Outside the earthen city wall, a suspension bridge five or six meters wide has been lowered.

Nearly 100 torches illuminated the open space in front of you.

As the flames flickered, Dashan stood at the front with a wooden spear in his hand, followed by dozens of young and strong warriors from the tribe.

At this time, they were all painted with white dye on their cheeks, and they all looked at each other with cold eyebrows.

On the earthen city wall behind him, the old men and women of the tribe also stood there, holding torches high, and they were considered to be guarding the enemy for Dashan and others.

A few dozen meters away, on the opposite side, a group of dark-skinned natives were also standing.

They were also barefoot with necklaces of animal teeth around their necks, wearing animal skins and clutching wooden spears and stone axes, and they didn't know what they were shouting.

As an Asian, judging from Ye Chen's gaze, there is basically no difference in their appearance, and there are fifty or sixty in the team, the only difference is that their faces are smeared with fiery red dye, and under the reflection of the torches, they feel extremely hideous.

The guy at the head is half a head taller than a mountain that is 1.8 meters tall, with a strong body and an angular face.

At this time, he was shouting with his mouth open and sticking out his tongue, constantly waving the wooden spear in his hand.

The hideous appearance doesn't look like an ordinary conversation at first glance, but the kind of local dialect that looks like an alien language, Ye Chen can't understand a word.

Ascending to the heights and looking into the distance, he could only watch the scene in front of him from the earthen wall more than three meters high, and at this time, night fell, according to estimates, it was only more than ten o'clock.

What is the reason why this group of red-faced natives ran here?

However, Ye Chen could see that both sides were tense, and the battle of more than 100 people was about to break out, but the mountain here did not have such an exaggerated expression, but kept saying something to the other party.

But the other party's actions should not listen to Dashan's words at all, but this should belong to the contradiction between them, and Ye Chen had no choice but to watch from the wall.

After a few conversations, but the other party jumped more and more violently, in Ye Chen's opinion, could he be a sheep seizure.

If it's a battlefield fight, this hasn't been done yet, I'm afraid most of the physical energy has been consumed.

But as soon as he shouted at the red-faced man opposite, the fifty or sixty people behind him also raised the wooden spears and stone axes in their hands.

"Whoa......

kept slapping his mouth, which reminded Ye Chen of the previous gypsy movies, or the image of Tarzan of the Apes.

But their long whistles do give a sense of unity.

As the long roar ended, the red-faced strong man led by him clenched the wooden spear in his hand with both hands, stepped on the ground alternately with his left and right feet, and his body bowed slightly, like a cheetah about to pounce, and the tribal warriors behind him also began to step rhythmically with his stomping.

The uniform movements of dozens of people made people feel that the fighting spirit was coming, and the mountain also gave up lobbying and clenched the wooden spear in his hand.

With a long roar, he also began to step on the ground left and right, and the tribal warriors behind him followed closely with the chief's pace, and the two sides began the final round of preparations.

"Don't fight!"

originally thought that the quarrel could be ended in two sentences, but he didn't want both sides to refuse to stop, especially when Dashan began to walk towards the red-faced strong man on the opposite side step by step.

The other party did not retreat, holding the wooden spear, and walked towards the mountain amid the shouts of the tribe.

It can be seen that the two of them are going to duel, which can make Ye Chen on the earthen wall anxious.

If it were yesterday, Ye Chen would naturally not care about this kind of thing, but not now, Tang Luotong's body is weak, and I am afraid that he needs to stay in this tribe for a period of time to cultivate his body.

Dashan is the only person who can speak Mandarin, and if he has any strengths and weaknesses on the battlefield, he will not be alone.

Besides, he saved him completely out of wanting to snatch emergency supplies, but he really helped Tang Luotong get through the ghost gate.

Ye Chen's temperament is unwilling to owe favors to others, not to mention that from the movement of his feet, Ye Chen, as a master of fighting, knows that Dashan will definitely lose.

Whether it is to repay the favor or continue to stay and cultivate, Ye Chen can't let Dashan have any mistakes.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen kicked the ground with both feet, and the whole person shot out from behind the crowd of watchers, landing on the wooden board like a cheetah.

With the elasticity of the plank, Ye Chen jumped high again, flipped over in the air and landed on the ground, and another side hand flipped to remove the momentum.

With these three jumps, he had already landed on the battlefield, but when he stood firm, he found that he had reached the middle of the battlefield.

Now, he was standing there, and more than 100 people on both sides were staring wide-eyed, looking at Ye Chen, who seemed to fall from the sky.

Especially the elasticity given to him by the wooden plank just now, which made him jump five or six meters high, and his body did a forward flip in the air, but it jumped over the head of the tribal warrior.

The subsequent side flip, Ye Chen didn't mean to show off, just to unload the force, but in the eyes of others, it was so magical.

"Sorry, it's too much!"

Being watched by so many people, Ye Chen took two steps back with a little embarrassment, and then came to Dashan's side.

If you want to blame the elasticity of the suspension bridge, he can't help but land in such a fancy way.

"Why are you here!"

Dashan looked at Ye Chen in surprise, he had been to Huaxia, and he naturally knew that Huaxia was most proud of kung fu.

However, he didn't have a chance to contact, let alone study, Ye Chen's gorgeous landing just now made him dumbfounded.

"I'll come and see, how did you get into a fight with someone? You're no match for him! ”

Ye Chen didn't want to be in the limelight, but if he went up the mountain, he might not be able to come back alive.

"There's no way, if I don't agree to fight alone, he will attack in a big way, and the hatred of our generation can only be paid with blood!"

Dashan didn't want to do this, but now that the other party was forcing the door, he had no choice, if he really wanted to fight in groups, the people of the tribe would lose more.

As a chief, he knew he couldn't let the tribe bleed anymore.

"Okay, since you want to fight, I'll just help you fight, let's say, do you want to die or catch alive?"

Looking at the strong man opposite, Ye Chen sneered, he slept for a while, he was full of strength, although his left leg still had a faint pain, but to deal with this kind of person, Ye Chen's one hand was enough.

"If you can, don't hurt his life, I really don't want our two clans to be bullied by outsiders, and we have to add blood and tears, isn't this what you often say about peace?"

During the casual chat yesterday, Dashan also said that he had read a lot of Chinese history over the years, which had greatly improved him.

"Okay, it looks like you've learned a little bit of China's 5,000-year-old stuff, so I'll fight this battle!"

Ye Chen smiled, stretched out his hand to push away the wooden spear handed over by Dashan, to deal with this kind of guy, his fist was enough.

(End of chapter)