If someone asks the wind, what is the happiest thing in your life.

Without hesitation, the Wind would reply that it was when he starved for seven or eight days in the Bone Wasteland and then saw a hundred prey.

So what is the saddest time for you.

The wind will probably burst into tears, trembling hands and said: "Even when I went to grab the prey, I found that I was also robbed as a prey." ”

When an earth-shattering tiger roar came from a position about 200 paces ahead, the wind and the Qingfeng people who were competing for prey were all startled, and they couldn't help but think in their hearts, there are also large predatory beasts in a broken place like the White Bone Wasteland? What do they usually eat? Is it possible that they can't find a vole after walking a thousand steps here?

There were doubts in his heart, but in the next second, Feng and the Qingfeng people he led knew what fear was.

But when I saw it, there was a guy with long hair tied up and a strange wooden spear in his hand coming across the tiger, and his mouth was roaring again and again.

With his movements, nearly a hundred people rushed over like a tide.

The first two, one holding two strange stone weapons in his hand, were taller than the fangs.

The other was a little shorter, however, in his hands, two weapons glittering in the sun.

Feng looked at the short man who was only a little familiar, and for a moment, he forgot to move, and did not react until these people rushed to less than fifty paces to him.

The hairy monkey next to him shouted when he saw the man on the tiger's back: "Ji thief !!"

Feng Wenyan was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at the hairy monkey: "Ji thief?"

The hairy monkey pointed to the man on the tiger's back: "That's it, it's him." ”

As he spoke, the terrified monkey fell to the ground and crawled backwards frantically.

On the contrary, it was the wind, but the corners of his mouth hung a cruel smile, and he tightened the stone spear in his hand: "It turns out that you are a thief!

As he spoke, Feng beckoned the people who were all in shock, and shouted, "What will happen to the enemies who dare to attack our Qingfeng tribe!"

All the clansmen shouted in unison: "Die!"

The wind laughed, and the stone spear pointed forward: "Kill me!"

The two sides immediately rushed towards each other.

On the back of the tiger, the thief's eyes were like shuttles, staring at the fleeing hairy monkey.

Feng rushed with a stone spear in his hand and shouted, "Ji thief, you give me death!"

The words fell, and the stone spear came in the wind.

Hearing that the evil wind in the air was not good, the thief felt a pang in his heart, knowing that the hairy monkey was not a good stubble, so he hurriedly grabbed his iron spear, relying on the height advantage, to stab the throat of the wind.

However, the thief underestimated the wind.

As one of the few fierce men under the cloth hand, Feng is not a strength player with well-developed limbs as he seems, on the contrary, his speed is not slow.

I saw that Feng Yi staggered, avoided the iron spear of the thief, grabbed it with one hand, and with the other hand, danced the stone spear and smashed it into the back of the thief's head.

Seriously, the thief, who was seriously inexperienced in combat, didn't know how to deal with it at all, he could only lean over on the back of the tiger, but by doing so, he was suppressed, and he had no chance to fight back.

As a veteran of martial arts, Feng saw his advantages at a glance, and he took the lead, attacking with a stone spear.

The thief was suppressed, and he looked at the wind in surprise as he shielded him.

Originally, I thought that the wind was probably the combat power of Ah Ju's level, but I didn't expect that this fight was inseparable from the hunt.

"Damn, Lao Tzu doesn't send cats, you treat me as critically ill, right?" Ji Thief was suppressed a little miserably, and couldn't help scolding.

The blade-toothed tiger under his crotch also sensed the thief's emotions, and jumped out of the way with all his might, dodging the attack range of the wind, and then adjusted his body and prepared to fight again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the thief got a breathing space, shook his arm that was sore from the hard stone spear, and hooked his hand in the wind: "Come on, come on, let's come again." ”

Feng Xiang glanced at both sides, and saw that his clansmen had stabilized the panic, although the casualties were a little big, but they were not in the way, so he put his mind at ease and snorted: "If you want to find death, then I will help you!"

The enemy in front of him rushed over, stood in front of the blade-toothed tiger, and said, "Patriarch, leave this guy to me!"

As he spoke, he raised his swords and looked at the wind: "Wind, do you remember me?"

Feng originally had a very disdainful expression, but when he saw Hunt, he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "It's you bastard!

Hunting laughed: "Die? damn it's you, when I was in the Qingfeng Mountains, I was very happy to hunt down and kill your Uncle Hunt, right?"

As he spoke, Hunt was about to step forward, but the thief stopped him and said, "Hunt, you stand down." ”

Hunting Wenyan, whose steps had already been sold, stopped, and turned his head to look at the thief suspiciously: "Patriarch, what's wrong?"

The thief pointed at the wind with an iron spear and said, "He is mine, you go and help others." ”

Hunter hesitated for a moment, not because the thief had robbed him of his credit, but because he was worried about whether the thief was the opponent of the wind.

Sure enough, after hearing Ji Thief's words, Feng laughed: "You, just by you, you are not my opponent!"

The thief didn't answer, and slammed the lower abdomen of the blade-toothed tiger.

The big cat felt the thief's intentions, and ran out with a snort, going straight to the wind.

Seeing this, Feng couldn't help but show a look of disdain, and said in his heart that he was looking for death.

It's just that something unexpected happened to the wind, and the thief who was attacking him suddenly beckoned, and a long howl came out of his mouth.

Immediately after, the wind felt a sharp tingling sensation in the back of his head.

He hurriedly turned his head, only to see a golden eagle swooping down in the air.

At this moment, the wind's eyes suddenly shrank: "What the hell !!?"

He hurriedly lowered his head, and the golden eagle swept over his head, its sharp claws grabbing two pieces of flesh at the back of the wind's head.

Feeling the burning pain in his scalp, Feng gritted his teeth and turned around, and before he could speak, the thief's iron spear pierced him.

The iron spear made a sound of breaking through the air, and the wind knew that he couldn't make a hard connection at all, so he rolled on the spot and rolled out of the range of the thief's attack.

However, the thief learned to be obedient this time, he learned the lesson of being suppressed by the wind just now, and kept urging the iron spear.

For a moment, the air was only a phantom image produced by the shaking of the iron spear, and the wind was suppressed so that there was no time to breathe.

If it's just the thief's iron spear suppression, it's fine, but the blade-toothed tiger under the thief's crotch is not lively, this psychic big cat cooperates with the thief, and can't stop slapping its claws.

In addition, there is a golden eagle waiting for an opportunity in the sky.

It is equivalent to saying that the wind is fighting three with one.

retreated again and again, and the thighs of the wind were all injured by the blade-toothed tiger, and on the shoulders and bodies, the thief also poked out several blood holes.

Feeling the rapid passage of life in his body, the wind was depressed and dying, he knew that if he continued like this, he would be consumed by the thief sooner or later, so he immediately gritted his teeth, roared, and desperately injured and sent out a rush to force the thief back.

When he retreated to a safe distance, he could barely stand on his feet, and gasped for air with a stone spear in his hand.

Turning his head, his deputy had already killed the tall man with a weapon with a yellow stone with a handle.

The clansmen, who had no command, were also a little flustered by the shock.

On the ground, almost more than eighty percent of the corpses of the Qingfeng clan were people.

He bit his lower lip hard: "Don't be afraid, there are few of them, the victory is still here, rush with me!"

Perhaps it was Feng's prestige in the tribe that suppressed the panic in the hearts of the Qingfeng clansmen, and one by one, these clansmen shouted and launched a counterattack against the two departments of the army and the army led by the thief.

For a time, the two sides fought and once again entered a white-hot stage.

The thief came to the tiger, not looking for others, only looking for the wind.

Seeing this, Feng jumped to his feet and scolded: "Damn bastard, you have the ability to get off the tiger, don't let the eagle help you, see if I don't kill you." ”

Ji Thief said yes, but the movements of his hands were non-stop.

"Damn, shit, you cunning bastard. ”

Feng who believed that it was true originally planned to have a fair duel with Ji Thief, but unexpectedly, the golden eagle in the air pounced again and tore off his ear.

Immediately there was a mournful roar, and the wind covered its ears and howled.

The thief's iron spear plunged into the wind's chest.

I saw the thief pick it up hard and pick the wind on the ground.

The surrounding Qingfeng clan people were frightened when they saw the injured appearance of the wind, and hurriedly shouted: "Lord Feng!!"