The ghost brother was injured by a blow, and he wanted to rush forward, but he was stopped by the ghost, and in desperation, he retreated stupidly.

The third game was still Longtu vs. Qiqi, and Longtu won in the end.

So the whole game, there are winners and losers between the various tribes, and the final decision is handed over to the patriarch of each tribe, and the game stipulates that which tribe has the most victories, which tribe has the right to play last.

Feng Tuzhong finally won three games, except for Zhang Yiyang, Ghost and Ghost, the rest of the people were all defeated.

Long Tu won four games, the Qiqi tribe won two, and the Black Tiger won three games like Fengtu, so the first to play was the Qiqi tribe.

Feng Li is the chief of the alliance tribe, so he must lead by example, in the first game, Feng Zhennu sent people to fight, everyone thought that Feng Tu would send a ghost, but they didn't expect that a guy named Ghost Yi was finally sent out.

This young man called Ghost Yi is a person that everyone is not familiar with, but everyone gave him a title called, the Dark Ghost Warrior cultivated by the Fengtu tribe, which means that for this big competition, the Fengtu tribe deliberately hid a master.

Ghost Yi has a clear impression on everyone, his shots are sharp, his moves are simple, and he won the third place in the Black Tiger Tribe with a relaxed attitude.

And this time, Zhang Yiyang fought against Poor Dali, this poor Dali is very interesting, a pair of small eyes are not proportional to his honest face at all, especially the nearly three-meter tall, which can indeed be called a giant.

Zhang Yiyang stood opposite like a child, looking at the giant in front of him, he could only look up.

"Ghost Easy!"

The loud voice of the poor force resounded in the audience, which made people sound very comfortable.

"Poor force!"

After the two of them greeted each other, they laughed heartily at each other, and after laughing, each other's eyes were filled with war intent.

Coincidentally, the two men retreated to a safe distance from each other and opened their fighting stance.

Poor Dali's arms were also covered with rough bark, but unlike the previous Poor Warriors, several branches of different rules grew at his elbows, like barbs, hideous and terrifying.

The first collision Zhang Yiyang took the lead, the flame in his palm was like a meteorite, falling rapidly, when he was about to touch the poor force, the latter's arm was raised, and a green faint halo appeared on the back of the rough hand, and then a tree as thick as the mouth of a bowl grew wildly, until it collided with the meteorite, and finally canceled out.

This first temptation did not cause any damage to both sides, but there was a tacit understanding between them, and the second blow was launched at the same time.

In line with the principle of vigorously producing miracles, the ordinary and ordinary one is to blast towards Zhang Yiyang with a punch.

For this punch, Zhang Yiyang also walked steadily, with his left hand in front and his right hand into a fist, struggling to blast out.

For Zhang Yiyang's performance on the field, everyone has a puzzled attitude, the poor tribe is born with divine power, and anyone present knows it, and this poor strength is a demon among geniuses, instead of fisting, to put it bluntly, it is the same as looking for death without measuring one's strength.

But in the next second, everyone's doubts were swept away, and they saw that the thin punch of Ghost Yi in the field collided with the fist as small as a football, which only made the thin young man take three steps back.

Poor Dali's little eyes lit up, his mouth laughed, and he shouted happily: "It's enjoyable, you are the first one among your peers who can compete with me, let's come again!"

Zhang Yiyang shook his numb arm and touched it again.

"Bang... Boom... Bang..."The meat-to-flesh muffled sound on the field continued.