?“ Stand down,"

A low voice came from outside the crowd, the crowd dispersed, but it was Xian Yulie who walked over with his hands behind his back, he looked at the first warrior standing there with his head bowed, and an imperceptible touch of щww{][lā} appeared on his calm face

"Leader, this kid," a young man walked towards Xian Yulie with a spear, and said angrily, Xian Yulie waved his hand to signal him not to speak, and then looked at Yun Fei who was surrounded by the crowd in the center, in the face of such a large formation, ordinary people were afraid that they had already stopped cooking, but Yun Fei still stood there calmly, as if all this had never happened. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Since you want to try, then try it," a hint of surprise flashed across Xian Yu's purple face.

"Okay,"

After saying a simple word, Yun Fei came directly to the sweaty BMW, and several fire-breathing eyes behind him were directly ignored by Yun Fei.

"Father, what's wrong with you," Xian Yuxue ran to her father's side and asked with some puzzlement.

"Don't speak, watch carefully," Xian Yulie blocked his daughter's questioning, when he said this, his eyes were still on Yunfei, Xian Yuxue's stomach was full of questions and no one answered, and he felt very aggrieved in his heart, but his father didn't let him speak, so he had to follow along.

"Da, da,"

Yun Fei had just stood in front of the Sweaty BMW, and the Sweaty BMW immediately became restless, its four hooves kept kicking on the ground, and its head was raised high, like an invincible monarch.

"Sweat and blood BMW, yes, if I look at it well, this horse should be a sweat and blood BMW with pure blood, no wonder it has such a big temper,"

Yun Fei took a deep breath, his legs bent slightly, and an elastic force was generated from the calf muscles, spreading all over his body along his thighs, "Whoosh," Yun Fei's body suddenly rose off the ground and jumped into the air.

"Down,"

Seeing the opportunity, Yun Fei took advantage of the downward trend to sit on the horse's back, and at the same time, with his legs forced, he clamped the horse's belly, his body was close to the horse's back, and his hands tore the mane on the neck of the sweaty BMW.