Chapter 169, Thrilling Sinkhole

When the white barbarians heard this result, they all scolded, this is not fair at all, why shoot and injure people but not punish them. However, the answer given by the barbarian clan is that the matter of shooting and injuring people will definitely be dealt with in accordance with the laws of accidental injury, and the rules of the game cannot be changed, and the subsequent scores will still be recorded in the results.

The voices of the protests became louder and louder, but the results of the protests remained unchanged.

Han Lun shook his head and said, "It's useless, for a very unreasonable person, it's the best policy to follow him and not make mistakes." It is useless to shout like this. ”

Luo Xiaocheng said: "Hehe, Young Master Han still understands this?"

Han Lun said: "Although Young Master Ben doesn't like business, he still has a large family business in his family. Since childhood, I have been exposed to some things, and I will naturally understand some things when I see a lot. ”

Luo Xiaocheng said: "That's true, but there are really very few people who don't want to do business with your conditions." It's also a strange oiran, haha."

Han Lun frowned and said, "Are you praising me or am you hurting me?"

Luo Xiaocheng didn't answer, looked at the altar and said, "The second round has arrived, and I don't know what the project is." ”

The two of them were discussing, and suddenly the man with the ghost head mask went back to the altar, and he said: "At the beginning of the second round, the first line of the cloud top, one person on each side will be sent to go to the sinkhole, and the one who passes first wins." ”

This rule is so simple, and I don't know how to pass this sinkhole. When Han Lun and Luo Xiaocheng were imagining, suddenly the top layer of the Wuhong Altar suddenly made a rumbling sound. In the blink of an eye, I saw that the stone slabs on the altar seemed to have been cut into sharp triangles, and they were gradually moving towards the edge of the altar. After a while, all the stone slabs radiated away from the center, revealing one of the huge sinkholes, Han Lunqi said: "My mother, this altar is actually built on such a huge deep pit. As soon as Han Lun's words fell, suddenly four long stone pillars suddenly stretched out from the altar, stretching from both sides to the center. The two stone pillars are like a pair of chopsticks on a bowl, and what they have to do is to pass through the two chopsticks on the sinkhole.

This kind of difficulty is no less than the high-altitude rope walking of the juggling troupe, even if the juggling troupe is high-altitude walking rope, there will be a net under it, and it will not die. But to walk through this sinkhole is to hand over your life to God. If you fall, you won't even be able to find your bones.

People who walk through the sinkhole never want to walk a second time. No one wants to be on it, and life and death are completely in their own hands. No one can save you, as long as your heart trembles and your feet tremble slightly, the whole person will lose its center of gravity. There is hell down there, and no one is not afraid to face the sinkhole. The girls of the White Barbarian Clan were obviously watching the Sacrifice of Ghosts and Gods for the first time, and they had never seen such a competition, and they were already pale with fright after watching it for a while.

However, someone has to go to the game, and Ran Tianluo was originally going to play, but was stopped by the village chief, who said: "It's best for the messenger to save his energy until the last round, because the battle at that time is the most exhausting." This sinkhole tests people's courage, and the men of the White Barbarian Clan are all brave heroes, and they will not be afraid of this small sinkhole. ”

Ran Tianluo nodded, and at this time, a thin man walked out of the white barbarian crowd and staggered onto the altar. Han Lun said: "This person is so thin that he seems to have not eaten for ten years, can he do it?"

The village chief said: "His name is Mu Lesu, don't look at him thin, but he is very stable, and he is the best at climbing trees and crossing bridges on weekdays." The sinkhole shouldn't be a big problem for him. ”

Luo Xiaocheng said: "Yes, I don't see it, it turns out that thin people have the benefits of thin people, and fat people have the magic of fat people." ”

While he was laughing, a thin and tall man also walked out of the side of the black barbarians. As the two got ready, the man in the ghosthead mask announced the start of the race, and the two stepped onto the two stone pillars on top of the sinkhole.

The two of them had just stepped on the stone pillar, and they were both a little nervous, but after a moment they had already relaxed. The balance of the two of them is very good, and they are very stable on this round stone pillar, like nails in their feet, and they are stuck into the stone pillar step by step. Walking to the center of the stone pillar, the stone pillar swayed slightly, and the figures of both of them slowed down a lot. Step by step, steady progress.

Everyone watched the two men play, and there was silence in the field for a while, and there was no other sound in the entire valley except for the sound of birdsong. It was as if the sound of breathing had stopped. Stared intently at the two people in the field. Every time they lifted their feet, the hearts of the people jumped.

Na Mulsu was really in a very stable shape, and he didn't expect that he would be able to walk on the stone pillar with his hands behind his back. His speed is neither fast nor slow, but extremely steady, each step is of equal length, and the time of each step is just right, not fast or slow.

In contrast, the tall and thin man of the black barbarian tribe was a little frightened, and after he took a step, he might take two or three steps in a row, and then he crouched down tremblingly, stabilized his body and continued to move forward, so that Mulsu's speed was naturally much faster than him.

The man was anxious when he saw that he was about to lose, and he took out a few darts from the placket of his coat and struck them forward. None of the darts missed, and all of them hit Mulsou's thigh.

The white barbarians saw it clearly, and immediately scolded. These barbarians are quite unreasonable and hurt people. Yan zhòng affects the fairness of the game. But the barbarians did not even pay attention to them, as if they had not seen what the man had done, as if what the man had done was what was right.

Mulesu shook his body and almost fell off the sinkhole, but fortunately, his sense of balance was really superhuman, and he was seriously injured and only shook his body a little. The panicked heart of the white barbarian finally calmed down.

At this time, Mulesu was only three or four zhang away from the opposite side of the sinkhole, but now three or four zhang is like three or four hundred zhang. , Mullesu trembled on both legs with every step, and sweat the size of a bean appeared on his forehead. I saw him grit his teeth and continue walking. The wound was obviously painful, but he couldn't care about it anymore. Because at this time, as long as there is a slight difference in the pool, it will fall into a deep valley. Mullesu lowered his weight and approached the opposite shore step by step.

But two more thuds were heard, and Mulsu was hit by a dart in his ankle. Mulsu gritted his teeth, but at this time he no longer had the strength in his feet. He leaned down and carried the pillar little by little toward the other side.

The tall and thin man of the black barbarian tribe did not expect that the two rounds of darts had not knocked down the man in front of him. Now that he was lying on a pillar, he would probably be killed if he had to shoot a dart again. The man did not dare to send any more darts, so he took advantage of this time and walked tremblingly towards the other side.

Mulsu's face was hideous, but he still insisted on crawling forward, seeing that he was still not far from the opposite side. Three zhang, two zhang, one zhang. Mulsu's eyes were dizzy, and the whole person was about to fall to the right, and the white barbarians screamed loudly when they saw it, and this scream made Mulsuu wake up a little again, and he used his hand vigorously, and screamed, and his whole body crawled over the last point of distance.

Looking back, I saw that the places where Mul Lesu had crawled were completely stained red with blood, and the gray-white stone pillar suddenly turned into a blood-red pillar.

Seeing that the event had been won, all the people rushed to the altar and carried Mulsu down. Mullesu smiled: "Asu didn't disgrace Bai Man. After saying a word, he fainted. There were tears in everyone's eyes, and the girls couldn't bear to look at his wounds. He whimpered. Ran Tianluo pulled out the dart on his leg and used his spiritual power to suppress the blood in his body to prevent it from swelling. The spiritual power in the other hand is constantly providing him with the healing power of the Nuwa clan.

Hateful barbarians.

When the white barbarians saw the injuries on Mul Lesu's body, they all hated it for a while, and the Wuman clan had endless tricks, and there were two injuries in three games. It's completely unbearable. This is an unfair game for myself. But fortunately, it was a game back, and the game was not lost.

One loses and one wins, and the two sides just have a tie. Every qiē has to look at the third game, which is the decisive game. If the white barbarians lose, Miao Jiang is afraid that they will fall into a long war from now on, and if the white barbarians win, the Wuman clan will hand over their military power and let the white barbarians rule southern Xinjiang. Either way, it will have a huge impact on both communities. It also plays a decisive role in southern Xinjiang.

Ran Tianluo only saved people and healed his injuries, and it took a lot of spiritual power. Although the spiritual power in her body can be automatically refilled, the speed of recovery can't catch up with the speed of elimination, and the person who played in the first round of the third game can't be her.

Ran Tianluo was breathing spiritual power on the side, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the stones on the pit gradually closed, and the Wuhong Altar returned to its former appearance.

Wu Man lost a game, and the game that he thought was unsuspenseful was unexpectedly tied. For a while, the face of the barbarian was very ugly, especially the witch king, whose face had completely changed, and he didn't know whether it was resentment or fear.

In the third round of the game, several foreigners found by Bai Man were about to take the stage, and these people were extraordinary, and the third game was quite variable.

Suddenly, the man in the black cloak came to the Witch King ghostly and said, "Don't worry, the king, they will definitely lose this third game." ”

The Witch King's eyes lit up and said, "Is the Ghost King sure?"

The black-robed humane: "There are nine points of certainty, the king can rest assured, everything is under control." ”

The witch king said: "When the ghost king says so, this king is relieved. ”

The black-robed man struck, turned around, and vanished.

It seems that this is a fair game, and the water in it is really bottomless.