An open-air tribe with an area of kilometers is located in the east of this imperial garden, and the smoke of cooking curls from the houses into the air.

"Elder Heaven! The hunt was quite fruitful, and this time a total of seventy-seven tribesmen were dispatched, and now all of them have returned to the tribe. ”

"The results of this hunt are as follows: a total of 377 perilla rabbits, 231 red-crowned chickens, 3 ground scorpion eggs, 2 black bear cubs, and 3 baskets of ground green vine spirits..."

A man with his upper body naked said to the old man standing in the doorway.

This man's name is Fist Ji, he belongs to the fist clan warrior in the fist tribe, a bronze hard as steel muscles exude a male masculinity in the sun, a pair of eyes that exude a fierce aura stared at the statistical scroll, reporting the results of this year's hunt to Fist Collapse Tian.

Annual hunting, as a grand festival of the fist tribe, will be held several times a year, the scale can even involve a large area from the east to the north of the Imperial Garden, in the time period belonging to the annual hunting, there are many people who enter and exit this Imperial Garden to meet the Fist clan, and it is inevitable that there will be a fight.

Many strong people are also quite a headache, although the fist clan is not good at the cultivation of inner shadow power, but its body refining technique is extremely perverted, the destructive power generated by the physical strength of a qualified fist warrior is comparable to that of a strong person close to the triple inner shadow power, and its strong muscles are enough to open mountains and crack stones, and break stones and divide gold.

The most important thing is the annual hunt and other tribal events, but the time is not necessarily, whenever the lack of materials in the clan reaches a certain level, it will be held to replenish the materials.

It can only be said that Lan Han and the others were really unlucky, and as soon as they entered the Imperial Flower Garden, they happened to meet the annual hunting of the Quan Clan.

"Let's go, the tribe is holding a big event, we can't do it, they must be very strict at this time." Li Xiongan said helplessly.

Everyone was about to leave, and suddenly the old man standing in the distance among the tribes had a smile on his face, his hands were raised to his waist, and a punch was blasted out, and the fist wind spread with a circle of qi wave fluctuations, and Ling Yan hit the mountain in front of him directly.

"Oh no, hurry up! If you are beaten to death! Li Xiongan shouted.

"Damn, I'm going to finish the game!" Ouyang Kui shouted at the same time.

Li Xiong'an pulled out the rusty giant knife wrapped in bandages on his back with his backhand, and the shadow power sprayed out and placed it on the knife, the rusty knife became extremely sharp in an instant, and the cold light was revealed, and bursts of blue light surrounded it.

Li Xiong'an slashed forward, and a giant cyan sword shadow connecting heaven and earth slashed out, directly collising with the fist power in front of him, but the majestic cyan sword shadow did not last for more than two seconds before it was shattered and scattered by the fist wind carried by the fist strength, turning into a little green light and disappearing.

Li Xiongan's eyelids jumped unconsciously, and his backhand was swung out several times, and the shadow of the knife and the fist in the sky were crossed, trying to stop the terrifying fist.

"Broken Hong!" Lan Hanyun'er shouted at the same time.

The Soul Thirst Dream Soul twin swords swung forward at the same time, and the two red rays slashed quickly, helping the cyan sword to bombard the fist strength at the same time, but compared to the cyan sword rays, these two broken swords were still weaker.

Under the entanglement of the cyan sword, it only lasted less than two seconds before it shattered, and even the scattered Hongying was directly annihilated.

But the two of them still slashed out multiple broken flags and slashed towards the terrifying fist.

Gradually, under the obstruction of the cyan sword, the fist became slowed down, but it also broke through the blockade of the sword, and slammed into the mountain where Lan Han and the others were, and the terrifying sound exploded directly, shaking everyone's eardrums.

A large amount of gravel and dust and large trees did not fall as expected, but were clasped against the rock wall by the old man's terrifying fist, and a fist-sized pit was deep on the rock wall.

"It's over, it's not blocked." Li Xiong'an said

"This old man has at least the level of six inner shadow powers...... "Yun'er said, a few drops of cold sweat slid down his face.

Tassel and Ouyang Kui were dumbfounded from the sidelines, and their eyelids jumped.

The old man exhaled lightly, and under the gaze of his clansmen, his right foot stepped out, leaving an afterimage.