*Tibetan Plateau Dzi (8)*

On the grassland of the poor tribe of Mumajiang, the stars in the sky are still shining brightly. After Chen Xiaofeng and Linghui heard the gunshots of the bearded man, when they rushed closer, they found countless eyes shining with cold light facing them fiercely.

Chen Xiaofeng said to Linghui: "It's not good, Brother Beard has encountered wolves again, let's go rescue him." ”

Linghui took a closer look at those shining eyes, and said, "No, Brother Xiaofeng, those eyes don't look like wolf eyes, but like"

Before Linghui could finish speaking, Kavasenge, who had gone out hunting with the bearded man, suddenly let out a roar. The cry was different from the previous roar, as if seeing an opponent who had been reunited after a long absence, and it seemed so contemptuous and provocative.

At this time, Chen Xiaofeng, who had already come to the bearded man's side, finally saw the appearance of those eyes clearly, it turned out that it was not a wolf pack, it was a dog pack in the poor territory of Mumajiang that was ten times more ferocious than the wolf pack.

Just look at the iron-clad and gold-clad Mumajiang poor mastiff king, looking proud, holding its huge mastiff head high, shaking its black mane, as if to say: Now you have finally fallen into my hands, get ready to die.

After looking at the imposing iron-clad mastiff king of the poor tribe of Mumajiang, Kavasenge suddenly let out a long roar that it had never felt before. This long howl that shocked the four fields was telling the poor territorial dogs of Muma Jiang: You don't want to force me, I don't want to be an enemy with you.

Chen Xiaofeng stepped forward at this time and said to Kavasenge: "Kavasenge, you don't need to do it here, I'll teach these arrogant dogs a lesson." ”

After that, Xiao Zhenren stepped forward, and the cold light blade was already in his hand, and the poor mastiff king and the territorial dogs knew the power of this sharp blade. Because the sharp blade in this person's hand once killed the great golden mastiff "Regent" in their tribe, all the territorial dogs of the poor herding horses and rivers recorded all kinds of hatred on the cold light blade in Chen Xiaofeng's hand. Then the little real man said to them: "Why do you dogs always have trouble with us, since you are dogs, you should guard your master's door in peace, and don't get old and meddle in things." ”

However, Chen Xiaofeng forgot that these territorial dogs and Tibetan mastiffs were doing their duty. Territorial dogs have divided the boundaries of haode, Chen Xiaofeng They are the intruders who intrude into other people's territories, so the Tibetan mastiffs in these territories are here to bite these intruders.

At this time, Kavasenge walked to Chen Xiaofeng's side, and rubbed Chen Xiaofeng vigorously with his mastiff, as if to signal him: Now is the hatred between the Tibetan mastiff and the Tibetan mastiff, generally the Tibetan mastiff does not bite, if outsiders and the Tibetan mastiff break into other people's territory, then the Tibetan mastiff will first regard the latter as the object that should be bitten to death.

But Chen Xiaofeng didn't understand what Kawasange meant at all, and insisted on pulling the guy to fight the mastiff herd of the poor tribe of Mumajiang. In desperation, Kavasenge had no choice but to bite Chen Xiaofeng's sleeve with his mouth and keep dragging it back.

Linghui and the bearded man said to Chen Xiaofeng at this time: "Brother Xiaofeng, you still listened to Kavasenge, since it doesn't let you fight, it must have its reasons." Kavasenge is not an ordinary Tibetan mastiff, it is a spiritual Tibetan mastiff. ”

When Chen Xiaofeng saw the bearded man and they said this, and Kavasenge also cast a positive look at him, the little real person seemed to understand a little about Kavasenge's meaning, and then took a few steps back and said to Kavasenge: "Don't be reckless, if you really can't do it, let us come." ”

As if he understood, Kawasenge nodded to Chen Xiaofeng, and then strode towards the dog group in Muma Jiang's poor territory.

In fact, Chen Xiaofeng guessed correctly this time, that's right, this is a battle between a Tibetan mastiff and a Tibetan mastiff, and the Tibetan mastiff will not give priority to people as opponents when fighting, they will definitely give priority to the same kind that intrudes into the territory as the target of bite.

Just look at Kavasenge and go straight to the territory dogs, no, it didn't take the other territory dogs of the poor tribe of Mumajiang as opponents at all, but went directly to the majestic iron-clad golden mastiff king.

The poor mastiff king seems to know Kavasenge's intentions, that is, the other territorial dogs and Tibetan mastiffs are not worthy of being its opponents at all, only you, only you, the majestic poor mastiff king of the herding horses, are worthy of being opponents with the sacred mountain god lion.

The iron-clad golden mastiff shook its pitch-black mane, and also strode towards the sacred and snow-white Kavasenge. The battle between the mountain god lion and the poor mastiff king of Mumajiang is about to break out.

Chen Xiaofeng and the others were all behind at this time, sweating for Kavasenge. They (they) are worried that although Kavasenge has an aura that ordinary Tibetan mastiffs do not have, after all, it has to fight against hundreds, and no one will think that Kavasenge can win with such a difference in numbers. However, everyone's worries seem to be unnecessary, because the Tibetan mastiffs on the Tibetan soil plateau, when they fight, they have always followed a thousand-year-old law. It's like a real man, one-on-one, and only the lowly minions and wolves will attack him in groups. They won't, because they are majestic Tibetan mastiffs, Tibetan mastiffs that surpass all wild animals on the grasslands, Tibetan mastiffs that have noble self-esteem and contempt for everything.

The battle between the lion and the mastiff is about to begin, and unlike the usual minions and wolves, they will grin and bark incessantly before they pounce, so that they can scare their enemies with their cries, and they can hide their inner fear with their constant barking.

But they didn't, the mountain god lion and the iron-clad golden mastiff king didn't, the two majestic Tibetan mastiffs looked at each other with contempt for each other, as if as long as they pounced on each other, they could bite each other's soft necks and the fragile arteries and blood vessels in the neck at any time.

But without knowing Weishenme, although Kavasenge also provoked the other party with contemptuous eyes, it did not have the slightest action to pounce and bite. The poor mastiff king of Muma Jiang was puzzled at this time: No, this Tibetan mastiff called the mountain god lion by the people on the grassland is a strong Tibetan mastiff, a young and strong Tibetan mastiff. It looks down on me like this, and wants me to strike first, so that it can show a generous gentleman's style. Therefore, I can't do it first, and I can't let the other party's plot succeed.

As a result, after the poor mastiff king thought like this, the two majestic Tibetan mastiffs stared at each other, and neither of them planned to attack and bite each other first.

Chen Xiaofeng and the others, who were watching the battle, as well as more than 100 territorial dogs behind the mastiff king, were all puzzled at this time: What happened to this mountain god lion and our mastiff king? Why don't they bite each other? How long is this going to be?

But at this moment, everyone and the dogs all noticed that a dazzling blue light flashed on Kavasenge's body again, and it was even more dazzling than before. The Iron Mastiff King finally couldn't hold it anymore, because before, Kawasenge had used the blue light that flashed on his body to dodge their attacks for an unknown number of times.

This time it was obviously a life-and-death fight, and if the mastiff king could bite Kavasenge to death, then it would henceforth be the greatest Tibetan mastiff on the Tibetan Plateau, because it used its own strength to bite the sacred mountain god lion to death.

So the mastiff king decided not to sit still anymore, because when the aura on Kavasenge's body is shown to the maximum, then even if it is still desperately commanding the dogs in the territory, there will not be a single Tibetan mastiff and dog who dares to step forward to bite Kavasenge: But this time you miscalculated Kavasenge, I am the great Mumaze Jiang poor mastiff king, and the mysterious blue light on your body does not work for me.

The Mastiff King was furious, and the Mastiff King struck, and it pounced as fast as it could on the Tibetan Plateau, thinking that it would be able to bite off Kavasenge's neck with just one blow. When this magical Kavasenge dies, there will be nothing to stop the territorial dog from biting the liliang of those outsiders.

With such a thought, the mastiff king swooped over like lightning. But to the surprise of Chen Xiaofeng and the others present and all the territorial dogs, Kavasenge was pounced, and the sacred mountain god lion was pounced on by the poor mastiff king of the herding horse.

The mastiff king's knife teeth were about to pierce the throat of the mountain god lion, and this snow-white and beautiful mountain god lion was about to be bitten to death by the mastiff king. Chen Xiaofeng couldn't believe the facts in front of him at this time: Isn't Kavasenge the reincarnation of the mountain god lion? Doesn't it have infinite magic? Why was it knocked down by the mastiff king at this moment, what the hell was it going to do?

The young and strong-blooded Chen Xiaofeng couldn't hold back any longer, he drew the cold light blade on his body and was about to rush up to rescue the mountain god lion, but before Xiao Zhenren stepped forward, he saw that the more than 100 territorial dogs of the poor tribe of Mumajiang slashed out their knives and teeth, and as long as you take a step forward, we will pounce on the jiashi that will tear you apart.

But Chen Xiaofeng was not afraid of these at all, the little real person rushed towards Kavasenge desperately, and the cold light blade in his hand could cut off the huge mastiff head of the mastiff king at any time.

But at this moment, Chen Xiaofeng found that although Kavasenge was knocked down by the mastiff king, the mastiff king's knife teeth did not bite down on Kavasenge's snow-white neck for a long time.

It was as if the time of the Mastiff King and Cavasinger had stood still, and the time around them was still running, so he froze at this time when he had been holding down Cavasinger with his mouth wide open. In the eyes of the mastiff king, Kavasenge, who was knocked down by himself, was not a Tibetan mastiff at all, but a mountain god lion with a spiritual light shining all over his body.

The Mastiff King saw countless "Celestial Mothers" flying around him, as if to tell it: Kavasenge is the sacred lion of the mountain god, it is a god! As the mastiff king on the Tibetan Plateau, how can you bite the god of death.

At this time, the blue light on Kavasenge's body was dazzling again, and the mastiff king moved away from Kavasenge's body after this dazzling blue light flashed. It was not an ordinary move, but a humble, cowardly, and respectful move away from one's forehead. Then he left with the loyal territorial dogs.

Before leaving, the mastiff king glanced back, and glanced at the mountain god Lion Kavason, who had already stood up and possessed his body, as if to say: I can't bite you to death, so I am not the mastiff king of the poor tribe of Mumajiang myself. The other territorial dogs will no longer obey me, and I will have to take my own life to repay the kindness of the people of the grassland.

But when the desperate Mastiff King saw the dogs in his territory, instead of blaming it, he looked at Kawasenga with extremely reverent eyes, just like himself. The mastiff king understands, and its life understands.

The mastiff king, with more than a hundred territorial dogs, barked a few times at Kavasenge, who was still there with perseverance, like a towering holy snow-capped mountain. This time, however, it was not a hostile roar, but a respectful and reverent greeting.

As if to say: Go away, mountain god lion, and take the outsiders you are protecting. We don't have the ability to bite you to death, but the next time the robbers of Muma and Jiang are forced to force us, even if we know that you are the real lion of the mountain god, we must fight with you, because we cannot disobey the people of the grassland.

After barking, the mastiff king took the territorial dogs and went away in a noisy manner like an autumn wind. Chen Xiaofeng stepped forward at this time, touched Kavasenge's mastiff with his hand, and said, "Kavasenge, you are really an inscrutable Tibetan mastiff, what did you do just now?" Let those territorial dogs who want to tear you apart flinch, what the hell are you? ”

After hearing Chen Xiaofeng's words, Kavasenge shook his mastiff head at Chen Xiaofeng and blinked his eyes, as if to say: Guess, I'll tell you if you guess.

Then Chen Xiaofeng and the bearded man (her) followed Kavasenge back to the overnight tent, and at this time, everyone didn't have the heart to eat, so they casually ate some compressed biscuits and canned food brought by the beard.

Chen Xiaofeng picked out a canned pork without pork, opened it and put it in front of Kavasenge, and said, "Eat quickly, sleep well after eating, we are all tired, and tomorrow we will go to the poor head of the Muma River to return to Princess Medodawa." ”

After eating a few things, the three of them slept in the tent with Kavasenge, and they had to keep their spirits up, for it would be a terrible battle to rescue the princess tomorrow.

The three of them and a Tibetan mastiff fell asleep in this way, waiting for the sun to rise, when they went to the poor tribe of Mumajiang.

If you want to know what will happen next, please enjoy the next chapter, and the next time will be more exciting.