Peking Opera Cat Heart Feather

The next morning, while it was still early, Wu Song was already up. Full of energy, he walked to the wide, flat open space in front of the gate and began his daily basic training. His movements were nimble, his punches and kicks powerful, each one imbued with immense power and momentum.

"Okay, the last time Wu Song saw this stick of yours was in Lu Zong." Just after Wu Song finished practicing a set, Bai Tang's voice sounded behind Wu Song.

"Last time" Wu Song was very puzzled. Didn't he always hold the stick in his hand?

"Yes, last time you were in the furnace of Lu Zong, I rescued you and you wanted to attack me. I destroyed the furnace and then you woke up." Bai Tang was brushing his teeth while talking to Wu Song.

"I don't remember it at all. I just feel that my Yun power is very active in this hot environment of Bu Zong. It seems that Da Zong's Yun is indeed closely related to fire." Wu Song didn't think much when he heard Bai Tang say this. He was thinking back to when he came to Bu Zong and his Yun power was very active.

Just as Bai Tang was about to say a few more words, a cloud of dust suddenly rose in the distance, like a yellow storm sweeping towards them. As the distance gradually closed, he could clearly see more than a dozen teams galloping at full speed. These teams were organized and orderly, each with a tall flagpole erected in front of them. Large flags fluttered in the wind, bearing the words "丑," "陰," "卯," "辰," "蛇," "午," "未," "申," "荷," and "戌" in bold, large characters. The flags fluttered, as if announcing their arrival.

"Wan Zi! Go and wake up everyone!" Wu Song stared at the team that was surging like a tide with his sharp eyes, holding the whistle stick tightly in his hand and holding it across his broad and strong chest. He turned around and shouted anxiously to Bai Tang beside him.

However, Bai Tang put on an extremely reluctant look, with disgust on his fair and tender little face, and he muttered: "Wan Zi? Wan Zi! How long are you going to keep calling me? If you want to go, go by yourself. I am not your servant!" While speaking, his bright big eyes never moved away from the team that was rushing towards them.

Seeing this scene, Wu Song couldn't help but feel a nameless anger in his heart. He suddenly raised his voice and roared, "Go quickly!" This roar was like thunder out of the blue, shaking the surrounding leaves rustling.

Bai Tang was frightened by the sudden roar, but then he made a face at Wu Song, turned around and ran towards the crowd.

At that moment, a nimble figure darted towards him like an arrow from a bow. His body was crimson, as if ablaze with flames. A white towel fluttered in the wind above his head, and his ears, at first glance, resembled sharp horns. In the blink of an eye, he leaped high, swinging his iron fist, the size of a clay pot, with a fierce gust of wind, and smashed down on Wu Song with the force of a mountain crushing an egg.

Seeing this, Wu Song didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly raised his whistle stick to block with all his might. With a dull "bang," his fist and stick collided, sending out a string of dazzling sparks. However, to Wu Song's surprise, as the opponent's fist and whistle stick collided, he instantly realized that this seemingly powerful punch was actually just a bluff. As the blow was about to land, the opponent had quietly withdrawn his strength, clearly just a test.

"Little Black Hat, Little Black Hat, haha, hello! Hello!" Wu Song heard the voice and looked up to find a cute kitten standing on his shoulder that looked quite similar to him. At this moment, the kitten was waving its paws happily, greeting Wu Song with great joy.

Wu Song regained his composure and finally had time to turn and look at the teams behind him. He was startled to see that they were all standing in formation, their eyes fixed on the competition between them. Even Hou Da and Hou Er, who had met briefly at the inn before, were among them.

"At such a young age, you have already mastered the method of using rhythm to change your body shape. That braided man has been missing for a long time. It seems that he has gone out to look for help." The larger cat looked up and down at Wu Song, his eyes full of admiration.

"Come on! Come on!" At the same time, the kitten on its shoulder also clapped its hands excitedly, as if it was looking forward to the competition.

Seeing this, Wu Song couldn't help but feel curious and asked, "Could it be that... you are all Peking Opera cats from Bu Zong?"

"This is the ugly Peking Opera cat Niu Yitong, and this is my baby Qianle!" said the cat who had just competed with Wu Song with a grin, and patted a small and cute cat standing on his shoulder.

At this time, the big cats leading the team behind also began to introduce themselves.

A slender and elegant white cat stepped forward and said softly, "Xiao Si Niang from the Si tribe." Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a nightingale singing.

Then, a tall, stern-looking black cat said in a deep voice, "Chen Mo of the Chen Clan."

Then, a big cat as big as a yellow dog shouted loudly: "Xu clan mastiff bone!" The sound was like a loud bell, deafening.

Then, a muscular and majestic tiger came out with his head held high and chest puffed out, and said in a loud voice: "Tiger Dalang of the Yin Clan!" But his voice was a little cute.

Then, a cat-like creature with snow-white fur and a lithe figure resembling a rabbit came forward and said in a delicate voice, "Mao Star of the Mao Clan."

Then, a cat dressed in colorful clothes, resembling a gorgeous rooster, said crisply, "Child Ling of the You Clan."

Next, a cat that clearly looked like a wealthy young man spoke up: "Sima Fu of the Wu Clan."

Then, the eldest and second Hou, whom I had met in the inn, came with a cat I had never seen before and said with a smile, "Xia Hou of the Shen clan."

Finally, a sturdy cat with horns on its head walked forward slowly and said slowly: "Wei tribe, the ram Wei."

Wu Song looked at the suddenly appearing, unusually ancestral cats. Although he didn't sense any obvious hostility, he nonetheless displayed his celestial energy out of caution. However, he never expected that when Niu Yitong saw Wu Song's fiery celestial energy, he became as frantic as a bull seeing red cloth, instantly becoming furious.

"You little cat, get rid of this red rhythmic energy! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Niu Yitong glared at Wu Song with wide eyes, growling. Qianle, perched on his shoulder, bared his teeth, ready to pounce at any moment. It seemed that this Ugly Clan cat, like the bull, had a natural aversion to the color red.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! Clan leaders, please don't act rashly. This is all just a misunderstanding!" Just as the situation became tense, a figure hurriedly rushed out of the crowd. It was none other than Braid Ri. Panting heavily, he frantically positioned himself between the two men, attempting to prevent the impending conflict.

"The order of the Bu Games has long been spread throughout the entire Bu Sect. All members of our Bu Sect are not allowed to use force at will once they receive the order. But your challenging tribe is so good that it actually ignored the ban and took the lead in breaking the rules and provoking trouble!" At this time, the Wei tribe leader Gong Yangwei spoke with an angry face, but he did not mention the fact that it was actually the Chou tribe leader Niu Yitong who used force first.

Hearing the words "Football Games," the Xingluo Squad members standing nearby couldn't help but look surprised. They clearly knew very little about this so-called Football Games, and their hearts were filled with curiosity and confusion.