Lu Haikong danced the basic axe technique a few times, and after trying the feel, he stopped, after all, there was still a battle at noon, and there was no need to consume too much physical strength in the morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then the maid sent fresh milk and mutton as Lu Haikong's breakfast, looking at the breakfast in front of him, Lu Haikong was a little emotional.

A long time ago, as a poor man, Lu Haikong had always fantasized about being able to eat a roast leg of lamb by himself, but when this happened, he didn't seem to have much surprise, and he found out that some attributes would disappear, and people would really change.

After feeling a little emotional, Lu Haikong finished breakfast, rested, and waited until the time was almost up to follow the maids to the venue of the competition.

Because this competition includes seven tribes, so there are a lot of Huns from the seven tribes, after all, Qiqige is a well-deserved goddess among the seven nearby tribes, and she is also a beautiful female god of war with equal emphasis on strength, she is still quite popular among the seven tribes, so for the belonging of this goddess, the Huns of the seven tribes are very concerned.

Because there were too many people coming, for fear of any public security incidents, the Wuyun tribe directly moved the venue of the competition out of the tribe, after all, there were at least 10,000 people from the six tribes from outside.

When Lu Haikong arrived, the crowd around the martial arts venue was already crowded, and the scene was really a bit like a festival celebration.

There is roasted mutton everywhere, there are Hun men drinking milk wine and talking freely, and of course there are fights.

The seven tribes usually have friction with each other, and at the same time as they meet at this time, some Hun men with grievances are dueling in the presence of everyone.

This is a very martial people, this kind of duel in such a celebration-like event, not only will no one stop it, even the dead will not cause any panic, drag the dead body away, the losing party is willing to gamble and lose, and will not be entangled in anything.

Such a scene may be a bit barbaric, but at the same time, it also allows Lu Haikong to see the other side of this nation, and has to bear that this is a martial nation, and this fierce nation is definitely far superior to the Han people in terms of personal combat effectiveness.

However, such a festival-like atmosphere Lu Haikong didn't feel much, after all, he was not a Huns, and when he arrived, he immediately attracted the attention of the Huns, of course, this kind of attention was not kind.

Almost everywhere Lu Haikong walked by, all the movements in the hands of the Huns would stop, and they looked at Lu Haikong with fierce and mocking eyes.

It is commendable that these Huns have never made a move against the land, sea and air, as if they were all waiting for the joust of a thin Han to laugh at the time of the competition.

For these Huns, this battle is their own battle after all, and their grassland flowers will belong to their Huns after all, as for the Han people in Lu, Haikong and Kong, they are just a ridiculous and pitiful clown, and when they really compete, this thin Han will know the strength of the Huns.

Lu Haikong didn't care about the eyes of the Huns, and asked the maid to spread the blanket in a relatively flat and comfortable place in the competition venue, and placed some wine and food on the blanket.

It seems that in the eyes of Lu Haikong, he is just a picnic outing, and there is no tension of battle at all.

"This one is the Han man that Qiqige picked up? How do I feel like a man of letters? In the arena, a burly Hun looked at Lu Haikong and said to the dark clouds on the side.

"Don't underestimate him, this Han man is not simple." Dark Cloud Tu remembered the momentum that erupted that day in Lu Haikong, and suddenly frowned.

The Hun beside him is called He Suimeng, the one that Qiqige wanted to pay attention to by Lu Haikong before, he is the strongest man in the He Sui tribe, but I don't know how he got together with Wuyuntu.

"No matter how simple it is, what can it be? Can a mere Han man really take away the flowers of our grassland? A Hun on the side of Wuyuntu and He Suimeng said disdainfully, this Hun is not simple, he is the leader of the Fu tribe called Fu Li.

"Also, this Han man is not worried, just worried about whether the woman will come up with any tricks."

"Don't worry, that woman can't make any waves, how many men under her command can really help her?"

"That's right, it's a dream for a woman to want to ride on a man's head and be the leader! As a woman, she still obediently lies under a man's crotch. ”

The three Huns, one of the strongest of the Wuyun tribe, one of the strongest of the Hesui tribe, plus the leader of the Fu tribe, the three of them got together and chatted for a few words, then separated and returned to their own tribes.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, noon arrived, and this much-anticipated Hun version of the competition officially began.

After the old leader came up and said a few words, he announced that the contest had officially begun.

This one is simpler than Lu Haikong expected, it is not a one-on-one fight, and there is no messy selection, but directly called eight candidates up, and then directly let them fight, the rules are very simple, and the winner is the one who fights to the end.

When he learned this rule, the four maids beside Lu Haikong couldn't help frowning, such a rule is undoubtedly unfavorable for Lu Haikong, he is a Han man present, and he is naturally in a state of opposition to the other seven people, one fights seven, they don't think that Lu Haikong can be strong to this extent.

The strongest of the seven tribes, Lu Haikong, have seen it, their strength is good, they generally have about 70 forces, and they are the real one, not the three parallel goods that want to Tiegang Cottage, such seven people Lu Haikong is very challenging to take down alone, and Lu Haikong is happy to accept such a pick.

Seeing Lu Haikong get up from the blanket, put the military book in his hand on the blanket casually, stretched out his hand to take the wild axe from the hands of the four maids, and walked towards the venue of the competition, a louder boo sounded.

All kinds of contempt and insults against Lu Haikong rang out, and the other seven Huns in the venue watched Lu Haikong stride over, except for the dark cloud map, which was somewhat jealous, and the rest were full of contempt for Lu Haikong.

No one thinks that this Han man can do anything in this competition, and the only thing that awaits him is defeat and death! (To be continued.) )