As Dali squeezed into the front of a bonfire, the first thing I saw was Yishi and Damei who had seen before. They had changed their previous clothes. They were dressed like a beautiful little Caifeng at this time, which really made people feel like they were relying on clothes.

When I saw me walking in, Yishi and Damei held my hand from left to right, and their expressions seemed to be afraid that I would be snatched away. I felt a little funny just now, but in a blink of an eye, I immediately saw many Yi women nearby starting to look at me, their eyes full of surprise and curiosity. When they looked at me, they whispered a few words to each other from time to time. Although I couldn't understand the local language of the Yi people, I could probably guess that they were asking who I was.

After a while, the lively campfire party finally began, and all the Yi men and women began to sing and dance. Under the leadership of Yi Shi and Damei, I also began to learn their dance steps. In just a while, I was able to roughly follow their singing. At first glance, I looked no different from ordinary Yi men. Yi Shi and Damei saw that I learned so much, and the eyes that came to me were filled with praise and spring feelings. I noticed their expressions, and held their warm hearts in my hands and couldn't help but feel agitation.

Everyone was immersed in a joyful atmosphere. I wonder if it was because I looked much taller than the Yi men, so it was more conspicuous. During the dance, young Yi girls kept throwing eyes at me. Their hot enthusiasm was a bit uneasy.

Before I knew it, I didn’t know how long it took, and finally arrived at the competition that Dali mentioned. I saw a little inside the open space, and sure enough, a ring was built. The ring was on the side of the open space in front of me. Everyone began to rush towards the ring, of course, most of them were men.

Dali came out of nowhere and came to me. He pulled me away from Yishi and Damei. He squeezed into the front of the ring. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be excited because the competition was about to begin.

As soon as we stood in front of the ring, we saw a middle-aged woman walking onto the ring. After the lady raised her hand to calm everyone down, she began to say a lot of Yi words that I couldn't understand. While she was talking, the Yi men applauded and cheered from time to time, probably because the woman said something exciting. As she was speaking, the lady suddenly raised her hand and pointed to a tall tower next to the open space and said a few more words. Then the Yi people shouted like crazy, and listened to the Yi language they kept repeating was vaguely "Mo Luo".

I looked up at the tower and saw that the tower was covered with a layer of gauze, and lights were lit inside. I could vaguely see a few of the women looking at this side of the ring.

"She is probably Mrs. Mo Luo. I didn't expect that she was so popular with the clan members!" I just thought for a moment and immediately guessed the identities of the women on the tower.

At this moment, the woman on the ring said a few more words, then stepped down to the stage, and saw what she meant. Perhaps the competition tonight had begun. The two of them jumped up from the stage, and after only a few words of Yi, they fought together. I just took a look and knew that they were strong men with some brute force at most and had no skill. Therefore, their interest was immediately reduced by half.

"Brother, go on stage, they can't beat you!" I noticed Dali's actions before, and knew that his skills were better than those on the stage. Everyone said something to him.

After hearing my words, Dali was not humble. After giggling, he said, "Brother, you don't know that powerful people usually don't go up front. The people who go up front are just pretending to show the girls behind. I'm waiting, and when Hantu goes up, I'll go up."

"Hantu? Who is Hantu?"

"Hantu is the man we can beat in our village today. Last year, he was injured by a bear while hunting, so he didn't go on stage, but this year he was going to go on stage. I lost to him before, and I will definitely beat him this year."

"Oh!" I finally knew that Dali was not going to compete with the "Madam Mo Luo" overnight. During this conversation with him, two more people had changed on the stage. Gradually, people came and went, and as the competition continued to change, the excitement increased greatly. Although the people who went upstairs were not necessarily martial arts masters, their fighting skills obtained from hunting were also very beautiful.

Finally, another young Yi man jumped onto the stage and saw that the man had dark skin, shiny muscles, and had several scars on his face, which looked very masculine. Just as I saw his posture, I couldn't help but secretly praise him "hero".

At this time, Dali pulled me from the side and whispered: "He is Hantu, hey, I haven't seen you for a few days, and there is another scar on his face."

"So he doesn't know how to do it!" I nodded. It seemed that Dali's opponent was not a weak player. Just looking at his aura, I felt a little like in my heart.

The man who had won the previous game on the stage, when he saw Hantu coming on stage, probably recognized him, and immediately showed a look of fear on his face, and he didn't dare to take action. Hantu's eyes flashed with a flash, and he didn't hesitate to take action. He immediately stepped forward and punched the man... In just two or three moves, Hantu knocked the man off the ring. It seemed that he was extremely easy to win, and it was simply no difficulty.

When I looked at Hantu on the stage, I noticed Dali next to me again. Seeing him smile, he licked his lips again, staring at Hantu tightly, like a leopard that looked at his prey.

Hantu seemed to be very famous in this village. When everyone looked at him, he couldn't help but show a look of awe in his eyes. No one in the audience dared to play. After a while, Dali finally jumped onto the ring. His figure was far less tall than Hantu, but his strong aura was not weaker than the other party at all.

When Hantu saw the visitor, he probably recognized Dali. The one who said "Jiuli" was a Chinese language expression in Yi people, and then Dali replied. Although I didn't know what they were saying, I heard the cheers from everyone under the ring, and probably the two of them were tit-for-tat. Not only did they want to defeat each other, but they couldn't even lose their might in their mouths.

Finally, Dali was talking about Dali's first move, and the two people on the ring started to fight. If we talk about it, the paths taken by Hantu and Dali were completely different. Hantu took a relatively steady and fierce path. Every time he punched, he was powerful, and the strong wind could be heard from outside the ring. Dali was different. Dali relied on his agility in his body, and he kept wandering around Hantu like a clever leopard, and his moves were very different. After the two of them had just played for a while, Dali had already hit Hantu several times, which attracted a lot of cheers and cheers from the audience.

I know that Dali and Hantu are both good players of the same level. Although Dali can hit Hantu one after another, these punches are probably tickling for Hantu, and there is no harm at all. On the contrary, if Dali is punched by Hantu, he will probably be seriously injured.

Both of them tried their best to compete. I looked at it for a while and realized that Hantu was older after all, and relied on his burly figure and strength. He had not changed anything yet. Instead, Dali's movements had begun to slow down a little. After a while, finally, because Dali's movements were not fast enough, Hantu saw an opportunity and immediately stepped forward and punched Dali's back.

Dali on the field should have been shocked by this. He didn't care about his embarrassment, so he rolled on the ground and barely avoided the side. Seeing this, Hantu took two steps forward and continued to punch Dali on the ground. At this time, Dali had no room to hide, and could only raise his arms to resist, in order to hold Hantu's punch.

Originally, Dali fell to the ground, and Hantu had already won this game, but he did not stop. Instead, he chased Dali. If this punch was solid, Dali's hand bone would be broken. When I saw this situation, I cursed "too cruel", and at the same time I used my light body skill, and jumped onto the stage like a terrifying geese, holding Hantu's punch for Dali.

Hantu didn't seem to have expected that I would suddenly come out. There was a slight surprise in his eyes, and at the same time, he was shocked by the internal force in my hand and retreated more than ten steps in succession. This finally stopped.

"Brother, why are you here?" Dali climbed up from the ground and said to me in a low voice with some complaints, "We Yi people cannot intervene in the competition for martial arts!"

"You are my brother, how can I watch you get beaten up?"

Dali was suffocated when he heard the words. He probably knew that if I didn't come to save him, he was afraid that his hand would have been interrupted by Hantu, so he couldn't show off and said anything else. He just whispered to me: "Thank you, brother!"

Hantu stopped and immediately said a lot of Yi dialect to me. I looked at Dali next to me. Dali quickly translated: "He is calling us two to beat one, not a hero, and asked brother who you are. He is going to compete with you!" While speaking, I could hear Dali's voice with a hint of ashamed, it was just to be scolded by Hantu for beating one.
Chapter completed!