"Senior brother, thank you for your hard work today. However, this time we still have to get the qualification of Atai and also hone our skills!"

"Yeah, yeah! Whatever you say is what!"

After the selection, Duojiao personally took Wuya into the palace and ordered the palace maids to take out the pastries and meat that had been prepared. Suddenly, a table of delicious food was presented to Wuya.

Wuya, who had been hungry for a long time, couldn't calm down at once, so he started eating it in a hurry.

“Eating is really ugly!”

Xiyun, who always leaned against the pillar, had three black lines on his forehead, and was extremely helpless. After getting along with this boy for so long, she realized that the boy was clear-minded and kind-hearted and simple inside. He was not as savage as he looked. There were many things that he didn't understand, but no one taught him. If someone was patiently guided, he would understand it at all.

Duojiao personally poured Wuya a glass of wine. Wuya drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Senior brother, I don't worry about you tomorrow's first game of the twelve people, but I can't let go of this second game. It's because I'm a little busy for a while and haven't told you about Tongmuli."

"Tongmuli?" Wuya suddenly thought of the person he saw during today's competition.

The man looked a little old, but he was very energetic. He was wearing a snow-white sheepskin cloak and his thin braids were tied with red, blue pearls and jade stones. He looked quite stylish and his identity should be noble.

But what is even more surprising is that this man is exactly the same as himself, without weapons, and he can defeat the enemy with one move.

After Wuya described it to Duojiao, Duojiao nodded and said, "That's this person."

It turns out that Tongmuli is the young leader of one of the tribes of the Dian Kingdom. This tribe is very wealthy, so it can collect more secrets and medicinal materials to cultivate this person. In the past ten years, Atae, who once won Atae at the age of nineteen, was won by Atae for two consecutive terms.

If you are under thirty this year, you can naturally continue to participate in this selection. If you have three consecutive sessions, this person will even be granted the title and have the privilege of opening a new tribe.

As such, Tongmuli is the one who bets the most and is the most popular in the gambling house.

...

"Tong Muji has met His Highness the Prince."

In Shaoli's bedroom, a young man wearing a white sheepskin cloak and a small braided braided with jade bowed to Shaoli.

"Tongmuli, don't be fine!" Shaoli stood up and laughed, pulled him and sat at his table.

Tong Muli was uncomfortable because of the prince's enthusiasm. Due to the huge disparity in status and it was difficult to refuse, he could only let it go.

It turned out that ten years ago, Shaoli was not satisfied with his sixth year. At that time, the Dian Kingdom was just holding the Atai selection.

The young Shaoli was pulled onto the stage by the King of Dian to watch, and witnessed the Tongmuli all the way through the journey and finally won the Atai. At that time, he admired him very much.

"So that's it, I'm flattered." Tong Muqi quickly clasped his fists and thanked him.

Shaoli narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Ten years ago, Shaoli was just an ignorant boy at that time, and now Shaoli understands better that he is a prince, and his perspective of the Atai he once admired in front of him has naturally changed.

After a greeting, Shaoli got to the point directly.

"Tong Muli, I admire Atae, now I need your help."

"Your Highness, please don't be polite. If you have anything to do, it is my lucky to be trusted and helped by your Highness."

"Then I'll just say it. With your strength, it's certain to enter the top three, but tomorrow you will meet a strong opponent."

"Who is it?"

"That's my sister's senior brother, called Wuya."

"That red-haired boy?"

Tong Muli had a serious brow, and this person took action decisive and steady. He was shortlisted with his bare hands, so he left a deep impression on Tong Muli. Even Tong Muli was secretly comparing. If he had met Wuya back then, he would probably not be able to win.

"Yes, it's him. You can't beat him at all." Shaoli said to the point.

"Your Highness, what do you mean..."

"With my help, you can win Wuya, but I-must be Atai this time!"

Tong Muli stood up. He was not a fool. He suddenly understood what Prince Shaoli meant. He undoubtedly asked him to do a show and finally promoted himself.

But as Atai and as a warrior, he will never allow him to do that.

"Sorry, Prince, I once swore to my ancestors buried in the mountains that I will face every battle head-on, take every opponent seriously, and never make any secrets. I want to become Atai, the upright Atai. If I violate this oath, the ancestors will pull my head off, refuse me to enter the ancestral land of the mountains, and become a lonely ghost."

Tongmuli stood up, his body straight like a gun.

Then, Shaoli clapped his hands and smiled.

"Is this the Atai I admire? But..." Shaoli narrowed his eyes and looked at Tongmuli and said, "Tongmuli, I remember that your mountain tribes have always had a wish. I remember that when Atai was selected, my father once said something, that is, no matter who can be re-elected as Atai three times, he will help fulfill a wish."

Tong Muli's expression narrowed and he looked down at the ground: "Not bad."

He raised his head and looked into the distance outside the palace, where his tribe and his hometown seemed to be there. A hundred years ago, the tribe made a big mistake and was forced to stay away from the hometown where he relied on for survival. He moved to the barbaric hills, where good fortune and misfortune depended on misfortune. Unexpectedly, the new place actually produced a lot of gems.

However, the greatest wish of their mountain tribe is to move back.

For this reason, Tongmuli had to win this time.

"But you will definitely not be able to beat my sister's senior brother Wuya, what should I do?" Shaoli walked to Tongmuli and asked faintly, standing side by side with him, looking at the distant sky, and then spoke softly, his voice full of beauty: "Look, your ancestors' heroic spirits are wandering in the mountains, while your ancestral land is lost in the grassland river. Because of your failure, your mountain tribes are destined to be unable to return to the grassland river embrace the mountains."

"Our ancestors said that beautiful butterflies, beautiful flowers, delicate beauty, these three are family with bright snakes." Tongmuli was unmoved.

This is an ancient proverb from the mountain tribe, meaning that the brighter and more beautiful it is, the more bewitching it is. It is like a poisonous snake, the more poisonous it is, the more beautiful it is.

The implication is that the prince is bewitching himself.

Prince Shaoli laughed: "You don't have to believe you. I know you, good at defensive consumption. You won this way when Atai selected you last time. My sister is unparalleled and has a thorough understanding of people. Moreover, Wuya has just been promoted to the level of a first-class master, and as far as I know, it has not been long since you were promoted to the second-class. Alas, your wish is about to fail on you, and I feel worthless for you."

"Your Highness, please stop talking, I will definitely do my best..." Tong Muji said anxiously. But at this moment, his heart was a little shaken.

Shaoli smiled bitterly and shook his head. He could win the game with all his strength? That's nonsense. Atai's trials, which one does not go all out and educates the other party with his huge fists?

He took out a pill, put it in the palm of his hand, and handed it to Tong Muli.

"Longmai Dan." Shaoli Dao.

"What the Han people?" Tong Muli said in surprise.

"Please take the battle before the competition, the flesh and blood of the whole body will be as hard as gold and iron in the next hour, and the combat power will be increased by at least five times. Let's make a deal. If you defeat Wuya and lose to me again, I will fulfill your wish in the name of the prince. In the future, your mountain tribe will still be the noble tribe of the Dian Kingdom. How about it?"

Looking at Shaoli, Tong Muli finally took the pill from Shaoli.
Chapter completed!