Tulu is a shaman from the Zulu tribe. He is the most upright and has long looked down on Tian Xiaopang's style. Finally, he can't bear it anymore and launches a challenge.

With Tulu taking the lead, more than a dozen people immediately jumped out, and they all tried hard toward Tian Xiaopang. The translators were all busy and said all the time, and they all wrote a letter to Tian Xiaopang.

The fat man made the back of his head: What kind of thing did I do that is so angry that people are resentful?

Bao Da understood that it was not good to see it, so he hurried over to protect his car: "Little Pang, why don't you find a place to hide in the past few days. I'll see that these foreigners are very fierce-"

Where to hide? Besides, escaping is definitely not my style! Tian Xiaopang shook his head: It’s a mule or a horse to take a walk, I don’t believe in evil anymore. Can’t you guys be cured?

Conquering people with virtue and strength has always been the source of conflict between Chinese and Western concepts. Most foreigners believe in the laws of the jungle and pay attention to the prejudice of the weak, so they only respect the strong.

If you want to win the respect of these shamans, Tian Xiaopang must show some real skills. Otherwise, he will not only not be able to get the energy value, but will also make a laughing at the world and also damage the reputation of Heixiazitun.

So, Tian Xiaopang took a few steps forward and almost faced with Tulu. The other party was nearly two meters tall, with a large and round waist, making Tian Xiaopang look smaller and smaller.

"I will continue to compare whatever you want." Tian Xiaopang's aura was not weak at all.

Tulu and the dozen support teams behind him were ready to fight, fighting one by one, and they all had to get started first. As a result, their own people almost started fighting first.

Finally, Tian Xiaopang went up to pull up the frame, arranged them in numbers according to their size, and fought in turn.

Although they rolled up their arms and sleeves one by one, they certainly couldn't speak with their fists in the battle between the shamans. I saw Tulu open the big luggage bag he brought and put it on.

Soon, he wore a double-horned headdress on his head and a leopard-skinned "scarf" on his neck. The reason why he called a scarf is because the protective gear is relatively short and can only cover his neck and shoulders, and most of his chest and belly are exposed.

A skirt made of animal skin sticks around her waist, holding a stick in one hand and a hide shield in the other hand. The stick beats the shield with a pounding rhythm, which is full of rhythm, just like a drum beat.

The Tulu dance was majestic and heroic, which caused hundreds of viewers around to feel the heat boiling, and they had a strong desire to rush up to wave their old fists and fight quickly.

The Zulu tribe he lives in is a nation that advocates combat. Before each expedition, the tribe's wizards would lead the warriors to dance to inspire morale.

When Tulu finished his jump, his whole spirit changed. Now, even when facing a lion, he had the confidence to fight the lion with bare hands - of course, he said that he could not beat him.

"Godfather, come on, this person is so fierce!" Xiaonannan raised her voice and cheered her godfather. However, in front of Tulu's powerful voice, Tian Xiaopang seemed really vulnerable, like a lion against a weak chicken.

Tian Xiaopang was not anxious or impatient: playing this trick in front of me is like playing axe in front of Luban, playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and playing *** in front of human race.

So he slapped his arms a few times: "Children, take out my outfit, too!"

Soon, Xiaoya was holding a feather crown, Xiaonan was holding a bone necklace, Xiaoguang was holding a dragon drum, and Long Xiaomei was holding a string of hands and feet, and when she walked, the ringing sounded. Xiaopangdun Tonglin Pavilion had nothing to take, she took the sunglasses that the little monkey had just thrown away to Uncle Xiaopang.

Have you ever seen a wizard dancing with sunglasses? Tian Xiaopang wished he could kick Xiaopang back.

They all got armed, but as a result, they heard the audience laughing, looked down, and roared quickly: "Xiaobai, where is the tiger-skin skirt!"

He is pretty good outfit and wearing a trouser, which looks really inappropriate.

This time, Monkey Ga knew that the matter was important, so he ran over immediately and put on a tiger-skin skirt. The chimpanzee Amani also followed, but he was kicked by Tian Xiaopang: "Nothing is enough, you can join in the fun!"

Amani put his paws on his big mouth, then raised his arm and gave Tian Xiaopang a kiss, probably wishing him a victory.

You just started a battle dance, right? Then I will also dance a erotic dance - a battle dance!

Tian Xiaopang bang bang bang bang, ringing the drum in his hand, and the bracelets and legs also cooperated with the sound, and his whole body danced. It seemed that he was also preparing to have the warm-up dance to the opening.

When the drum sounds, everyone's heart is shocked. As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether there is anything or not when he reaches out his hand. The drum sound does not come from his ears, but goes straight into the heart, as if it sounds deep in your heart, completely awakening you.

Tulu just beat the war drum, which was enough to make people excited and their fighting spirit surging. It can be said that it influences people from the outside and inside. This is also the most common method of wizards.

This little fat man is different. His level is obviously higher, and it is affected from the inside out, causing people to be unknowingly.

This involves a passive and active issue. Passive acceptance is limited; active, and it cannot be limited in quantity. Of course, both parties will make a judgment immediately.

Tulu, who was still proud just now, couldn't help but shock his body, and a strong thought came to his heart: he wanted to dance with this fat man...

Hold on, you can't get the instigation! Tulu bit his tongue and forced himself to hold on. His big black face was so dark that it was so dark that it was so dark that it was purple.

Feeling the strands of energy gathered from the audience around him, Tian Xiaopang became even more vigorous, his drum beats were like a sudden rain, his figure was also wide open and closed, as strong as an eagle, as powerful as a tiger and a leopard. The audience had an illusion: he was not alone - not alone fighting, but the creatures who ruled all the sky and land could sweep everything!

At some point, Dahuang and Bai Jingjing also played instruments and joined in. The Opti School showed the ancient instrumental music of their sect in front of the whole world for the first time.

The audience finally couldn't control their desires and changed from viewers to participants. They all danced their limbs and jumped in their bodies.

At first, it was just tourists and ordinary shaman scholars. Later, more and more shaman wizards followed their original strong will and joined the grand dance.

Of course, the mind must be extremely tough when you become a shaman and rarely be affected by external objects. But today, at this moment, they cannot resist the temptation from the Optimist School.

After Tian Xiaopang received the drums and the music of Dahuang and Bai Jingjing also disappeared, the warm-up dance ended; but the audience was still intoxicated and danced non-stop.

Some shamans woke up first and stopped moving. They were shocked to find that hundreds of people were dancing wildly, and they were obviously part of them just now.

When everyone stopped, they felt sweaty. Not only did they not feel a trace of fatigue, but they were energetic and physically energetic, and they all reached their peak.

The most shocking thing was the medical staff and their families who cared for patients with Alzheimer's disease. They were surprised to find that just now, the sick elderly people also danced with them, and they were dancing quite happily.

Even the people in the wheelchair were waving their upper limbs, and their faces were still full of sweat.

If you dance square dance every morning and evening, you will definitely not have to worry that they will be paralyzed in bed. Moreover, looking at their current state, their eyes are shiny and their spirits are very excited.

Try to communicate and ask a few simple questions, and some patients can answer them correctly, such as their name and age, etc.

Is it effective so soon? The medical staff were all surprised: if this continues, the patient will definitely recover!

At this time, the chimpanzee Amani turned his back legs and approached Tian Xiaopang. Her little paw kept greeting him, and she was so good at flattering: I'm convinced, I'm convinced. I usually don't even accept the strong Vajra, and I'll accept you today!

Go cool! Tian Xiaopang waved his hand and pulled the chimpanzee aside: I really don’t know how that guy Ikika taught him.

Then, he turned to Tulu: "We've finished warming up, let's start the competition below. It's a guest from afar. What do you want to compete? I'll accompany you?"

Tulu was a little embarrassed because he couldn't help but danced with him just now, which made him look a little more aggressive.

However, if Zhanwu is good, it may not be that witchcraft is high. Tulu stabilizes his mind and rebuilds his confidence. He saw that he took out some bottles and jars from the package, most of which are made of earthenware, and it looks like they are a little old.

He skillfully took out some liquid from the jar and blended it together. The color of the liquid is colorful, and some of it emits a strong smell. It is not a good thing at first glance. It is probably the venom of the lizard blood cobra.

"Isn't this guy a bartender, you're skilled enough?" Ivanov was of course standing on Tian Xiaopang's side, so he couldn't help but sarcastic. Because Tulu poured the liquid into a jar, his wrist was shaking rapidly, shaking the liquid inside.

If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense. Tian Xiaopang gave him a blank look: “Even if you drink this cocktail, you can get drunk into mud!”

Ivanov shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything. Of course he knew that the drunkenness that the little fat man was talking about was definitely not drunken, but that this small cup of liquid could poison an elephant, which was really terrifying.

When Tulu finally finished his work, he asked someone to find two transparent glasses and pour the liquid from the jar into the cups, which looked like half a cup.

Oh, so beautiful! The audience couldn't help but exclaim.

I saw that there were more than a dozen layers of liquid in the glass cup, and each layer had different colors. There were clear boundaries between them, and they were all thin layers, colorful and particularly dazzling.

And those wizards who know how to do things secretly inhale: Hiss, what a domineering venom!

Or more than a dozen different kinds of venoms of different attributes will not offset each other, but will also promote each other, increasing toxicity, which is extremely difficult.

I am afraid that few people present dare to suffer this small half cup of liquid.

Just as everyone's horrified eyes were filled with a cup, put it beside their mouths, then raised their necks, and drank it all in one go amid the screams of people.

He smacked his lips and pointed at Tian Xiaopang, his meaning being self-evident: It's your turn!

Tian Xiaopang also swallowed with difficulty, then smacked his lips, humming a little tune and walked over to this side: "Give me a glass of love-forgetful water, and you will cry all your life-"
Chapter completed!