The atmosphere around suddenly became strange. The adult indigenous people led by Zakura looked at Wuqi with a squinted look, and they all remained silent. It was obvious that none of them took Wuqi's words seriously.

The children led by Bala were all surrounded by Wuqi, dancing and cheering around him and Bala. It seemed that Wuqi had saved the entire tribe and was celebrating him.

Zakura finally couldn't stand it and couldn't help but say, "Little brother, your joke is not funny at all."

"I'm not kidding." Wuqi replied seriously: "I'm serious."

"But you..." Zakura looked carefully at Wuqi's appearance at this moment, saw the boy in front of him from his head, grabbed one of his arms in his hand and squeezed it. He shook his head in disappointment and said, "Your arm doesn't even have muscles, you are overestimating your ability.

This kind of strength, let alone help us, you can't beat even the worst warrior in our clan, let alone...ah..."

Zakura's expression of disappointment was beyond words. Wuqi did not intend to continue to explain, and shouted loudly at the strange-shaped wooden house behind him: "I want to challenge you now! If anyone can beat me, I will teach him the tricks he had just made!"

This sentence is actually not very large, and the reward is not generous. But just now, all of these natives witnessed Wuqi's appearance from being burned black and weak and breathless, he instantly turned into a healthy and lively boy. This contrast is too visually impactful. Even if it is just a trick, it is extremely practical in actual combat.

It can completely confuse the enemy, so the younger generations of indigenous people who have returned to their respective positions and ran back happily, and the older people have also left one by one. Although they cannot participate in the war, they are very excited to watch the fun.

"I want to challenge you! Brother Wuqi!" A little boy, who was only six or seven years old, grabbed Wuqi's trouser legs and said in a silence.

A narrow and long slit suddenly appeared in Wuqi's mouth. His right hand shook slightly, the white light of the space bracelet lit up, and a handful of fruit candy suddenly appeared in his left palm.

"Not yet. I want to challenge me. Come and come when you grow up! Come on, take it, this is the gift my brother gave you." Wuqi squatted slightly, stuffing the fruit candy into the hand of the dark-skinned little boy in front of him, and touching his little head and smiling.

The little boy's face immediately showed a blank look, but when he looked down at the candy in his hand, he immediately smiled brightly, "Thank you, brother! Your little stones are so beautiful!"

Wuqi smiled hoarsely, and he hurriedly explained: "This is not a stone, it is candy."

"What is candy?" As soon as the little boy said, the people around him, including Zakula, stretched their necks one by one, looked at the candies of different colors, and had the same questions as the little boy.

"You eat!" Wuqi said, pointing to one of the green fruit candies. The little boy nodded heavily and threw the candy into his mouth. All the tribesmen around him widened their eyes and looked at the little boy's expression.

After the little boy swallowed the candy, there was no joy on his face. Instead, he looked at Wuqi with a depressed look on his face. His little nose frowned and said angrily: "Brother! This is obviously a stone, and it doesn't taste anything!"

Wuqi's current appearance can no longer be described as joy. He no longer planned to explain anything. He hurriedly followed the little boy's words and said, "You haven't peeled off the wrapping paper. There is a layer of transparent stuff outside this green candy that cannot be eaten. Peel and throw it away."

When the little boy heard this, he looked at the remaining candies in his hand. Then he found that each candy on it was indeed covered with a layer of transparent stuff. So he immediately spit out the green candies in his mouth and saw that it was true.

"Yes. It's the transparent layer on the outside, called wrapping paper. After peeling it off, try it out and see what it tastes inside!"

The little boy nodded heavily, slowly unpacked the wrapping paper, and stuffed the candy into his mouth again. This time, all the people onlookers saw that the little boy's originally suspicious face suddenly showed a strong look of joy. He actually laughed happily and said gratefully to Wuqi: "Brother! It's so sweet! It's so delicious!"

Seeing the little boy laughing, it was fine, the onlookers immediately let out a long breath. They were all worried about whether the candy was a poison. After five minutes of the little boy finished eating the candy, the other tribes watching saw that he had another one, and a few of them couldn't help but ask for it.

The little boy was not stingy and generously divided all the remaining candies in his hands. The tribesmen, regardless of men, women, old and young, all had extremely happy expressions on their faces.

Zakula did not eat candy, nor was he infected by the atmosphere around him. Instead, he glanced at everyone with a serious look on his face and said aloud: "Why do you forget even the big things! Don't just eat!"

As soon as this was said, all the tribesmen immediately recovered from their awakeness. A young man with dark skin and wide shoulders immediately walked out of the crowd, reached out and pointed at Wuqi, shouting: "I'll challenge you!"

"Okay!" Wuqi's expression returned to calm at the same time. He stood there motionless, waiting for the opponent to attack, but the young man opposite did not move, but said again: "But, I have a condition."

“What conditions?”

"I will beat you later, and I don't want to learn any tricks from you. I want your candy, I want a lot of candy, so much." As he said that, he gestured with his hands, then shook his head and said, "No. I want so much, no no, no, no, not enough, I want..."

"Don't gamble. As long as you can beat me, I'll give you a package of candies." Wuqi interrupted the other party and said, his right hand swayed slightly, and the space bracelet flashed, a large package with a diameter of more than two meters appeared in front of him.

As soon as Wuqi slowly untied the rope on the package, hundreds of fruit candies suddenly flowed out of it, and so many candies flowed out were less than one-tenth of the entire package.

"Okay! I want this!" The young man's eyes suddenly showed excitement. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards Wuqi. The other tribesmen who were watching dispersed under the instructions of Zakula, and the space for the two to fight expanded to about three or four meters in a blink of an eye.

The young man punched, and Wuqi's figure suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes. The next moment, he suddenly felt that his back was gently patted, and a familiar voice came from his ear, which was the voice of his opponent, "It's too slow. You have lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuqi immediately cut his palm into a knife shape, and slashed the back of the young man's neck. The knife fell, and a muffled groan sounded. Wuqi did not intend to stop, but said softly: "Who is the one below?"

"I'll do it!" A light shout in dissatisfaction sounded. As soon as a very tough young man with a bearded body walked out of the crowd, he rushed to Wuqi's back and punched Wuqi in the back.

But as soon as he punched, he felt his arm sinking, and then he saw Wuqi's feet stepping on his arm in an incredible look. Without any reaction, he was swept by the other party's legs and fainted.

"Is there anyone else?" A somewhat arrogant voice slowly came from the mouth of a boy who slowly fell. Two strong tribe members rushed out of the crowd. They rushed to the left and right of the boy, sweeping the spear in their hands towards the center. Wuqi, located in the center, was immediately hit by an impartial attack, but unfortunately it was just a afterimage.

"Ah?" The two young men exclaimed a sense of surprise at the same time. Then, they suddenly felt that their back shoulders were gently patted, and they turned around suddenly, and their bodies jumped forward in an instant.

When his body was still in the air, the spear was like a spirit snake moving. It suddenly stabbed behind him, and used a beautiful return gun, hitting Wuqi behind them. Unfortunately, it was still just a afterimage. The two young men suddenly felt a chill in their hearts and looked around quickly, but only saw a surprised expression on the faces of the onlookers, and they could not see the figure of the young man at all.

"On it!" A voice suddenly came from mid-air, and the two young men suddenly raised their heads instinctively, and finally saw Wuqi's appearance. But in a moment, both of them were punched by Wuqi at the same time, and they all fell to the ground and hugged their heads and screamed.

Wuqi glanced at the faces of the onlookers, spoke again, and said calmly: "Is there anyone else coming?" The onlookers took a step back one after another. Zakura gritted her teeth and rushed up with a spear. He didn't believe that Wuqi was really so powerful. He must have been such a trick to win so easily just now.

My grandfather used to be a very powerful cultivator. Although I haven't learned much from him, I'm still more than enough to deal with you.

Zakura's mouth slowly showed a smile. Although Wuqi's moves of dodging and attacking just now were fast, he could see clearly. He even looked at the opponent's waist, squat, and jumping carefully. This kind of skill is almost at the limit for ordinary people, but it is not scary for him.

But he didn't like the arrogance that Wuqi took his tribe members seriously. In order to win back the face of everyone in his tribe, he used all his strength this time, but he did not point directly to the other party's vital points. He just planned to hurt the other party and teach this young man who was overestimating his abilities a lesson.

However, when his spear penetrated Wuqi's body, he was not happy at all, because he was surprised to find that his sting was ten times faster than the previous tribe members, and he actually stabbed the afterimage of the boy. The real Wuqi disappeared. Just now, he didn't see how the other party dodged.

"You lost! Do you want to compete again?" Wuqi gently patted Zakula's back shoulder. Zakula's body trembled and slowly turned around. His face suddenly turned pale. A feeling of powerlessness immediately spread in his heart. He quickly shook his head in frustration.

But then, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Zakura's mouth. As time passed, his smile became stronger and stronger. After a while, his expression became excited. He grabbed Wuqi's hand and said excitedly: "I believe you now! Brother Wuqi! Please help us!!!"
Chapter completed!