The bonfire was blazing, but at this time, everyone's face was not smiling happily, but with a sense of admiration.

Because at this time, it is time for the god of war to perform the dance of the god of war.

The two experiences made the two tribes convinced of Ye Chen's identity, and no one knew what this dance of the god of war was.

Several of the holy women were the first to step into the room, barefoot with a spear stuck into the ground, and then knelt on one knee and leaned against the spear.

Next came a few warriors with shields in hand, and they came to the spears standing on the ground, and they held stone axes and roared in the sky, all of which was arranged by the chief Dashan.

"Hula! Cool! ”

On the high platform, the mountains also began to sing their tribal songs, which were simple and catchy, and soon everyone began to follow along.

In the loud singing of hundreds of people, Tang Luotong took the lead in walking out, and she was also barefoot with a wooden spear, revealing her straight legs.

Step by step, with a dance foundation, coupled with the runes smeared up and down the body, especially the homemade tops, it aroused the curiosity of all women.

They had also discussed behind their backs before why the women of the god of war and the god of war were dressed so differently.

But now, apart from the difference in skin color, her unique clothing was something they had never seen before, and although the tribe had begun to weave cloth because of the introduction of the mountains, they did not bother to wear it, and regarded it as an inferior thing, just as modern people disdained to wear hay clothing.

But Tang Luotong casually tied a long strip of flower cloth in a knot on his chest, and when he wore it, he matched it with the pattern she used to spend on his body in black and white, which gave them an idea of wanting to imitate.

This is Tang Luotong's so-called exemplary power, after all, she is a woman of the god of war, she is favored by the divine grace, and she is also the object of imitation pursued by the saints.

Holding a wooden spear high, Tang Luotong worked hard to perform a sacred feeling, and I have to say that if she enters the entertainment industry, she will also be a bright new star.

Step by step, with the constant chanting of songs, she stopped when she reached the middle.

Kneeling on one knee, she also began to sing to the chant of everyone, and at this moment, the long-awaited god of war finally walked out.

His right leg was still bandaged, but Ye Chen still had a sense of wisdom and martial arts, and walked into the square step by step, his cold gaze swept over everyone's faces.

"Hah!"

With a roar, Tang Luotong immediately threw the wooden spear in his hand over, caught Ye Chen, who was holding the wooden spear with one hand, and with a shake of his wrist, the wooden spear suddenly waved in his hand.

The clansmen had never seen such a scene, and with the wooden spear in Ye Chen's hand sometimes fierce like thunder, sometimes tricky like a spiritual snake, their chanting voices became louder and louder.

I don't know who knelt down on one knee for the first time, followed by the clansmen who were originally sitting on the ground.

Even the mountain and Gruuld Kuster on the high platform fell to one knee, and the mountain felt in a trance that only gods could have such abilities.

As soon as the wooden spear in his hand was raised, the wooden spear that was originally inserted into the ground was immediately picked up and flew up, Ye Chen's wrist trembled, and the wooden spear in his hand accurately stabbed on the wooden spear that was still spinning.

The wooden spear that was hit immediately flew out and stuck on the mud wall more than twenty meters away, while Ye Chen retreated and twisted his waist and walked towards the next wooden spear.

One by one, the wooden spears were picked up, and after being hit, they flew towards the mud wall in the distance, such a technique was definitely the ability that Ye Chen had practiced hard for many years, and the people who watched it were dumbfounded, and even the chant was forgotten.

The more than 100 people who quieted down looked at the so-called Dance of the God of War with wide eyes, and even Tang Luotong looked at Ye Chen with admiration.

At this time, he was so serious between his eyebrows, and the wooden spear in his hand was like divine power, flickering and moving, and the elegance was absolutely impossible to turn his eyes on.

Coupled with the sweat left along his body, the muscles on Ye Chen's body became thick because of the force.

Different from those huge muscles that are fitness, Ye Chen's streamlined muscles have strong explosive power, male hormones burst out, Tang Luotong's eyes stared at Ye Chen, because at this moment, he was radiant.

Because of his serious focus, Ye Chen's handsomeness is incomparably domineering, and Tang Luotong, who is kneeling on one knee, now sincerely feels that handsomeness.

As for the other saints, their eyes were even brighter, and they completely surrendered to the feet of the gods.

As soon as he withdrew his hand, Ye Chen inserted the wooden spear into the ground, and he stood there with a heroic spirit that was not angry and self-assured.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone reacted, and immediately chanted the local song again, which was the greatest respect for the gods.

"Your wound seems to be bleeding again!"

At the end of the performance, Ye Chen walked back to the lounge, the performance ended, but he was very tired.

The new wound began to bleed again because of the strenuous exercise, and Tang Luotong, who rushed back, began to redress him as soon as possible.

"Will that help?"

Sitting on the mat, there is no furniture in the house, but fortunately, the weather is fine, and some people will sleep outside tonight.

"Don't worry, you didn't see the eyes of those people just now, I guess it won't take long, it's okay, now Dashan and Gruuld Kuster are explaining to everyone, the runes on your body are special symbols for the god of war, so you have such an ability."

While helping Ye Chen bandage his wounds, Tang Luotong snickered, the two of them sang a play, and from each other's eyes, Tang Luotong saw the expectation.

"You have a lot of ideas, I was about to believe you just now, it's a waste for you not to be an actor."

Ye Chen looked at Tang Luotong with a smile, the admiration she felt when she knelt on the ground just now was really vivid, if she was an actor, I am afraid she would have the opportunity to compete with Liu Mengfan.

"Women are ever-changing, otherwise they wouldn't be bullied by a stinky man like you all day long."

Tang Luotong glanced at Ye Chen, her face was embarrassed, she would never admit it, she was indeed revealing her true feelings just now, and the worship and admiration at that moment were completely real.

After bandaging the wound again, Ye Chen rested against the earthen wall, the new injury already consumed him a lot, and just now in order to bluff others, he even used some extremely physion-consuming stick techniques.

"You should rest early, you were tired just now."

Tang Luotong didn't want to cause trouble to others anymore, because she lived in Dashan's house, and Dashan had never gone back, so she simply moved to Ye Chen's side.

Seeing Tang Luotong pick up the dagger and cloth again, Ye Chen couldn't bear to say that she was still very weak now.

"Then what's the matter, Dashan's wife has taken care of me for so many days, why do I have to make two sets of clothes for them, if you are tired, go to bed early."

Tang Luotong is a person who knows how to repay her kindness, and she will naturally not forget the fact that Dashan's wife took care of her, and the only thing she can do now is to surprise them.

(End of chapter)