After about eight or nine hundred throws, Cold Fire felt that his javelin level was a little better. Of course, there is still 108,000 miles away from 100 shots, but at least you can achieve 3 hits in 100 shots, or 5 hits in 100 shots. This is already a remarkable improvement, because even the Antlers Tribe's best hunters can only do one or two out of ten.

When Leng Huo was rejoicing in his progress, a cold voice sounded from behind. The voice is crisp and nice, and the person who speaks is clearly female.

"It's ridiculous, is this the husband my father picked for me? Well, a piece of waste! Did he think I was too capable and deliberately found me a burden?"

Leng Huo was a little inexplicable, but there was also a trace of speculation in his heart, this wouldn't be the beautiful daughter that Fierce Claw wanted to introduce to him, right?

To be honest, being despised like this by a woman, Leng Huo also has a little bit of injustice in his heart. However, the moment he turned around, that little bit of anger immediately vanished.

What appeared in front of him was a beautiful woman.

That's all there is to her appearance. The eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the eyes are like autumn water, and this kind of description of cold fire will not be used. He just felt that this woman's facial features were indescribably good-looking, and in short, he never got tired of looking at them. And its figure is also fresh and thick, with a beautiful posture, which is pleasing to the eye.

And the most amazing thing is her temperament. Her eyebrows are like swords, heroic and vigorous, as if the sky is falling apart and the earth can't help her. It is very rare for this kind of temperament to appear in a woman, which is eye-catching.

All in all, this eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl has a charm that makes people fall in love at first sight.

The woman was dressed in gray linen and carried a pouch with seven or eight javelins piled on her back. Her javelin is delicately made, with a stone tip in the shape of a flat shuttle, and the end of the handle is split in half, clamping the tip and then tied with thin vines.

"My name is Leng Huo, are you the daughter of Fierce Claw?" Leng Huo was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses and said hello.

"Hmph, you inquired very clearly, I'm Sanyunluo. However, my husband must not be a waste. If you can beat me in the javelin throw, I might as well consider marrying you. However, I see that you threw dozens of times, but you missed once, such a waste, do you want to marry me?"

As she spoke, Sanyunluo propped herself up with one hand, and her body floated up and crossed the stake. Its body is light and elegant, like a flying deer jumping in the forest.

Sanyunluo didn't wait for Leng Huo to answer, and walked forward quickly, while moving, Sanyunluo quickly pulled out the javelin from behind and threw it like lightning.

In the fierce roar, seven shots in a row, in the middle of the gun. The target swaying in the wind seemed to have no effect on her. After that, Sanyunluo looked at Leng Huo's expression coldly, as if she wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

In her mind, as long as there is a man with a little shame, I am afraid that he will find a crack in the ground to get into. However, this time she was destined to be disappointed.

Leng Huo actually smiled and applauded gently, "Good skills, can you teach me?"

San Yunluo looked at it again and again, but still couldn't see the slightest expression of shame on Leng Huo's face. After that, she gave up her futile efforts, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Do you think this is a good skill? These targets dotted with green leaves sway from side to side very regularly, and a few of the hunters in the tribe can't shoot them. ”

He glanced at Leng Huo contemptuously again, "However, the flying deer in the forest rushed left and right, as fast as lightning, and there was no law at all. Even I couldn't hit one of the ten javelins. Besides, the deer are so fast that if they don't hit the vital point, the pain will only make them run faster. ”

"With your skills, I'm afraid that you won't be able to hunt a flying deer in ten days and a half months. Do you want our Antlers tribe to raise you a piece of waste, or do you want me to raise you a piece of waste?"

This is already the second time that Leng Huo has been despised. Leng Huo touched the dragon tooth on his chest and said lightly: "In the forest, no one is a waste. The waste has either been starved to death or has been fed to beasts of prey. ”

Leng Huo was not deterred by Sanyunluo's contempt. Although he is not very old, he is like an old man who has been through the wind and frost, and he will never act out of anger. Even if he refutes the other party, he only speaks lightly and stabs the other party slightly.

"Miss Sanyunluo, please rest assured. I will never stay in the Antlers Tribe, let alone marry you. So, you don't have to rush halfway to the hunt, it's not safe. If you have any damage, how can I be worthy of the fierce claws!"

Sanyunluo was happy at first, and then said slightly angrily: "Then you look down on me." I'm not worthy of you anymore?"

When Leng Huo heard this, he was a little ridiculous, "It's not that you are not worthy of me, but I have my own things to do?"

Sanyunluo goes to the bottom of it, "What's the matter?" It's no wonder that Sanyunluo is so persevering. At the beginning, Leng Huo was unconscious in the ancestral hall, and he took care of Sanyunluo for a day with fierce claws, and the dragon tooth on Leng Huo's chest was also from Sanyunluo's craftsmanship. At that time, Sanyunluo had no idea that Fierce Claw was intentionally marrying herself to Cold Fire.

It was only during today's hunting that Sanyunluo heard someone in the team talk about it, and then she learned from outsiders. At that time, she was ashamed and angry, and ran back to the tribe at the risk of losing her life.

On the way, Sanyunluo was full of murderous energy, and only thought about returning to the tribe to pierce the cold fire through the heart and kill it a hundred times. However, by the time she arrived at the tribe, her anger had already disappeared by half, and she only thought about beating Leng Huo hard and making him dispel his mind. And now, after talking to Leng Huo, even that beating is gone.

It's just that now she has some resentment in her heart that she is despised by Leng Huo.

Thinking that she is not only excellent in appearance, but also a good hunter in hunting, how many adult hunters in the tribe are not as good as her javelin skills, but Leng Huo has not shown weakness to these advantages, why should he?

"I want to hunt seven beasts of prey and sacrifice to the Holy White Peak. ”

Leng Huo's words were still calm, but they made Sanyunluo stunned. She couldn't help but tap her forehead, seemed a little dizzy, and then asked, "I didn't hear what you said clearly." You repeat. ”

Leng Huo watched her moving facial features distort into a confused expression, felt very happy, and smiled: "Miss Sanyunluo, I want to sacrifice Saint Baifeng!"

Sanyunluo's small mouth opened slightly, and she was surprised. She pointed to the cold fire, as if she wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say.

After a long time, Sanyunluo calmed down, "You want to sacrifice Saint Bai Feng, no wonder you went to provoke the Tyrannosaurus." However, according to your strength, I'm afraid that you will be sent to death!"