Ma Qing took two steps back, although he was awkward in his heart, he stirred in the fire with a bright silver gun, exposed the sweet potatoes and potatoes, and said: Do you want to eat?

The strange man nodded.

Ma Qing had no choice but to take a step back and say: If you like it, you will give it to you.

The strange man walked like a puppet, his joints stiff, but he moved so fast that in the blink of an eye he was at the fire. An ominous omen rose in Ma Qing's heart for no reason, and instinctively catapulted in the direction of Xiao Jiu. This feeling is very vague, but it is very strong, just like Xiao Weibai Fengchang's premonition of the earth cracking, it is a kind of "sense of fate" that can only be found in the depths of the cultivation of the realm.

The strange man did not use his hands to take the sweet potato, but the whole person prostrated in front of the fire, staring at the fire in a daze, and the light of the fire was reflected in his godless pupils, as if it had been ignited directly into his soul. Then he took a bite down.

It was not sweet potatoes that were bitten, but fire.

The fire was originally a virtual thing, but it was like a liquid in his mouth, and his throat rose and fell significantly. Then the bite becomes more and more frequent, and the stomach becomes more and more bulging with swallowing. In just a dozen breaths, all the half-human-tall flames were eaten. Then the strange man "plopped", and his head hung down weakly, knocking on the dirt.

Ma Qing heard of it and blurted out:, I can't imagine that there are people who love fire, and they eat themselves to death on the spot!

The limits of foodies have been refreshed at once!

Xiao Jiu shouted, I'll go find Eleven. Ma Qing grabbed Xiao Jiu's braid and scolded in a low voice: You want to die.

But when someone's brother is dead, you have to notify the other party to save him.

Ma Qing said: I feel very bad, follow me first.

Xiao Jiu still wanted to struggle, but the ponytail was firmly grasped in Ma Qing's hands.

The girl was annoyed that her hair was caught. Xiao Jiu turned his head and cried and scolded: I'm going to be angry if I grab my hair again!

Ma Qing pointed at the strange man: He's not dead, he's not dead!

As he spoke, the strange man propped up his body with his hands and slowly stood up, but he seemed to be a completely different person. His skin was red, and there were even redder veins bulging under his skin. His stature has risen from seven feet to more than two feet, and his limbs are thick, like a fire giant. At the same time, the Turtle Hill people pushed out of several huts in the canyon one after another, holding longbows, and watched the three of them from a distance. Ma Qing and Xiao Jiu stopped arguing at this moment, and stood in place. The expressionless faces of the Turtle Hill Clan now looked extremely cold and dangerous in their eyes.

The Burning Man was furious, and he threw his fists indiscriminately. Everywhere the Fury Fist went, there was a burst of hot temperature, and the air around it seemed to fluctuate like water ripples. The plants and trees that were closer quickly dried up, and even the lake in the distance quickly steamed. Ma Qing and the Guiqiu people confronted each other from afar, and no one acted rashly until the fire man's movements became bigger and bigger. After a period of venting, the burning man rose into the air and rushed straight at Ma Qing and the others. The Burning Man moved, and the Turtlehill Clan's bows and arrows immediately followed. They made their bows very large, and their arrows were as long as short spears. Whoosh, more than a dozen long arrows slashed a beautiful arc, stabbing at Ma Qing and Xiao Jiu in unison. The momentum is too fast, Ma Qing still has to take care of Xiao Jiu, and he can't take a step back, although he has no bottom in his heart, he can only forcibly dance the long stick and prepare to shake this blow.

When the fire man had been killed, he found that the long arrow was not coming towards Ma Qing, but towards the fire man. More than a dozen long arrows locked him firmly in the joints of the fire man's hands and feet like sticks, and shot him in front of Ma Qing's eyes.

Turtlehill Eleven took advantage of this gap and rushed along the mountain road, shouting as he ran: Run, fast.

Ma Qing picked up Xiao Jiu on his back and ran towards Eleven. Eleven kept drawing circles with her wrist and shouting: Outside. Hearing this, Ma Qing braked sharply and ran quickly outside the canyon, without looking behind him. Eleven followed behind, but even though he ran with all his might, there was still no expression on his face, and he didn't even pant for breath.

Ma Qing ran out of the road for half a mile in one breath before stopping. Eleven then arrived, and the first thing he said was: I'm sorry.

Ma Qing and Xiao Jiu were naturally puzzled, but they stretched out their hands not to hit the smiling man, they couldn't say a cruel word to Eleven, and his mouth was stuck like that, so he could only wait for him to say it slowly.

I don't know if this passage is often used by the Turtle Hill clan, or after talking for a few hours, Eleven said smoothly: The Turtle Hill clan is crazy when it encounters fire, we have no malicious intent, but you accidentally lit a fire.

Ma Qing patted his head, no wonder they only ate raw fruits and vegetables, and there was no stove in the hut, he was really careless to cause trouble.

Eleven went on to say: Rage, day and night, bow, sleepy, go quickly, nose, well, run with the wind.

Ma Qing nodded and asked: Then what should you do?

Eleven said: Blood, he won't harm me, I'll stop him, you go quickly!

Ma Qingzuo bowed and thanked him and quickly retreated.

After Ma Qing was drunk, even if he had not breathed, he knew that he had made great progress in cultivation, but he was still not the triad of the burning man. During the melee, Xiao Jiu was injured by the burning man's aftermath and fell unconscious. Ma Qing carried Xiao Jiu on his back, which was equivalent to binding his hands, and he had no power to parry. Fortunately, the fire body method is not flexible enough, Ma Qing fights and retreats, at least he can save his life. can escape all the way, and it is already the end of the strong crossbow at this time. Ma Qing was a fat guts, and he knew that if he blindly escaped, he would definitely be dead or alive, so he could only make a dangerous move to devour the wolf, and rushed to the camp of the white horse demon.

He shouted: Qingjiang Maqing, Guiqiu warrior, come to camp! Before the shout fell, he jumped more than five feet high, rushed out of the forest to the west of the white horse, and ran north without stopping.

The white horses around looked stupid: where did this bastard boy come from, smashing the field and running here!

Eh, the camp is here, run in the wrong direction, boy!

Ma Taxue, who was scouting in the distance, vaguely heard the word "Ma Qing", goosebumps rose, and then saw that it was indeed the young master, and immediately rode over to answer it.

Ma Qing rushed left and right like a fish, and the white horse couldn't close it, so he couldn't help it for a while. The fire man seemed to recognize Ma Qing, no one except him, and he followed closely behind with a brisk walk. But he was slower after all, and he was upright. If Ma Qing avoided the enemy by skill, then he would break the enemy with strength. Every time he takes a step barefoot, a charred footprint burns on the grass, and the punch will never miss, and an ordinary white horse will definitely die if he is punched.

The fire man and Ma Qing rushed into battle, unhindered, and seemed to be sharp and difficult to find opponents, but in fact, it was just their luck to survive. On the one hand, the flank assembly area of the white horse is not in order, and the enemy actually chases after them in twos and threes, which is like a game, if they form a phalanx like two armies facing each other, they can only become meat pies no matter how powerful they are. On the other hand, the huge flanks don't even have a different pupil horse, and if they can be delayed for a while, the momentum of the encirclement will be complete, and these people will not be able to escape.

The burning man didn't feel it, but Ma Qing was very clear. Although the work under his feet was not ambiguous at all, he slowly felt the heaviness of his steps, and the operation of Zhou Tianyuan's vitality also slowed down, so he could only endure it with a hard breath.