"Qianling, lightly attack, don't kill!"

Ganso reminded that Qian Ling's spinning body was like a whirlwind, and it couldn't be easier to kick one at a time.

"I know, I know, I say every day, I'm annoyed if you don't bother!"

In fact, Gan Suo didn't want to be verbose, but Qian Ling could kick a person dozens of meters away with one kick, and he had to be nervous! If he killed someone, it wouldn't be as simple as fighting.

The sword in his right hand was withdrawn, and the saber in his left hand was grabbed by his right hand, and the sword was killing, so he slapped the person who was rushing towards him with the back of his slightly heavier saber. Mo's strength is not weak, one large star cluster and two small star clusters are stronger than these mercenaries, but he can only fight against three at a time. The fourth one was added, and Mo was a little scrambling.

"Be careful!"

The scimitar in Bining's hand blocked a knife for Mo, he had more experience than Mo, and he was quick and accurate in fighting, but he would not kill anyone, and his posture was like beating livestock. The battle went on very quickly, but in a minute, except for the man who was inching, the rest of the people were lying upside down. The swept through the field was suddenly a little terrifying, and the four people stood in place like the gods of war.

"The strongest is only a large star cluster, which is boring. ”

Qian Ling said disdainfully, watching Xing Zeyuan being kicked out two meters by the Ban Cun man.

"Don't do it, let him do it himself. ”

Mo and Pi Ning approached Gan Suo and Qian Ling, and watched as Xing Zeyuan stood up holding his stomach.

"That person is just two big star clusters, not particularly strong, just enough for the head of the group to practice his hands. ”

Ganso didn't call him that before, but later, he found that it was not good to call Xing Zeyuan, so he called him that. Calling him Xiaoxing like Poor Ling, he can't do it.

"The head of the group only has two small star clusters, can he do it?"

Mo was a little worried.

"It's okay! This man is not yet at the point of summoning the star god, everything is possible, not to mention that the head of the regiment still has an inscription in his hand. ”

In fact, Gan Suo wanted to see how effective Xing Zeyuan's boxing practice was, and Xing Zeyuan would definitely not be injured. On the contrary, this is an opportunity to train him, and Xing Zeyuan needs such an opportunity.

"Just look at it!"

Qian Ling put his hands in his pockets, twisted his neck, and made a crackling sound.

Xing Zeyuan slowly raised his head, and the kick just now made his forehead sweat.

"Kill them all!"

The man was tripped by Xing Zeyuan before, lying on the ground and kicking Xing Zeyuan, he got up and shouted a few times with the pain on his face, but no one paid attention to him. On closer inspection, his brothers had all fallen to the ground, like dead bodies strewn across the field.

"Don't scream, if you have the ability, you can go it alone!"

Xing Zeyuan doesn't have to worry about other things, because they already have this tacit understanding during the time they have been together.

"It seems that you have a good temper!"

Touching his face, the man clenched his fist, did not pick up the knife beside him, but rushed forward with his bare hands. Xing Zeyuan was also bare-handed, wearing short sleeves, they showed their essence muscles, which was a good proof of strength.

The cluster of stars in his chest floated, and the man laughed even though his face ached.

"It's just two small star clusters, and you dare to tell me to go head-to-head? Go back and practice again!"

"I'm telling you, don't always look down on people!"

Xing Zeyuan blocked the man's punch with his left fist, and then his body half-squatted and blasted out his right fist. The fist hit the man's stomach, Xing Zeyuan was a head shorter than him, as long as the skill was right, this could be regarded as an advantage. The muscles of the whole body swelled, and the man did not go to catch Xing Zeyuan's fist, but prepared to punch for punch.

Xing Zeyuan was hot-headed, so he thought about fighting, and the blood in his whole body flowed extremely fast, making every punch he had with great strength, and the same was true for that man.

As soon as he dodged, the uppercut hit the man's chin, but the man clenched his teeth, kept his face uplifted, looked directly at Xing Zeyuan, grabbed Xing Zeyuan with his left hand, and smashed his right elbow downward, causing Xing Zeyuan to cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Tut-tut!"

Qian Ling sighed.

"Giving me some pointers?"

"Brother Ganso?"

"The gap between the head of the regiment and him is a bit big. ”

As soon as the three of them saw Xing Zeyuan vomiting blood, they immediately became nervous, they were always taking care of Xing Zeyuan, not Xing Zeyuan taking care of them, because they felt that Xing Zeyuan was still young, but what he did made people unable to find flaws, which was already very good. They felt that Xing Zeyuan would at least not do nothing in the future.

Nodding his head, Ganso spoke coldly.

"Distance!"

Xing Zeyuan was entangled with the man for a while, and then pulled away about three meters, the man looked at the four people here, there was no way! He could only knock Xing Zeyuan down, although he was like a target used by others to sparring him.

"Watch out for his punches!"

Xing Zeyuan could hear his own heartbeat, and every thump of his heart would increase his strength, and his blood-stained fist could be clenched tighter, and he would not slip his hand.

On the right, Xing Zeyuan dodged to the left, and then lowered his head suddenly, the arms above his head blew with the wind, and Xing Zeyuan's body was half-squatting, and he stepped forward.

"Lunge punch!"

Gan Suo shouted, and Xing Zeyuan blocked the man's fist with his left hand, and shot out quickly with his right fist at his waist.

Gap!

Xing Zeyuan seized the time and punched two or three times in a row. Even if there are muscles in the abdomen, it will be very painful, it is not like the chest, the strong pectoral muscles, sternum, and ribs will be relieved, but the abdomen is different, and the back of the abdomen is the internal organs, and a few punches in a row made his face a little pale.

"!"

The man grabbed the clothes on Xing Zeyuan's shoulders with both hands, and his knees jerked up, bringing up strong wind and "qi" knees, which made Xing Zeyuan's hands in his abdomen ache for a while. But fortunately, there were no particularly serious injuries.

The two of them were a little shaky, Xing Zeyuan was relatively short, and his height of 1.7 meters allowed him to pick up a stone as soon as he leaned over slightly. Throwing the stone as a bait, Xing Zeyuan jumped up, the man's palm opened the stone, and at this time, Xing Zeyuan's middle finger was in front of his fist and hit the man's jaw joint.

The three-belt inscription that could be activated shone with golden light, illuminating half of Xing Zeyuan and the man's face.

"It's not enough!"

Gan Suo stood aside and didn't speak, but Xing Zeyuan continued to punch. The slowly sweltering weather seemed to be raining, and the hesitant God didn't seem to be able to stand the battle, one was as resolute as mud, and the other was full of anger, just couldn't knock down the person in front of him.

"It's over!

Qian Ling looked at the two of you, you punched me and I punched, I really couldn't stand it.

"It's still a bit of a gap, I'll go up and solve it with one punch, right?"

"Wait a minute!"

After Gan Suo finished speaking, Xing Zeyuan received a punch in the side of his face, but as if he didn't feel it, the punch also hit the man who didn't know what it was called in the face from the front.

"Ah......h

His arms were numb, his steps were unsteady, his brain was in pain, and it was blank. After a loud roar, Xing Zeyuan sped up the speed of his punch, and every time his left fist blasted out, an extra red mark appeared on the man's face. The strongest inscription in the world is the nine-belt inscription, and his ink star happens to be a nine-belt!

Xing Zeyuan gasped for breath, out of breath. The numb left palm pressed against the man's face, ignoring his side hammer, Xing Zeyuan's right palm that was rubbed against the skin quickly hit the man's reddened side face. The sound of bones clashing was quiet, but the man fell to his knees and fell forward.

"That's good!

Qian Ling ran over to support Xing Zeyuan and gave him a thumbs up.

"It's a skip-the-level battle!

Although they all know that Xing Zeyuan's ability to defeat this man has a lot to do with them, if all your teammates fall to the ground and their lives are unknown, and the opponent's teammates are all standing behind him, it is estimated that you will also be jealous. But in any case, he won, and there is no absolute fairness in the world.

"Wait a minute!"

After Xing Zeyuan finished speaking, Mo took the disinfectant water to disinfect him, his feverish brain slowly returned to normal, and his hideous face slowly returned to his usual appearance.

"I'm still too weak!"

"There is no such thing as a fat man in one bite. ”

Ganso said, placing a plaster on the side of his face, which had been swollen and cut open by a sharp object.

About half an hour later, Xing Zeyuan regained a little strength in the dull air.

"Let's go! The deer is left for them. ”

"Good!"

One glance at the deer, everyone hit the road together.

"Can you go far like this?"

Xing Zeyuan's face hurt when he smiled, and his speech was a little weak, and his backpack was all carried by Qian Ling.

"It's not far, let's speed up a bit, find some food, and then put up the dome, it's going to rain today. ”

"Good!"

"Why don't I go hunting with Brother Ganso, the weather is getting gloomy, and we'll need to save some time." ”

Pening said.

"Let's go!"

"I want to go too, why don't you take me with you?"

"Responsible for communications!"

Gan Suo handed his backpack to Poor Ling, one in front of him, and one in his hand. Mo carried a backpack in each hand, and he felt that he had sweated a lot after the battle before, but now that the sweat was dry, his throat was a little uncomfortable.

"Alright, alas!"

Qian Ling's position in the mercenary group is particularly important, in addition to fighting, there is also the role of communication, his strength is the strongest, he can easily find them who go out hunting, and there is no need to worry about getting lost.

"Let's move on! we have to open up the gap with those people before, or it will be annoying!"

Xing Zeyuan said, breathing a sigh of relief, he had never fought with others, and this was the first time he had really won a battle. Although he was injured, he was still happy in his heart. But what he was looking forward to in his heart was to become stronger again.

"It's really raining!"

A few drops fell overhead, and although it was a jungle, it was relatively flat, not a mountainous area, and there were no large caves. So when they felt the rain, Xing Zeyuan and Mo took out the dome and began to build it.

"Go find them!"

"No problem!"

It didn't take long, and there were no traps, so Pining only hit two big pheasants. This is what he said, although they felt that it was enough, but Pi Ning still felt that it was not enough, so he braved the light rain to pick a lot of peaches and came back.

Although they were injured, Xing Zeyuan and Mo still moved quickly, they set up two domes in the light rain, and also built a small shed with a large piece of oilcloth. You can't cook in the small vault, you can only cook outside

Pi Ning is very good at cooking, and quickly disposed of the pheasant, which annoyed them at first by not drying the wood well, but Qian Ling directly roasted the wet wood with the temperature of his own sun candle, although it took a little longer, but they still drank the delicious pheasant soup.

"Next time we have to buy spices, we're running out of spices. ”

"I bought it, in that bag. ”

Mo wanted to get up, but he felt a little dizzy when he squatted under the shed.

The tarpaulin above their heads was crackling with the rain, and Mo's mind was also in chaos, this was not the first time they had come out to rain, but it was the most unprepared for them. It was a little cold all around, and they didn't shout about the heat, but drank steaming soup and gossiped.

After eating and cleaning up, they took off their shoes and went into the vault, which was of good quality and would not leak, and they slept peacefully in it. But when you wake up, something unexpected happens.

"Commander, Commander!"

Pushing Xing Zeyuan, he vaguely heard a voice in his ear saying:

"Mosheng is seriously ill!"