I am a primitive

This is because he is wearing a rattan armor under his black linen thin shirt.

The senior brother didn't hold the rattan shield he was used to this time, but a wooden spear.

This time, Shang didn't take his usual long dagger either, just like his elder brother, he held a wooden spear in his hand.

However, unlike ordinary wooden guns, the wooden guns the two of them were holding at this time had not been ground to a sharp point.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a wooden gun, but a stick.

Moreover, the other end of the stick was wrapped in linen cloth, and as the two of them walked, some fine white powder fell from the linen cloth wrapped in the gun head.

These finely divided white powders are lime foam dipped in.

This is what Han Cheng said is a safe way to play.

Swords and guns have no eyes, so don't use the point of the gun. After the two of them have a fight, it's just to see who has more white marks on their body.

Before the rules of fighting, Han Chengcheng had already explained the rules to the elder brother and Shang, but at this time Han Cheng reiterated it loudly.

On the one hand, this is to let these powerful onlookers in the tribe understand the rules of fighting, and on the other hand, it is to remind the elder brother and Shang once again.

Let them remember that this is a game of friendship first, and never make a real fire.

After all, it's a master's game, so let's go to the end.

After reiterating the rules, Han Cheng announced the start of the Qingque tribe friendly match without much nonsense.

Following Han Cheng's announcement of the start and exit, the newly dressed elder brother and Shang entered the stage, and the surrounding tribe members became excited immediately.

Looking at the excited tribe members, Han Cheng looked thoughtful, and raised his eyebrows after a while.

When he was a little distracted like this, the senior brother and Shang on the field had already stood relatively still.

The expected battle between dragons and tigers did not start immediately, because the two were holding sticks and bowing to each other in a strange salute.

Such things, of course, were written by Han Dashenzi who read too many martial arts novels and TV dramas in later generations.

At such a scene, everyone in the surrounding tribe was stunned for a while, but God Son Han showed a satisfied smile.

If he had a beard, he would have stroked it twice by now.

The onlookers were really puzzled by the strange behavior of the two elder brothers.

From their point of view, the leader and Shang are about to fight, so what's the point of doing this kind of weird ritual at this time?How about just rushing up and hitting?

However, some smarter people soon became thoughtful and understood the good intentions of the Son of God.

The leader and Shang are from the same tribe, and there is no hatred between them. It is true that they can't rush up and fight like foreign enemies, and salute before fighting. This is indeed a very necessary thing.

In the anticipation of the crowd, who were either enlightened or confused, the two people who had saluted on the field waited for a while, and then began to test and attack each other.

Then the fighting became more intense than before.

But no matter how intense it is, it can't change the fact that this is not the world of Xianxia and Wuxia.

The two of them clasped their fists together to salute. Before the fight started, everything looked decent, with the demeanor of some masters.

But now as soon as the fight is started, it will be revealed immediately.

Looking at the two people on the field carrying sticks aiming at the opportunity to stab each other, Han Dashenzi, who had watched too many martial arts movies, couldn't help sniffling.

Sure enough, the gap between ideal and reality is so big.

Just like before, in Han Cheng's impression, all the monks are people with high-strength kung fu. When fighting, not to mention flying around, at least they have to put on a posture and make a few moves.

Such an impression, when he saw a video of several monks fighting and fighting on the Internet, he was immediately smashed.

Except for grabbing the hair, which is a necessary stunt for mortals to fight, all the others have been used...

Han Cheng, who was thinking about martial arts blockbusters, felt a little uncomfortable about the fight in front of him. Those people in the tribe who had never dreamed of martial arts, but watched with enthusiasm, and didn't know the guy next to him, but he even shouted. The whistle was blown.

After Han Cheng looked at it for a while, he couldn't help but smiled and shook his head slightly.

Where are these guys?

If this allowed them to watch a wonderful action movie in high definition and uncensored, these guys would scream and smash the TV with their heads?

But seeing the performance of these people, Han Cheng's previous thoughts became clearer.

"stop!"

After seeing the wooden stick in Shang's hand stabbing the elder brother again, Han Cheng called out and ended the friendly match.

The two people on the field stopped as they said, panting heavily and looking at each other.

It is an idea deep in everyone's heart to be competitive and want to compete with opponents in some fields.

It's just that some people have a strong idea of ​​this kind of thinking, while others are not so strong.

Although Shang and the senior brother didn't really want to fight this fight before, but now that they came to the field and started fighting in front of everyone, some feelings of wanting to defeat each other involuntarily rose in their hearts. idea.

However, during the fight, the two of them were still rational, and kept in mind what the Son of God had said before, and did not greet important parts.

At this moment, Han Cheng called to stop, but he also stopped in time.

But in the end I feel a little regretful.

Senior Brother has more regrets than Shang.

Because in this fight that just ended, the big brother had more moves than Shang.

In the fight just now, senior brother's defensive character was undoubtedly revealed. Although he was looking for opportunities to stab Shang when he was defending, he was still stabbed in the face of a person like Shang who only focused on attacking. The number of times is still much more than Shang.

This point can be seen only by looking at the many white marks on the black thin shirt outside the rattan armor of the elder brother.

Standing there, Shang looked at the many marks on the elder brother's body, and then looked down at himself. After realizing that the white marks on his body were much less than those on the elder brother's body, he immediately felt much more comfortable.

Rubbing his painful body stabbed by the headless wooden spear, Shang felt that it was all worth it.

Han Cheng, who was acting as the referee, walked to the field, and the crowd looked at the field eagerly.

When Han Cheng walked between the two of them and held the hands of the two of them, one left and one right, most of the onlookers looked at Shang eagerly.

Because they all saw the fight very clearly, Shang stabbed the elder brother more times.

Especially now, looking at the number of white marks with a big gap between the two, the result of this fight can be easily distinguished.

Han Cheng glanced at the people around him, and after seeing everyone's reaction, he raised his right hand holding the elder brother's arm.