Barbarian tribes, northern.

A loud bang broke the silence.

I saw the earth's crust smash down with an afterimage, and it was torn apart.

Zhang Zifeng had already appeared more than ten meters away with the unconscious Loulan Feixue, and swept towards the attacker indifferently.

This surprise attack made Zhang Zifeng easily dodge in the end.

Out of the dust, a huge figure emerged.

"Who are you, outsiders are not allowed to enter here, get out!" A cold voice exploded.

Standing in front of Zhang Zifeng at this time was a man with a figure of nearly two and a half meters, full of exaggerated muscles.

The man had thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and a pair of huge fists were particularly conspicuous.

He was wearing animal skins, naked and strong upper body, and was looking down at Zhang Zifeng at this time.

Immediately after that, several strong barbarian clans chased after him with bows and arrows, but they were much inferior to this man.

When they saw that there were outsiders here, they were stunned for a few seconds.

"Thunder Owl, stop!" At this time, an old man came up with a cane.

"Daddy!" The man shouted.

As this calm and complicated voice sounded, the man known as the "Thunder Owl" withdrew his killing intent and respectfully stepped back behind the old man.

The old man is actually not old, on the contrary, although his body and physique are not as strong as his son "Lei Xiao", he is not inferior to Zhang Zifeng.

The only thing worth noting is that there are three hideous scratches on the old man's chest, which extend from the old man's shoulders to his abdomen.

"Little doll, outsiders are not welcome here, let's leave, we are not embarrassed, but please also go out, never tell outsiders the route to come in," the old man frowned and looked at Zhang Zifeng.

"I have a friend here who is in danger, we are here to look for the Jiaowu Clan, hoping to save our lives with blood!"

The old man's expression sank, and a powerful killing force erupted from his body.

"Hmph, there is no Jiaowu clan here, let's leave if you know each other."

"Get out!" After saying that, the young man behind the old man stepped forward, and suddenly the ground was violent.

Jia Shengnan was so frightened that he hid behind Zhang Zifeng and said, "Liar, she is the descendant of the Loulan clan, how could she be wrong?" ”

"Lou Lan's?" The old man's expression trembled slightly, and then he looked at Zhang Zifeng's shoulder, the angry Loulan Feixue, "She is really Loulan Clan?" ”

"Daddy, you know?" The barbarian thunder owl looked at Zhang Zifeng with a hostile expression.

Without answering, the old man stared at the unconscious Loulan Feixue and pondered for a long time, as if he thought of the past, and finally sighed and said, "Maybe this is the will of heaven, let's come with me!" ”

"Daddy,...... Let them set foot on our territory? The brute thunder owl looked shocked.

In his memory, his father is the older generation who respects Zu Xun the most, and he represents righteousness in the tribe.

In particular, it is forbidden for outsiders to set foot in the country.

But today, because I suddenly heard the sentence "Loulan's", it was unusual.

The old man did not answer, but turned around and returned with the corpse of an adult tiger.

"Great, it looks like they know about the Horned Martial Clan," Jia Shengnan's face flushed.

Soon Zhang Zifeng followed the old man in the forest, and he didn't know how long he walked, and finally saw only a fire in front of him.

In the distance, a faintly visible figure was swinging.

It seems to be going on some kind of bonfire.

Zhang Zifeng didn't speak during the whole process, and even at this moment, his face became inexplicably solemn.

Only Jia Shengnan stared at the beautiful and looked at this primitive tribe curiously.

"Father, Daddy is back!" was grabbing a fat roasted leg of mutton, and when he saw the old man coming back with an adult tiger, he jumped up excitedly.

"Father," the head of the clan rushed out of the cave in one step.

The father and son are preparing for the next "bonfire party" and have not seen each other for a whole month.

I miss meeting at this time.

However, just as the Barbarian Horn Battle was holding his son Barbarian Calf and greeting him with the most respectful ceremony of the Barbarian Tribe, suddenly everyone stopped one step at a time, and there was a dead silence.

The originally harmonious and lively atmosphere is particularly screaming at this moment.

"They...... What's wrong, it's scary," Jia Shengnan was afraid to retreat.

"Father, what's going on?" The brutal horn battle swept coldly towards Zhang Zifeng.

The old man motioned to everyone not to act rashly, and said to the barbarian horn, "This little doll is carrying a descendant of the Loulan clan, and she is dying." ”

"What about the Loulan clan?" Barbarian Horn Zhan's expression was even more gloomy, "Even if you have a deep relationship with our ancestors, if your father breaks the rules, our tribe will definitely be attacked by karmic fire in the future." ”

Their barbarian tribe has been living in this pure land for thousands of years, and they know that they are precious.

"Ahem, cough, cough," suddenly Loulan Feixue coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then fainted again.

"Oh no, she can't hold on anymore," Jia Shengnan said in a panic.

Seeing this, Zhang Zifeng frowned, and said, "Everyone, we don't want to disturb your peace, and we also know the meaning of peace, my friend is about to die, no matter what, please find a way to save us, and we will leave later." ”

"Why do we want to save, this world is originally the jungle of the jungle, the survival of the fittest," Brute Horn Zhan said coldly.

"The law of the jungle?" The corners of Zhang Zifeng's mouth outlined a sneer, "That means that if I win, do I have the right to decide?" ”

"Say what?" Brute Horn Wars is like hearing the biggest joke in the world.

As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter.

Even the old man who didn't smile shook his head with a shallow smile.

I saw that the face of the barbarian battle suddenly sank, and he snorted coldly, "If you really win me, you will get the most respected recognition from our barbarian tribe, but it is impossible to win me." ”

"Then why not give it a try?" The corners of Zhang Zifeng's mouth outlined a faint smile.

After saying that, Zhang Zifeng put Loulan Feixue on the ground, squinted his eyes and swept towards the barbarian horn battle, just right, at this time, he vaguely guessed something in his heart, and now is the time to prove it.

"It's a Qi warrior, you can use Qi, you don't need to abide by the rules of our tribe," seeing that Zhang Zifeng not only did not retreat, but was eager to try.

This courage alone is worthy of his admiration.

You must know that a year ago, there was a short-eyed god general realm passing by here, but he was killed in the north by a punch in the barbarian horn battle.

As a result, the Barbarian Horn War earned the title of "First Warrior" among the Barbarian tribes.

"No, I'm also fighting hand-to-hand," Zhang Zifeng took off his shirt directly.

At this time, I don't know why, the bloodline of the Ji family in Zhang Zifeng's body became extremely restless inexplicably.

This sign is the first time except for encountering Ji Wushuang.

In other words, the barbarian battle in front of him has been recognized by the bloodline of the Ji family.

He's strong!

This is the message conveyed by the Ji family's bloodline to Zhang Zifeng.

"You want to fight me?" The brute's eyes froze, and he suddenly felt insulted.

Without answering, Zhang Zifeng took off his shirt directly, revealing his strong muscles.

"Giggles!" Twisting his neck and warming up, Zhang Zifeng walked step by step towards the barbarian horn battle, the first warrior of this barbarian tribe.

"Come on, my friend can't hold it anymore, let's solve it quickly," Zhang Zifeng said lightly.

"Little ghost, I don't know what I'm going to face!" Suddenly, the brute horn battle moved.

The huge body turned into a tiger and suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Zifeng with a sound explosion.

One word, "Quick!" ”

Zhang Zifeng smiled faintly, his body sank suddenly, and he disappeared in place strangely.

"What, faster than me?" The eyes of the brute horn battle froze, and he suddenly turned around only to see that Zhang Zifeng had already made an attack posture.

"I don't know what I'm going to face!" Suddenly, Zhang Zifeng smashed into the brute corner battle with a punch.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the brute horn battle was shocked, and his body turned into bullets and exploded away.

"Suck!"

Both men and women of the barbarian tribe gasped when they saw this, and looked at Zhang Zifeng in surprise.

"What's going on with the power in this kid's body?" In the corner, the old man squinted his eyes, because he actually found that the "power" in his body that had been sleeping for many years was actually boiling.