"Uncle Tyrant, what are you going to do?"

Fengyun was a little curious, and couldn't think of anything that Storm needed to do.

"I'm going to tell Ray to go back to the tribe on his own. ”

"Why? Didn't you always want Brother Lei to be trained by you?"

"That was before, it's different now. At that time, you and Ray were both junior fighters, and there was no problem training together, but now that you are a senior fighter, do you think he can still train with you?"

"Wouldn't this delay Brother Lei's training? Uncle Tyrant, can you think of a way. ”

Fengyun was a little reluctant in his heart.

"No, you can't. The gap between Ray and you is too big. ”

Storm seemed to be able to see through Fengyun's thoughts, and comforted: "You don't have to think too much. Training is ready to take place. After I finish training for you, I will continue to train Lei, and the effect will not be bad. ”

"Uncle Tyrant, I have an idea. When you let Brother Lei go back, can you not tell him the truth and find another reason. ”

"I see what you mean. You're worried that Kid Thunder will be irritated, right?"

"Yes. During this period of time, Lei Ge's mood seemed to be a little unstable. ”

"You don't have to worry about that. If you don't say it, I'll do the same. Alright, it's getting dark, let's go back quickly. ”

He turned around and ran the way he came.

"Yun boy, do you want to compare?"

Storm suddenly looked back at Fengyun, a hint of provocation on his face.

Without waiting for Fengyun to respond, he suddenly accelerated and turned into an off-string arrow.

"Uncle Tyrant, I'm also trying to test my speed. ”

Fengyun is telling the truth.

After eating the mallet, although he could feel the changes in his body, he did not have an accurate idea of how big the changes were.

Storm is a veteran high-level totem warrior, and comparing speed with him can give him a good reference.

"If you have the ability, catch up with me. If you lose, you're responsible for finding food for the next month. ”

"Uncle Tyrant, why didn't you say what should you do if you lose?"

"Do you think I might lose? Although you and I are both high-level totem warriors, I have already advanced fifty years ago, have you been sleeping for the past fifty years?"

The violent tone seemed conceited.

"Then let the end result do the talking. ”

Fengyun didn't say anything more, picked up his speed, and chased after the storm.

Fengyun's acceleration was very effective, and in a short period of time, his speed increased several times, reaching a level almost equal to that of Storm.

He still seemed very relaxed, showing no signs of struggling.

Storm seemed to sense the threat and sped up again.

It was so fast that it tore through the air and whipped up a strong wind, uprooting weeds and dwarf shrubs and tearing off the branches and leaves of some large trees.

This also interferes with the wind and clouds.

Not only does he have to maintain high speed, but he also has to avoid flying obstacles, and when he is fast, even a small inconspicuous branch will have terrifying lethality.

Fengyun was unusually calm, and he adopted an unusual way of avoiding it.

The right foot lightly touched the ground and rose into the air, like a bird with wings spread and flying, and its movements appeared extremely light and agile, stretching, without the slightest fire.

When he was about ten feet above the ground, his left foot stepped on a branch and soared, rising at a rate that did not decrease but increased.

In the blink of an eye, Fengyun was already standing on the top of a tall burning tree, and the distance between him and the ground was more than fifty zhang.

At Fengyun's feet was a tree branch, very slender, only slightly thicker than a thumb, which looked extremely thrilling.

His face was as calm as water, and there was not a trace of nervousness.

He wasn't pretending to be calm, he was really not nervous.

It seemed very high from the ground, but it was not high enough to pose much of a threat to him, and even if the branches under his feet were broken, he was fully capable of finding other places to stay.

Even if he fell directly to the ground, he didn't think he would be thrown to death.

The soles of his feet exerted force, the thin branches sank down, and the wind and clouds drifted to a big tree a few feet away.

Reached the target tree, stepped on a branch, and floated to the top of the tree in front of him.

In this way, he began to walk on the top of the tree, but the steps were a little too big, a few feet, and a dozen feet at most.

Light, elegant, as if strolling in a leisurely garden, there is a kind of chic that speaks.

A big smile spread across his face.

Since he was a child, he has envied the magical light skills that those heroes have, flying eaves and walking on walls, climbing and crossing water, volleying in the void, like walking on the ground, and now he can finally do it.

Although he doesn't know anything about light skills, his strong control of his own strength allows him to mobilize every trace of strength in his body just right, so as to achieve an effect comparable to light skills.

Especially after he ate the mallet and got its magical effect transformation, he faintly had a strange feeling.

It was as if he had established some kind of connection with nature, and his relationship with it had become intimate.

Not only will it no longer repel him, but it will even help him.

Now, for example, he could feel that he was facing significantly less resistance than before.

At the same time, he also has a more subtle and detailed understanding of the changes in the outside world.

Before, the presence of the wind would often be an obstacle to his progress, but now he can use its power to make his speed faster and less laborious on the premise of figuring out its trajectory.

Although his current borrowing of the forces of nature is still very limited, it is an excellent start.

He believed that as his strength continued to improve, he would borrow more and more power from nature.

Fengyun did not forget the match with the storm, and as he moved forward, he locked his whereabouts through the canopy.

In fact, Fengyun doesn't need to deliberately capture the traces of the storm at all, as long as they are not blind and deaf, they can be easily discovered.

The movement caused by the march was so great that not only weeds, shrubs, and dwarf trees would be uprooted, but the smoke and dust would billow, and the sound of tearing the air was like thunder.

Seeing the storm rampage like a brute bull, Fengyun couldn't help but shake his head.

At this time, he deeply realized the great help brought to him by the mallet.

He had a chase with Storm before, he ran in front, Storm chased behind, he used all his strength to prevent him from chasing, and the situation was so similar to now, it was exactly the same.

This is a laborious and inefficient way to move forward.

According to his preliminary estimates, he could save at least thirty percent of his strength by maintaining the same speed.

The power of saving comes from two aspects, one is that nature has helped him, reducing some of the resistance he needs to face, and the other is his dissolution of resistance.

Before he ate the mallet, he was like being in a thorn bush, and if he wanted to move forward, he had to break through the thorns, and he used the most efficient method, using his body to hit and tear them apart.

Although he is still in the thorn bush now, he has become the violent man who showed him how to overcome the thorns some time ago.

He can use means to skillfully break through the thorns, first open up a path, and then move forward, and the resistance will naturally be greatly reduced.

Based on this alone, Fengyun can conclude that he has won the match with Storm.

What's more, he is now moving forward in the trees, facing far fewer obstacles than Storm, and can easily increase his speed to a higher level.

But he no longer had the idea of winning.

He returned to the ground from the top of the tree, and even gave up the subtle use of power, and chased after the storm with his legs, using the most primitive way to make a similar movement as he was.

He will do this not only because he doesn't want to expose his true strength, but also because he doesn't want to be violent.

Through this time of getting along, Fengyun can feel that Storm is a proud and even somewhat narcissistic person.

If a junior like him, who is less than a fraction of his age, wins, the blow to him can be imagined.

He didn't want to hurt him, he came to his identity to help him, and he was selfless.

In another person, in the face of such a magical treasure as a mallet, he would never be able to do what he did, not only did not show a trace of greed, but also did not hesitate to let him eat it.

Taking a step back, even if the mallet is different from ordinary prey, he will put it in the hands of the witch and ask him to dispose of it, after all, the witch is the real decision-maker of the entire tribe.

Due to the fact that the two were in a state of racing, in less than half an hour, they came to a rock wall, and the cave on the rock wall was where Fengyun lived during this time.

"Uncle Tyrant, I lost, but I did my best. ”

The storm turned into a storm, and he deliberately admitted defeat to him in a slightly gasping tone.

"You're already good. It's already very rare that you can keep up with me when you just become a high-level warrior and haven't been left too far behind by me. Keep up the good work, and one day, you will be able to reach my level. ”

Tyrant tried his best to maintain restraint, but his demeanor still couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride.

"Uncle Tyrant, you really exalt me too much. I'm just lucky, I got the mallet, and the level has surged, how can I compare with you, you have come step by step, relying on your own efforts. ”

"It's great that you can think that. Although the mallet is a treasure praised by the ancestors and has magical effects, it is a foreign object after all, and it is not as solid as the power obtained by its own efforts, so I am afraid it will not be able to use it handy, right?"

"Uncle Tyrant, if you don't say it, I don't think so, but when you say that, I really feel this way. When I was chasing you just now, I found that I seemed to have the strength left, but I couldn't mobilize it. ”

Fengyun followed the violent words and told a white lie.

"I'm right, right? I didn't live for nothing at my age. ”

As he spoke, there was a hint of narcissism on his face, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked, "Yun boy, you tell me the truth, did you leave halfway, why didn't I seem to feel you behind me for a while?"

"What a keen sense!"

Fengyun's heart couldn't help but tighten, but on the surface, it seemed natural, and he asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "Uncle Tyrant, why do you say that? I've been chasing after you all the time." Is it that we are too far apart, and there are too many things standing between you and me?"

"Well, it may be that you and I were far away during that time. ”

Storm did not doubt it, and believed Fengyun's words.