Chapter 131 Draw a piece of your land

In order to meet the warriors of the Atan clan who suddenly arrived, the old man accelerated his pace along the way. He didn't look like an old man and led everyone to the tribe. However, not many people gave respect to the old man this time, because many people went to see the fun. No matter in which era, as long as it is a peaceful era, people will like to watch the fun. They all do it with the mentality of having nothing to do and finding something to adjust.

Since there were people watching the bustle, the old man and others could easily find the team of the Atan people. Because the Atan were the first to come to participate in the Martial Arts Festival, it attracted the attention of many Ba people. Around the house near the patriarch Baal, surrounded by three floors outside the crowd, all elongated their necks and tiptoed, as if people in this world saw giant pandas. Everyone is happy to watch it and doesn't know what to see. Anyway, they just hold the mentality of joining the fun.

The arrival of the old man quickly attracted the attention of the onlookers. Although it is lively and beautiful, the old man is a brave man and has too many honors. These honors can only be looked up by ordinary Ba people. Therefore, the onlookers quickly made way for the old man. It can be imagined that the reason why the old man's prestige in the Ba people promised to only tell the old man the plan is also taking this factor into account. As long as the old man is willing, there should be no doubt about the patriarch Baal. After all, the Atan is always a threat.

When the promised people went in to have a look, they couldn't help but be surprised. This time, there were indeed a lot of people from the Atan people, and not many Dan. What surprised them most was that there were not many people who came here to practice martial arts at all. That is to say, many of them are ordinary Atans, and the number of warriors is very small, which has to surprise them.

What surprises them most is that these ordinary Atan people also have a lot of things around them, including tents, wooden sticks for tents, and even pots and pans, and each of them carries a burden. What the hell is going on? Didn't the Atan come to demonstrate? Didn't they come to teach the Ba people a lesson? How could they send these people here? These people can't even win the competition, let alone demonstrations, which may also be the reason why the Ba people are watching.

However, although most of them are ordinary people of the Atan, they are arrogant and have nostrils. It seems that they are not divided into a class of people. Everything is just guessing, and what you see is just the appearance. The old man and the promise didn't talk much nonsense. They went straight into the patriarch's house. As long as they went in, all the questions would be solved.

When the old man walked into the hall for the guests of the patriarch, the first thing they saw was the very unhappy face of Ba Li sitting in the main seat. Contrary to the patriarch Baal, it is the Atan people sitting at the head. Judging from the dress and temperament of those people, they have a certain ability and status. It seems that they are the protagonists this time. However, these people, in the eyes of arrogant promises, are not opponents, or they can't be interested in promises.

As soon as the old man came in, he let Ba Li see it, and the patriarch of Ba Li looked at the old man as if he had seen a savior and hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Ai, brave, the pride of our Ba people, you are here." Ba Li quickly took the old man to a chair next to his master seat and let him sit down. In front of the 'enemy', Baal's practice has his own reason, which is to show the brave of the Ba people and the respect of the Ba people for the brave. Bali believes that only this old brave man can deter the Atan people present.

"What's going on? Didn't the Atan people come to participate in the Martial Arts Festival? Why is it like a relocation? Isn't the Atan tribe not suitable to live in?" The old man asked the patriarch Ba Li faintly, and the derogatory meaning in his words was obvious. Among the Ba people present, only the old man was the most suitable to say this.

"This is the respected old brave. Your honor, your bravery is an example for our Atan people to learn from, and your glory shines on the whole northern barbarian tribes." Without waiting for the head of the Baal clan to answer, the spokesman of the Atan clan spoke first. He didn't seem to hear the irony in the old man's words, but praised him, but there was no meaning in his words. That's a very blind worship, which is a yearning for the brave. It seems that this Atan tribe is really a brave and fierce tribe.

"Who are you?" The old man said arrogantly that although he has lost all his martial arts skills now, he has the confidence to speak like this because of his high prestige.

"Brave, please allow me to introduce myself," the spokesman of the Atan people paused for a moment and then said solemnly, "I am the leader of the Atan people's leading team to participate in the martial arts festival this time, and I am also the assistant of our respected patriarch. My name is Telair. Since our patriarch did not come this time, this time I'm in charge of everything."

"Tler, I haven't heard of it." The old man said very honestly.

"Of course you haven't heard of it. When you were in the Atan competition four years ago, I was just an insignificant person watching and admiring you." Tlaire said modestly.

But you can also know some information from his words that this Tlaire is a new rising star. Especially this time, it was not by the patriarch of the Atan tribe, but by the young-looking Telair to lead the team. It can be imagined that this Telair is not simple. It is because he can win the trust of the patriarch in just four years, and this Tlaire doesn't look like a person with martial arts skills. He should be a person who is good at calculating.

"What you just said, are you the leading team, not the Warriors?" The old man asked.

"Of course, how can our warriors be so unbearable? We just came to play the outpost and prepare everything for our warriors so that they can have a better meeting." Teller always speaks gently. For the belligerent and brave Atan, it must be terrible for such a person to achieve such a high status, at least more terrible than those martial artists who seem to be powerful on the surface.

"Leading team, what's going on?" The old man asked strangely.

"Because there are really many people coming this time, we can only divide it into two parts. Now most of us come just to take care of the ordinary people of those warriors." Tler said unabashedly.

"This idea should have come up with you, right?" This is the old man's concern.

"It's really a brave man. He can't help but surpass people's martial arts skills, and even his wisdom is superior. This can simply be the patriarch of a tribe." Trier said intentionally or unintentionally. In front of the patriarch Baal, what he said was a little provocative.

"A capable young man like you doesn't have to be a patriarch?" The old man retorted.

"Ha ha, the old man is really good at joking. Indeed, not everyone can be the patriarch." Treal admitted the old man's words.

"Why did you bring logistics personnel this time? Are you not satisfied with the hospitality of our Ba people?" This is an issue that the old man is concerned about, and it can also explore the movements of the Atan people.

"It's not like this. Don't get me wrong. It's just that the living habits of our Atan people are a little different from those of the Ba people, so we bring the logistics team." Tler explained politely.

"What's wrong with the tent you brought?" The old man continued to ask.

"Oh, this, we just want you to choose another place to live for us so that our warriors can rest. After all, we don't want to reveal the strength of our warriors before the game." Trier continued to explain.

Tler said it implicitly and in an orderly way, but in the old man's opinion, it's not that simple. Maybe this is the beginning of the real trouble.

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