be successfully lifted one foot above the ground, it will be considered a pass.

After figuring out the rules, Shi Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a little emotional. An ordinary Terran warrior, when he reaches the peak of the marrow cleansing, his physical strength is basically only about a thousand catties, and in addition to the children of the family like him, the average Terran martial artist is close to thirty years old when he reaches the peak of the marrow cleansing.

But here in the Jing Barbarian Clan, even the power of the peak of the marrow cleansing cannot pass this first level, which shows the huge gap between the Human Race and the Jing Barbarian Clan in terms of pure physical strength.

Of course, all this is not a problem for Shi Zhiyi at present. He has eaten saint-grade pills as jelly beans since he was a child, and the foundation he laid when he got rid of the three realms can be said to be stronger than anyone else.

At the peak of the marrow washing, his physical strength had already exceeded three thousand catties, and after the abnormal change in the dragon's belly, even Shi Zhiyi himself did not know what the limit of his current strength was.

The venues for the first round of the tournament are allocated according to the tribes. Shi Zhiyi, along with the rest of the Pigy tribe, was placed in Ring 86 at the corner of the square. In front of them, there were two dozen other tribes that played first.

Standing on the stage at this moment was a young man with an extremely young face, no older than the Su Gu brothers, two or three years old. The muscles in his arms were already angular, but they were still slightly inferior to the barbarian men around him.

I saw him squatting with his legs half-squatting, his arms around the stone stakes, and his whole body suddenly exerted force, and his brown face suddenly turned a thick sauce purple. Shi Zhiyi, who was in the audience, could even see the tensed blood vessels on his arms and the slight throbbing of his back muscles.

The boy tried his best, and the heavy stone stake finally rose from the ground, but it was barely an inch above the ground before it could no longer rise. The young man held this position for three or four breaths, obviously wanting to use his strength again to hold the stone pile further higher, but just now, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, although his face was full of unwillingness, but in the end the stone pile still fell heavily and smashed on the platform with a muffled sound.

Perhaps it was the unfavorable start of the first teenager that added a little psychological pressure to the people behind him, and then two contestants in a row failed to challenge one after another, causing a sigh in the crowd of onlookers.

Perhaps the leader of the tribe himself felt that it was too demoralizing to go on like this, and the fourth man he sent to play was a man estimated to be about thirty years old and unusually strong.

The man was calm, his arms were like two thick iron hoops tightly hugging the stone pile, and with a loud shout, the huge stone pile instantly rose from the ground, and when he stood up straight, the height was far more than a foot, and the audience suddenly erupted into a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

"Go," both referees shouted at the same time.

With the encouragement of the first passer, six of the next eleven contestants on the stage passed the test, setting off a small climax, and the originally somewhat dull atmosphere instantly became warm.

Shi Zhiyi watched it all morning, a total of five tribes ended the first round of competition, a total of more than 130 contestants, about 30 people passed, about four to one ratio.

And most of the contestants who failed to pass the test were young - teenagers and early thirties in the prime of life competed together, so they would naturally suffer some losses, but the barbarian king sacrifice once every twenty years was a practice that had been passed down for 100,000 years, and I could only sigh that I was born at the wrong time.

After noon, the game continued, and as the contestants appeared, the whole square continued to erupt in bursts of sighs or cheers. Until nightfall, the end of the competition, the entire Jingman Clan Holy Land was still immersed in a rich grand atmosphere.

And just like that, on the morning of the third day, it was finally the turn of the contestants of the Pigy tribe to appear.