After the grand dance, the competition for the red flower began. The young men in the tribe were eager to fight for their beloved women. The women also hid in the distance and quietly watched the men competing, hoping that a heroic man would present them with a red flower.
Chihu was very lucky today. None of the warriors in the tribe participated in the fight for the flower of the grassland, Zhuoma's red flower, so he got a big red flower as he wished, winning three consecutive victories and becoming the third person to get a red flower. Amid the applause and cheers of the crowd, Chihu put the red flower on Zhuoma.
"This last red flower belongs to Miss Chinatsu..." Someone suddenly shouted this, and the whole camp became excited.
"Yes, this last red flower belongs to Miss Qianxia. If any young man gets it, he can ask the clan leader for marriage." A middle-aged man also shouted.
"Yes, that's right, flowers go with beauties, warriors win flowers, only the best warriors are worthy of sister Chinatsu..."
"Yes, we all agree..." A warm response came from around more than a dozen wildfires.
At this time, Ren Ya, who was standing beside the campfire, suddenly revealed a shy look of a little girl on her face, but the corner of her eyes kept glancing in the direction of Zhou Yi, with an unconcealable 'obscene' smile in her eyes.
This girl... Zhou Yi suddenly understood why Renya worked so hard at the dance tonight. As an outsider, Qianxia would not normally be a popular woman in the tribe. However, after the dance, Renya's enchanting charm immediately made all the men in the Qiyan tribe bewildered. Naturally, there would be countless people willing to go through fire and water for Renya. If it weren't for Renya, Chihu might not have been able to marry Zhuoma so easily!
Zhou Yi gave Ren Ya a helpless smile, and the situation on the field began to change gradually.
"I, Garu, will be the first to go on stage. I do this for the beauty Chixia and for myself. Who will fight with me?" A figure flipped over several times like a monkey, swiftly passed over a burning bonfire, and landed in the middle of the field, screaming.
"Good, good, bang bang..." Cheers and applause rang out.
The bonfire was burning brightly, the flames were nearly six feet high, and the bonfire was nearly ten feet wide, so it was not easy to climb over it easily.
"I, Cheetah, have been waiting for this day for a long time. For sister Chinatsu, even Brother Garu cannot give in." A rough voice drowned out the laughter of the crowd, but soon another round of laughter broke out.
Cheetah shrugged his shoulders, and in an instant, he was filled with endless fighting spirit and his eyes became sharp.
Garu bent his knees slightly and raised his hands as if he was going to attack from below. The noises of the crowd quieted down at this moment, leaving only the sound of the wind and the crackling of the bonfire.
“Hit!” Hua Meng shouted loudly and kicked out like lightning towards the cheetah’s lower body.
Zhou Yi looked at the competition in the arena, but he was not as focused as those people from the Qiyan tribe. Cheetah and Garu were both good fighters in the tribe, but in Zhou Yi's eyes, they were still extremely unbearable. At most, they could be considered as half-external martial arts masters, and their skills were probably only slightly better than those of street thugs. How could they be masters
"Bang bang..." At this time, Garu had firmly suppressed the cheetah. The cheetah did not attack but only blocked. It bent down and used its arms to protect its head, face, chest and abdomen, like a reef in the stormy waves. It did not retreat even a single step. Its eyes were so bright that it was chilling.
"Hit..." Garu attacked fiercely, but couldn't push the cheetah back even a step. He became a little anxious and took a risky move. He jumped into the air and kicked the cheetah's head.
The cheetah roared, and rushed forward quickly when Garu was in the air, grabbing Garu's leg. Garu immediately cried out inwardly, and the tribesmen around him cried out in shock.
"Go!" The cheetah grabbed Garu's feet with both hands and gave him a gentle push. Garu's body flipped several times in the air and fell heavily to the ground, with a look of shame on his face.
"Brother Lie won!" Garu shook his head with a look of regret.
Liebao smiled bitterly and said, "It was just luck. If Brother Garu hadn't taken the risk to attack, I would have been the one to lose if we had continued to attack for a while."
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge Cheetah?" the elder of the Qiyan tribe asked loudly. Cheetah also looked around, shrouded in the aura, like an iron tower standing among more than a dozen bonfires.
Seeing that no one had come on stage, Liebao couldn't help but feel proud and even a little proud: "Since all the brothers are so willing to give in, then Liebao will not be polite. But don't worry, I, Liebao, will definitely take care of sister Qianxia wholeheartedly..."
"Wait! Don't be so proud. Wait until you get past me before you talk about this." A loud voice rang out among the crowd.
Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a very tall young man with hair as short and hard as weed roots, standing on his scalp and looking a little disheveled.
"Subuchi!" everyone exclaimed.
Is this the man with the title "Subuchi" in the thirteen wings of Mongolia? Zhou Yi's pupils slightly dilated. The tall man in front of him was definitely different from Garu and Liebao. This man had a steady aura and a restrained divine light, showing that he was a master with deep inner cultivation. If he participated in the battle, he would surely be able to sweep the entire Qiyan tribe.
The reactions of the tribesmen undoubtedly reflected Zhou Yi's judgment. The tribesmen who were so lively just now were now silent, and their eyes were full of regret when they looked at the cheetah.
"Hehe!" Looking at the surprised reactions of the crowd, Shuchi said with a smile: "I haven't married yet! With such a beautiful woman, can't I have a hand in it?"
"Come on! Subuchi, let me see how powerful the Thirteen Wings are!" The men of the prairie must not retreat. Cheetah suddenly let out a loud shout, trying to give himself a little courage.
"Hey..." Subuchi suddenly chuckled, but Cheetah had already attacked, trying to attack Subuchi first.
"Huh..." However, Cheetah's fist still missed. Subuchi appeared on his left side in an instant and hit his waist with his elbow. With just this move, Cheetah was knocked several feet away.
The cheetah's throat felt hot and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, but he still struggled to stand up straight.
"Give up!" Shuchi waved his hand and said, "Don't waste your energy. I have already dispersed your Qi and blood. Although it's not serious, you should stay in bed and rest for the next ten days!"
In an instant, Shuchi looked towards the elder with a scoundrel look on his face and said, "Old man, old man, hurry up, hurry up, announce that I won!"
"Wait!" A clear and tender voice suddenly came from beside the campfire. Everyone looked up and found that it was Miss Qianxia herself
The girl 'Qianxia', who was praised as a beauty in the Qiyan tribe, rolled her eyes fiercely at Zhou Yi, who was whistling and looked as if it had nothing to do with him, then turned around and smiled.
"My husband, how could he not be able to beat me?" (To be continued)