Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

Chi You, from the Jiuli tribe, who had just returned from Xuanyuan Hill, was in a state of extreme excitement.

He paced back and forth in the tent, wearing loafers, occasionally kicking the air with a lingering smile on his face.

"Awesome, so awesome!"

"Uncle Xingtian, did you see that?"

"This is what a real fight between men looks like! Every punch lands with a visceral impact, every kick pierces the heart!"

"That Xuanyuan may have a pretty face, but he's really energetic when he shakes his legs!"

"We're even. It's fate!"

Xing Tian, ​​standing to the side, covered his face and squatted in the corner, completely devastated.

He looked at his own family's reincarnation as a fierce and mighty great shaman.

Now all my words are superfluous, I don't care who it is, my heart is filled with despair.

"We're doomed..."

"We're completely finished..."

"Our reincarnated great shaman... has been completely misled by that damned, abstract Dao!"

"I'm completely hooked, I can't get out!"

Just as Xing Tian began to suspect Wu Sheng, Chi You suddenly stopped and looked at him with a fanatical gaze.

"Uncle Xingtian, I've made up my mind!"

"I can't rely on myself alone. Xuanyuan has mobilized a bunch of people, so I need to mobilize more!"

"We must seek the help of some ancestral witches!"

"Let's have a showdown with Xuanyuan at Zhuolu and settle the score!"

When Xing Tian heard that the Ancestral Witches still needed to be involved, he hesitated.

"This...isn't that inappropriate?"

"What if we displease the immortal Zhao Gongming? Wouldn't that be a real problem?"

"After all, he wanted peace between the two races..."

Chi You, however, looked serious and waved his hand.

"Oh dear, Uncle, you're overthinking it!"

"Senior Zhao would definitely support me, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to forge a magic weapon for me, and he wouldn't have wanted me to go and fight Xuanyuan!"

"Moreover, I've seen it. Xuanyuan's side is full of outside help, including the Chan Sect, Jie Sect, and Western Sect."

"I reckon... those two scruffy birds from the Demon Court will definitely be unable to resist making a move!"

"Wouldn't we be at a disadvantage if we didn't have anyone?"

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian thought about it and realized that it made sense.

When have the Wu tribe ever been afraid of anything?

"Okay, let's do it!"

Xing Tian didn't waste any time. He took Chi You and tore through space, heading straight for the ancestral land of the Wu tribe at Buzhou Mountain.

……

Mount Buzhou, Pangu Temple—just stepping into this hall that symbolizes the highest glory of the Wu tribe.

Chi You and Xing Tian froze in their tracks.

Inside the main hall, Dijiang was carrying a tattered stretcher and practicing the "Eighteen Styles of Faking a Collision" against a pillar, shouting as he did so.

"Ouch, the pillar hit someone! Pay up!"

In the corner, Zhu Jiuyin, with his hands loosely clenched as if holding a steering wheel, sang a heartfelt song to the air.

"A car with the license plate Lu A is registered in Jinan, while one with the license plate Lu B is registered in Qingdao!"

On the other side, Zhu Rong was wearing a flashy, tight-fitting bright blue suit.

He was practicing high knees like crazy on the golden Chelsea field, shouting as he kicked.

"A hero can suffer injustice, but you can't step on my Chelsea!!"

Gonggong, wearing elbow pads and a No. 24 jersey, practiced elbow strikes repeatedly in front of a mirror, muttering to himself.

"Man! What can I say? Mamba out!"

The entire Pangu Temple is like a large... mental rehabilitation center.

Chi You was completely dumbfounded by what he saw, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"Uncle Xing... Uncle Xingtian..."

"This...this is the legendary Ancestral Witch who shook the primordial world?"

Xing Tian covered his face and said painfully.

"...You'll get used to it."

"Ever since Zhao Gongming came, our Wu tribe's style has never been the same again."

Just then, Dijiang saw Chiyou.

"Oh my, isn't this Chi You's nephew?!"

Dijiang's eyes lit up, and he dropped the stretcher and rushed over, putting his arm around Chiyou's shoulder and asking enthusiastically.

"I heard you got into a fight with that kid Xuanyuan?"

"How was it? Was it fun? Did you use that flying kick?"

Chi You nodded blankly, "It's...it's alright..."

"It's alright, that's good enough!" Dijiang laughed.

"What do you want? Do you want to fight?"

Chi You regained his senses and said seriously.

"Yes, I plan to challenge Xuanyuan to a duel at Zhuolu, and I would like to request the assistance of all the Ancestral Witches!"

"good!"

Dijiang slapped his thigh, his eyes shining with excitement.

"I've been wanting to fight Brother Zhao's people for a long time!"

"Let's see whose magic weapon is more awesome, and whose is more abstract!"

"Men, stop practicing, we've got work to do, grab your weapons!"

Chi You: "???"

Are you here to help me win the Human Emperor title, or are you just going to play around?

……

Several days later, in the wilderness of Zhuolu, a fierce wind howled and a murderous aura filled the air.

The two armies faced off on the plain.

On the left is the Jiuli army led by Chi You, with Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong and other fully armed ancestral witches standing behind them.

On the right is the Youxiong army led by Xuanyuan, with an abstract legion of Guangchengzi, Xuandu, Duobao, Cihang, Lü Yue, Lu Ya, Dingguangxian, and others standing behind him.

Xuan Du looked at the group of strangely shaped ancestral witches opposite him, his brows furrowed slightly, and asked in confusion.

"Can this lineup really win?"

"Why do I feel like the other side is even crazier than us?"

Zhao Gongming had set up a shed nearby at some point, and arranged tables, chairs, benches, melon seeds, and tea.

Holding the top-quality image-recording stone in his hand, he said with a smile.

"Don't ask, the answer is 50/50."

"I'm just here to watch the fun."

"Moreover... I feel that Di Jun and Uncle Donghuang will definitely have to participate as well. This is a big event, and they can't bear to be absent."

In the center of the battlefield, Chi You and Xuanyuan each took a step forward.

Both sides then began their routine exchange of harsh words.

However, the style of these two has clearly been skewed to a completely different level.

Chi You, wearing loafers, tilted his head, pointed at Xuanyuan, and shouted arrogantly.

"Xuanyuan, I'm sure I won't get any better fruit juice than you in Zhuolu today!"

"You better watch out!"

Xuanyuan was not to be outdone. Holding the tiger tally in his hand, he retorted while shaking his leg.

"Hehe, don't try to fool me!"

"Just watch whether I do it or not, that'll be the end of it!"

Chi You roared in fury: "You're like lighting a lamp in a toilet—you're asking for death!"

Xuanyuan sneered: "I think you're just scratching my ass with a small knife—you've really opened your eyes!"

"Come on! Let's hurt each other!"

"Pfft—hahahaha!"

Zhao Gongming, who was in the distance, heard these classic proverbs and sayings.

I burst out laughing, and almost dropped the photo stone in my hand.

He kept taking pictures and bursting into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Great juice! This is amazing!"

"These are all cultured people; they speak eloquently and fluently!"

"This is just right! This is what the primordial world should be like!"

On the battlefield of Zhuolu, the two armies faced off, and as both sides uttered memorable lines and uttered harsh words, the atmosphere finally reached its climax.

"Since we can't reach an agreement, let's settle this with action!"

Grand Master Xuandu stepped forward first, even though he was a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

But he felt that as the senior disciple of the Emperor's teacher, he had to show off his skills to set the tone.

He put on orange gloves, faced Chi You, cupped his face in his hands, and made a cute face with a fierce air.

"Awesome magic (，，＞᎑＜，，)!!

"It smells amazing!★ It tastes even better now!★!!"*

hum!

A beam of golden light, a symbol of creation, struck Chi You.

And then... that was it.

[Please urge me to update! The author needs to go get an IV drip, I'm feeling terrible.]