On the little lion's body, the blood-colored dark lines were spreading, and at the same time, his body seemed to be much stronger in that instant.

"Roar!"

A roar came from the mouth of the little lion, as if announcing the return of the king of brute beasts.

"Dark veins connection, the blood of the beastmaster, give me a boil!"

The little lion roared, and on his body, the blood-colored dark lines seemed to be slowly connected together, forming a mysterious catalog, and those dark lines seemed to have a mysterious substance, and with the roar of the little lion, they wanted to connect together.

"Roar!"

The lion cub let out a roar again, but instead of spreading with his roar, they flinched, slowly reverting to the stripes that coiled around the lion's body.

"It's a pity, it's still like this, damn it, but it should be enough to deal with him. ”

At this time, the little lion slowly raised his head, his eyes full of war intent.

Seinfeld clearly felt the changes in the little lion's body, and he believed that if those dark lines were completely connected, it would inevitably cause qualitative changes, but it seemed that the little lion could not fully activate his bloodline power, otherwise, the completely beastly little lion would be absolutely super terrifying.

"Fight!"

The little lion roared, and his whole body rushed out, swinging his fist at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, the power that came out of the fist hit the air and made a rumbling sound of air. As the wind swirled, the ground flew sand and dust.

Boom.

Seinfeld didn't dodge, allowing the punch to actually hit him in the chest. His body flew upside down, but at the same time, the black hole system in his body responded.

"The attack force is 10,000 kilograms, and it will not cause damage to the host. ”

"Seinfeld!"

Hong Niang didn't expect that the little lion who had undergone a mutation would be so powerful, and she knocked Seinfeld away with a single look, which made her heartstrings tight, and her body instinctively wanted to rush towards Seinfeld, but she saw Seinfeld's toes on the ground a little, and the whole person stood on the ground lightly.

If you say that at this time, the best mood is the bearded, seeing Seinfeld being blown away by the little lion's punch, his eyes lit up: Could it be that things have taken a turn for the better, and the Zhuang he did is alive again?

As for the other members of the Desert Dragon, their hearts were hanging at this time, it was clear that the little lion had the upper hand, but in an instant, things changed again, could it be that the boiled duck was going to fly?

"Boss, don't you play with us, okay? Don't you know, the brothers of the desert dragon are in a mood like riding a roller coaster, and they are still in a hurry to collect the bearded money!" shouted the knife, although he was very shocked by the little lion's mutation, but he knew the strength of the boss best, and if the little lion wanted to defeat the boss, it was absolutely impossible.

Seinfeld smiled, and he nodded at the little lion: "It's kind of interesting, but it's not enough!"

"Okay, I'll let you know how powerful the Beast Yi Clan is!"

The little lion grinned and showed his white teeth, his body rushed out again, at this time, his speed actually increased again, and the moment he rushed out, the sand and gravel on the ground were under the impact of the aura, revealing a deep ravine, and the wind seemed to be blowing around, and the sand and gravel flew wildly to both sides, making people unable to look directly.

And under the impact, the onlookers involuntarily retreated, and at this time, the power that came out of the little lion's body was terrifying, which made people change.

And what's even more terrifying is that in the little lion power domination bracket, the sand and gravel formed a small sandstorm and swept directly towards Seinfeld.

"Damn, this is the real strength of the little lion?" The bearded man was dumbfounded, and after a while, he was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, the little lion's strength was against the sky, although Seinfeld was also super strong, but the little lion's power was even more amazing, "Haha, I'm going to turn the tables, haha-"

Some people are happy and some are worried, but more people are completely shocked by the scene in front of them, the beast tribe, the ancient, powerful and mysterious beast tribe, it seems that the legend is true, the beast tribe really has many superpowers that human beings envy, and at this moment, these superpowers have been confirmed by the little lion.

"Brother Fei, there won't be anything, right?" Xu Ya and Hong Niang had already avoided it from afar, and at this time, seeing that the little lion had exerted an ability far beyond ordinary people, and the sandstorm swept through Seinfeld, the power was really amazing.

Among several people, Xu Ya and Seinfeld have not had much contact, and they have mostly heard of Seinfeld's super strength, but they have not seen much.

"Xiaoya, don't worry, Seinfeld is a peerless scourge, the so-called scourge will last for thousands of years, and that little lion can't help him. Hong Niang clenched Xu Ya's soft hand, although she had witnessed Seinfeld's rebellion in the Desert of Death, but this little lion was really weird, would she restrain Seinfeld?

"You guys are really unfounded, who is my Fei Ge? Just the little lion's black charcoal boy, how can you compare with Fei Ge? Don't joke. "Xiaodao is speechless, what's wrong with these two women? I have so little confidence in the boss, I really want to teach them a good lesson.

At this time, Seinfeld's entire body was completely caught in the sandstorm, and the little lion's power strangely rolled up the sand and dust for his own use, this ability was different from that of the sandman, Seinfeld felt that his body was bound by a mysterious force, but this binding power was fundamentally different from the field spawned by the heart of space.

"It's a pity, if the little lion can be completely beastly, it is estimated that it will be tricky to deal with by himself, but now-" Seinfeld shook his head, after he turned on the initial mode of the black hole system, he had an absolute advantage in strength, and it was easy to defeat the little lion.

"Urge me to activate the black hole speed mode, and the power consumption is two points, but the point is that I don't want to hurt the other party, so is it possible to use any skills?" Seinfeld was talking to the black hole system.

"Rush Mode, Attack Mode Standby, Skill: Star Picker, Consumes 1 Energy Point. "The black hole system responds.

As an electric current seemed to flash in his mind, the so-called skill of the star picker had been completely imprinted in Seinfeld's mind, Seinfeld was speechless, this star picker was actually similar to Huaxia Guo's capture, the difference was that because of the black hole system as an auxiliary, this skill could grow, according to the system prompts, this skill could really grow to the extreme.

"Exaggerated, think I'm an earthling, don't you? Fool me, is it interesting?" Seinfeld was speechless.

"Master, the growth of skills is directly related to the development of the black hole system, if this skill cannot reach the realm of star picking in the end, it means that the black hole system has not been developed to match. The black hole system is responding, responding unceremoniously to Seinfeld's questioning, which is called Seinfeld's embarrassment.

At this time, the little lion turned into a brute beast and roared from its mouth, rushing towards Seinfeld with the power of the wind and sand riot.

"Seinfeld, I was able to draw with you at the beginning, and I can be defeated today. ”

"Conquer me, then come on!"

Seinfeld laughed, at that moment, the speed mode was turned on, the attack mode was urged, and the energy points in his body were instantly consumed by 2 foreheads, and with a snort, Seinfeld's body easily broke through the restraints, and at the same time, the star-picking hand struck out.

At that moment, the little lion felt a flower in front of him, his attack completely missed, and Seinfeld's right hand clawed into the void.

"Uh-"

Obviously, the claw was not caught in his throat, but at this time, the little lion felt that his throat was held by a mysterious force, and that power seemed to be able to pinch his throat with just one more point.

The surrounding sandstorm was still flying, completely isolating the scene inside, and at this time, Seinfeld just looked at the little lion coldly and said in a few short words: "Accept, or disagree!"

The little lion was completely shocked, Seinfeld's methods were simply against the sky, he had an intuition that even if he was completely beastial, it was not Seinfeld's opponent, in such a disparity contrast, there was no essential difference between killing himself and pinching an ant to death, he felt that his throat was dry, and he was unwilling, but he was helpless.

"Serve!"