With Yang Mucheng's strength, he could easily shake his arms and shake open the strip of cloth tied to his hand with a very clever technique. www.biquge.info However, in order to show respect for the Wu Clan, he did not do so.

Now, the restraints on his hands were opened, and Yang Mucheng moved his arms, rubbed his eyes and looked around.

In front of him is a thatched hut made entirely of raw wood and thatch. Inside the room, sat a man in a robe with the appearance of a great wizard with a blackened body.

Because of the light and his skin color, Yang Mucheng could only vaguely see his facial features. However, even so, Yang Mucheng could feel the coexistence of kindness and majesty in his body, and benevolence and killing coexisted.

At the doorway, on the left and right sides stood a black man with a height of more than 1.9 meters and a sturdy physique. Just by looking at their size, one can guess that there must be an extremely violent strength in them. Absolute primitives, desolates, barbarians!

It turned out that the indigenous named Su Ge, who was the leader of Yang Mucheng, could definitely be called a warrior if he was placed in front of ordinary people. However, in front of the two black men in front of the Great Witch Gate, he looked a little thin. Even, it can be said that it is vulnerable. At least, it will clearly give people this feeling in appearance.

"In our Wu clan, there are only two kinds of capable people who will be respected. One is a sorcerer who can talk to the gods, and the other is someone who has enough power. Young man, I heard you're pretty skilled. Now that we're in the Wu Clan, why don't you show it. ”

The Great Witch speaks in a dark thatched hut.

"The Wu people take the mountains and rivers as their home, and the tigers and lions as their friends, and their strength is incomparable, so I won't get an axe."

Yang Mucheng looked at the two black men in front of the hut who were obviously full of hostility, and deliberately spoke weakly.

"If you want to be a peacemaker, if you want to point fingers at the affairs of the Wu clan, you will eventually show your skills, but you will just say that it is the behavior that the Wu people despise the most."

The Great Witch continued to speak in the hut.

Click! Click! Squeak, squeak! ――

Hearing the Great Witch's words, the two black men in front of the hut moved their necks at the same time, and then shook their shoulders. Their movements are not very assistive, but the bones around them are crackling for a while, and they are as flexible as whips, and their strength is also well trained.

Call! ――

The two black men did not answer, took a step forward, and at the same time grabbed Yang Mucheng's body.

The two negroes were dressed very simply, barely covering their waists and abdomen, and their faces were painted with colorful paint like the other natives. However, the portraits on the faces of the two of them obviously had a bit of a vicious aura. Even the headdress on the heads of the two of them resembled the horns of some kind of animal.

With the movements of the two people, Yang Mucheng felt like two fierce black monsters pounced on him. Moreover, these two monsters cooperate with each other, which is extremely tacit, and the strong wind they bring is also hunting, which is very imposing.

Yang Mucheng knew that it was impossible to come here without fighting, but if he really fought and injured people, it would definitely make the people of the Wu clan disgusted. He had come here to persuade them, and it was absolutely impossible to conquer them by force.

With a thought, Yang Mucheng's feet slipped, and he passed through the gap between the two of them. Then he turned around and grabbed at the shoulders of both of them at the same time.

Syllable! Syllable! ――

Two crisp sounds came, but it was Yang Mucheng's palm that grabbed it and pressed the shoulders of the two. However, Yang Mucheng touched the shoulders of the two black men and felt that their shoulders were as hard as stones and as smooth as loaches.

Brush! ――

Just as Yang Mucheng's heart moved, and he wanted to secretly grasp it, the bodies of the two people shook, and they slipped away from their fingertips like snakes in the water.

Syllable! Syllable! ――

But once the two of them shook off Yang Mucheng's big hand, they didn't turn back, and at the same time they each raised one leg, and they actually came back kicking.

Yang Mucheng certainly held it up, but he didn't dare to let these two people who were weirdly dressed, had strange bodies, and made strange moves kick him. With the change just now, Yang Mucheng was even afraid that a poisonous snake would suddenly fly out from under the grass skirt that the two people covered their bodies. With this scruples, Yang Mucheng no longer blindly attacked, but dodged and retreated, avoiding the long legs kicked by the two of them.

Brush! Brush! ――

The two of them failed to kick Yang Mucheng, and they all turned around and stood up, looking at Yang Mucheng head-on. At the same time, with both hands on the top of his head, he grabbed two hard feathers from his headdress and held them in his hands, as if they had each grabbed two short knives.

"Hmm! Not! Not! Not! ――”

The two black men bent down and suddenly circled around Yang Mucheng as if dancing and wrestling like a Mongolian. Moreover, one in front and one behind, one left and one right, his mouth kept shouting, distracting Yang Mucheng's attention. As for the headdress feathers they were holding in their hands, they shook their posture at Yang Mucheng, ready to stab Yang Mucheng everywhere around him.

Growing so big, Yang Mucheng has also fought a few times. Even, the last time in Hong Kong and the other day in the gang family experienced a brutal shootout.

He was not afraid of the big scene, but now watching the movements of the two Wu people made him feel a little difficult to start. Their image is so strange that it feels awkward to look at it. Although I knew that no matter what they were wearing or their headdresses, they were just pretending to be ghosts and deliberately scaring people. However, he still felt a little awkward.

Coupled with the few short moves just now, these people's bodies and movements are completely different from ordinary people, and their explosive force is strong enough and fast enough. Moreover, the most important thing is that the way they exert their strength and the rotation of their body are beyond imagination. Now, the two black men danced the "exorcism dance" like witchcraft, and Yang Mucheng couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"Ahh ――”

Suddenly, a black monster on the left screamed, jumped up, danced the feathers of his hands, and stabbed Yang Mucheng's head fiercely.

Yang Mucheng didn't think about it, and dodged to the side. Before he could settle down, another black man also let out a loud "roar" and volleyed into the top of his head.

Yang Mucheng didn't expect the two people to cooperate so tacitly, his brows furrowed, and his body turned again, and the first person who jumped up jumped up again after landing at this time, and continued to chase after him with two feathers.

When Yang Mucheng flashed again, the second person who jumped up chased after him. Moreover, the two black men waited there as if they had completely calculated the location where Yang Mucheng had landed.

Originally, Yang Mucheng wanted to take advantage of the two of them to jump up and suddenly rush forward to kick or elbow him. However, without waiting for him to have such thoughts, the other black man would perfectly cooperate with the attack. As long as Yang Mucheng raised his foot, even with his speed, he was not sure whether he would kick the leaping black man first, or if another black man would stick his feather into his leg first.

The three of them walked back and forth, and in a blink of an eye they circled the open space in the middle of the hut three times. Yang Mucheng practiced internal strength, and his strength was slightly better, and the two black men jumped back and forth, their movements were extremely large, and they were already covered with sweat, and by the noon sun, their bodies were full of oil, more like two strange beasts.

Yang Mucheng originally wanted to use this kind of war of attrition, and when the tired strength of the two people was a little overwhelmed, he could easily win if he suddenly attacked.

However, these two black men seemed to be monsters who did not know tiredness, and they were obviously sweating all over the jump, but they did not show the slightest tiredness. Moreover, there is actually a bit of a posture that is more flexible and powerful the more you jump.

At this time, Yang Mucheng was surprised to find one thing. These two black men fought around him, and they actually had some imagination with the Taoist Tai Chi Liangyi Formation of the Celestial Empire.

In layman's terms, although the two people's body methods are wrong, the direction in which they jump and fall and the way they capture their opponents are like two people who are using "Bagua to swim in the palm" to perform the "Tai Chi Formation".

One black and one white, one yin and one yang, complement each other, swim quickly, and constantly fight. The method of the two black men pestering Yang Mucheng is completely consistent with the Taoist thought of the Celestial Empire.

With this thought, Yang Mucheng wanted to test it. When a black man jumped up again, Yang Mucheng did not dodge like he did just now, but instead of retreating, he took half a step forward.

Although it was only half a step, Yang Mucheng's foot would slightly deviate from the place where the two of them were fighting. Although this deviation is extremely small, it is almost negligible. However, when the second person pounced again, Yang Mucheng gently bullied forward half a step forward again.

And so on, after the two black men jumped a dozen times in a row, the two of them suddenly felt a little awkward. Originally, he was waiting for an opportunity to attack Yang Mucheng, but now he seemed to be surrounding Yang Mucheng and cooperating with his footsteps.

After a dozen more jumps, the two blacks struggled to jump. It's not that their strength is insufficient, but that every time Yang Mucheng steps out, he doesn't retreat but advances. Now, it seems that Yang Mucheng is chasing the two of them.

"Baygud, Varisio!"

Seeing that the wind was falling, one of the black men suddenly grunted.

"Woo! ――”

Another black man shouted loudly, as if promising something.

"Ahh Ahh Ahh ――”

The natives, who had just looked dumbfounded, all shouted loudly at this time, as if they were also cheering for the two black men.

"Hah! ――”

"Hah! ――”

The two black men shouted at the same time, and this time, their bodies jumped up at the same time, and the two feathers in their hands flew in a row, overwhelming the sky, and the raindrops stabbed Yang Mucheng everywhere around him. But the two of them felt passive and wanted to break the cauldron and make the final finale attack.

Brush! ――

Just when the two of them thought that they would definitely be able to restrain Yang Mucheng, the two of them only felt that there was a flower in front of them. Then, Yang Mucheng, who was obviously still in front of him, disappeared into the air.

Splatter! Splatter! ――

The two of them jumped up at the same time, couldn't hold their momentum, and collided in the air at once. Because of the great use of strength, the two of them fell to the ground and couldn't stand, and at the same time fell to the sky.

"It's okay, two."

Just when the two were annoyed, Yang Mucheng walked over from the side with a smile and spoke to the two.

"Ah, Ivap, what about Balihu! ――”

The two negroes stood up again, swung their bodies fiercely, and were about to rush forward again.

"Razor, Raymond, stop. I got it! ”

Just as Yang Mucheng was concentrating on the two black men who were about to pounce on him, a crisp female voice suddenly came from the hut. Then, Yang Mucheng felt a biting chill coming from behind him. (To be continued.) )