"God Sacrifice and Martial Arts" can be said to be a very important ritual and entertainment activity for the residents living in desert areas.

Although the name is called Divine Sacrifice Martial Arts, it is essentially a martial arts competition, and it is a martial arts competition that gathers all the warriors in the entire desert.

Generally speaking, a martial arts performance of this level can only be started with the consent of the leaders of the nine desert tribes, and the decision of which city to hold it in is a matter of debate every time.

And this time the martial arts performance of the God Festival is different from usual, the organizer "Golden Amber City" also specially presented a rare artificial spiritual costume as a prize.

Artificial spiritual equipment in this world is already the highest level of equipment that mortals can have access to. Except for the officials of the five major countries and a very small number of outsiders, very few people can possess this extraordinary power.

Because of this, early in the morning, warriors from hundreds of tribes across the desert gathered at the foot of "Tage Mountain" on the outskirts of "Golden Amber City", ready to compete for the highest glory and power.

There are men and women in this group of participating warriors, tall and short, and their clothing and weapons are also very different.

But one thing they have in common is that almost all of them exude a martial aura of iron-bloodedness, or they are all so awesome that their noses are almost turned up.

Four hundred and twenty-seven warriors, this is the total number of candidates for this "God Sacrifice and Martial Arts".

These hundreds of contestants are basically the top experts in their respective tribes, and it is difficult to find a few weaklings among them.

But are people with mediocre abilities qualified to participate in the "God Sacrifice Martial Arts"? In theory, of course they are.

Because there are no registration standards for this event, as long as you consider yourself a brave person and are under fifty years old, you can participate.

But in fact, there are not many people who are not good enough but dare to sign up. After all, the "God Sacrifice Martial Arts" is a real swordsmanship and gunfight regardless of life and death. There seems to be no difference between participating in the competition without any skills and committing suicide.

Therefore, although there are not many such weak contestants, it does not mean that there are not any. We can see three or two of these in every session.

Just as the more than 400 candidates gathered here were gathered in twos and threes, chatting and observing the powerful enemies around them.

In an inconspicuous corner of the gathering area at the foot of the mountain, a short, thin, and timid-looking young man was trying his best to curl up so as not to be noticed by others.

The fourteen-year-old Imam is from the "Canglang Tribe". Judging from his nervous expression, the boy should not have appeared here. He should not have appeared at this divine sacrifice and martial arts competition.

And the reason why he was drawn to participate in this divine sacrifice performance was also very simple...because he won by drawing lots.

According to the tradition of the "Cang Lang Tribe", whenever the divine sacrifice performance starts, they will draw lots to determine the contestants.

Although this statement may sound ridiculous at first glance, in fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find it even more ridiculous.

However, every time their tribe can use this nonsense method to select an outstanding contestant and get a better ranking, so the tribesmen believe in this trick.

Who would have thought that this year's lottery would happen to draw an Imam, and such a frail, skinny little kid would be drawn.

So what else can I do if I’ve already taken the cigarette? The Imam was just pushed to participate in the competition like a duck.

But Imam himself knew how much he weighed. In fact, he was not good at fighting at all, so he hid in the corner and prayed constantly from the moment he entered the venue.

No one can see me...No one can see me...I am transparent...I am transparent.

But it was obvious that the Imam's prayers had no effect, because just when he was hiding in an ugly manner, several sharp eyes were already fixed on this guy.

"Hmph, even a kid like that who doesn't know what is called can come to participate. The purity of the martial arts performance of this divine festival has also been greatly reduced."

One of them, a strong man wearing a red robe and carrying two scimitars on his back, glanced at the Imam and said in a very disdainful tone.

After hearing these words, the Imam's face suddenly turned red, and he timidly wanted to continue to retreat, so as not to be embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took half a step back, he accidentally stepped on another contestant's foot, or boot.

The boots looked inlaid with gold and silver, and seemed very expensive. The Imam's face suddenly turned green.

"Ah! Yes...I'm sorry!"

Facing the thin kid's apology, the man with a scar on his face frowned and said, "You brat, are you making trouble?"

"No, I just wasn't... careless. I'm sorry."

"You stepped on my boots. How about saying sorry? Kneel down and clean them immediately. Hurry up!"

The people in the desert area have always been fierce, and all major tribes advocate force. They originally looked down on imams who were obviously incapable of fighting, and bullying of the weak often occurred.

So at this moment, there happened to be such a weak kid who ran into the muzzle of the gun. It would be strange if the scarred man didn't humiliate him.

Wuwuwu, do you want to kneel...kneel down in front of so many people?

What should I do? It would be too embarrassing to kneel down, right?

But if you don’t kneel down, you will definitely get beaten. I don’t want to get beaten.

Feeling the looks of laughter coming from all directions, the Imam almost couldn't help but drop the pearl on the spot.

But just when he was about to kneel down to clean someone's boots resignedly, a hand stretched out from behind and directly pulled his body up from kneeling down.

Before the Imam could react to what was happening, a strange voice that sounded clear, sweet, and a little high-pitched said:

"Aren't you too timid? Kneel down when people ask you to do so. Why don't you die when they ask you to?"

Hey? Hey hey hey hey hey?

The next moment, Imam was grabbed by the collar by that slender but powerful hand, and was lifted to the back like a chicken.

Only then did the Imam realize that the person who helped and scolded him was actually a little man with a face covered.

The little man wore a cloak with a hood and a scarf on his face, but judging from the white and tender skin around his eyes and nose, he looked like a pampered young master.

Seeing that this "young master" who was also short, slender and thin actually dared to show his face, the scarred man sneered:

"Here comes another stinky brat. Can't you trash go back to your own trash heap? Just don't embarrass yourself here..."

Originally, the scarred man wanted to make him look embarrassed, but before he could finish his words, the tall and burly body flew out like a cannonball!

Puff! Puff puff! Puff puff!

"What the hell! Something is flying over!"

"Someone is attacking! Protect the young patriarch!"

"What are you doing? What the hell? What are you doing here? I'm looking for a fight!"

Several explosions and yells came out at the same time. It was obvious that the scarred man got into the crowd while flying upside down, and bumped into several people one after another.

Seeing that the crowd not far away became noisy and had just punched the little scarred man away, Anjie spat secretly and turned around to leave.

And when passing by the Imam, Anjie looked him up and down, and couldn't help but advise:

"Boy, if you don't want to get hurt, quit the game as soon as possible. This is not the place you should be."

Anjie has such sharp eyesight that she can naturally see that this kid has basically no cultivation skills, and she has no idea what he is doing here.

If this guy enters the official competition next, why bother himself if he is beaten by a group of strong men around him until he doesn't even recognize him?

Unexpectedly, after Anjie tried to persuade her, the Imam smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You... you are right, but I can't withdraw from the competition. The clan leader said that I must participate."

,If you don’t participate, you will be expelled from the tribe forever.”

In this desert area, the vast majority of residents live in the form of "tribes", which is the most important social bond in the desert area.

Because of this, people who are expelled from the tribe will be recognized as untouchables. Let alone find a decent job, they are not even allowed to beg on the street. They can only die in the wind and sand like stray dogs.

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Therefore, even if the Imam knew that it would be unlucky for him to participate in a martial arts performance at a divine sacrifice, he would still have to participate.

Even if you are kicked out of the competition after entering, at least you can still maintain your status as a regular resident of the tribe.

But even so, the Imam still needs to save some face.

So seeing Anjie's eyes looking a little disgusting, he quickly made up for himself:

"Although I am not strong enough, I have a good memory and am very knowledgeable. Nothing in the desert can be hidden from me."

"Oh? Really? Then tell me, how many decent contestants are there?"

At first, Anjie just asked casually, wanting to get off the stairs to the other side, but the Imam explained seriously:

"As far as I know, there are three favorites to win the first prize among the contestants in this divine festival. No, let me point it out to you."

The first thing the Imam pointed to was a group of men in black robes on the far left side of the field, or rather the young man standing in the middle of the men in black robes.

"That is Iben, the young chief of the 'Vulture Tribe'. I heard that he could kill wild wolves with his bare hands at the age of three. He is known as the Desert Eagle. It is also said that he has traveled to the five countries and spent a lot of money to worship many masters. His strength and knowledge

They are all extraordinary."

Immediately afterwards, he pointed to a group of white-robed people on the far right side of the venue, and pointed to the burliest woman among the white-robed people, and said:

"That lady is Sabrina, the eldest lady of the Jackal Tribe. Even though she is a female, she is more brave and fierce than most men. She has killed twenty people on the street in the capital before.

There are many enemy tribesmen, very scary."

Finally, the Imam pointed to a group of people in the center of the venue wearing the most conspicuous golden cloaks, shrugged and said:

"As for that adult...there's no need to introduce him, right?"

"Huh? Why don't you introduce it? Finish quickly, I want to hear it." Anjie was listening with interest as if listening to a story, but she didn't expect the Imam to stop talking, so she hurriedly urged him.

Upon hearing this, the Imam gave Anjie a strange look and asked, "Are you not a local? Otherwise, would you have never heard of Lord Sangha's name?"

"It's none of your business, just tell me. If you don't tell me, I'll let you fly farther than the scarred man just now."

"Don't! Say it, I say it, isn't it okay to say it?"

Immediately, the Imam, who was so frightened by Anjie that her pearls almost fell off, quickly explained:

"The golden cloak is a symbol of the Loulan royal family. It can only be used by the royal family members who rule this country. Lord Sangha is known as the most powerful and talented person among this generation of royal family to inherit the throne."
To be continued...