Chapter XXXIII: Conflict

Among the three members of the Barefoot Tribe, two middle-aged men were dressed in animal skin robes, with fine muscles, and judging from the strong qi and blood aura on their bodies, they were powerful warriors in the early stage of the seventh order, while the young man who was supported by them in the middle was wearing a gorgeous silk robe, and he was a sixth-order warrior.

Silk is an extremely precious and expensive cloth in the barren forest, and only a few people with the highest authority in a tribe can afford to wear clothes made of silk.

Being able to afford to wear silk robes and being guarded by powerful warriors is enough to show that this young man has a high status in the barefoot tribe!

While Lei Lin was observing the three of them, the young man was also looking at Lei Lin.

"Of the Brute Stone Tribe?"

The young man looked at Lei Lin with a proud expression, and the tone in which he spoke was not very polite.

"You're from the Barefoot tribe?"

Lei Lin also asked, and his heart was full of vigilance.

The relationship between the Barbarian Stone Tribe and the Barefoot Tribe is not very good, because in an alliance, they usually have scruples when they are in the open, and they still maintain a harmonious atmosphere on the surface, but they are constantly moving in secret.

And this barren forest is boundless, and the implementation of the law of the jungle is the naked, in the depths of the barren forest, after the clansmen of both sides encounter, it is not new to kill the killer without saying a word.

Seeing that Lei Lin was young and alone, the three members of the Barefoot tribe did not believe that the red-scaled beast was hunted by Lei Lin.

One of the short, middle-aged men opened his mouth and shouted, "That's right, we belong to the barefoot tribe. Boy, while you still have some vision, give us the stone in your hand, and get out!"

"Guys, you guys don't seem to be a little kind, right?"

This brown stone, Leylin will never give it to anyone. Thunder Lin said as he quietly prepared for battle.

Hearing Lei Lin's words, another tall middle-aged man looked fierce and said coldly: "What, are you deaf?

The young man in the silk robe got impatient and snorted coldly: "Red eyebrows, red hair, what are you talking nonsense about him? It's just a garbage boy from the Barbarian Stone Tribe, kill him, and snatch the red-scaled beast and the brown stone!"

"Okay! Just listen to the young master!"

Before the silk-robed young man could speak, the short middle-aged man sneered, stepped on his feet, his body exploded, and his hands were spread into a pair of eagle talons.

His "Eagle Claw Gong" is the most famous martial art of the red-haired tribe, which is vicious and vicious, powerful through the fingertips, and has amazing lethality. It is said that this martial art has been cultivated to the realm of "Dacheng", and with the power of a fifth-order samurai, it can be grabbed with one claw, and even the bluestone slab can be pierced!

The short middle-aged man is not outstanding in the attainment of "Eagle Claw Gong", but he is a "Seventh Order" warrior, and his basic strength is huge, and this Eagle Claw Gong is displayed with amazing power. I saw that his body was like a flying eagle, jumping into the air, his hands were like claws, and he grabbed at Lei Lin's head.

The other party is outnumbered, and his cultivation is higher than Lei Lin's, and he is a killer as soon as he comes up. In this regard, Lei Lin snorted coldly, and naturally he didn't have to be polite when he made a move!

Boom!

Lei Lin made an instant move and launched the stunt "Nine Rings of Rolling Stones", his right arm was tangled, and his muscles and bones made a crisp sound, and his right fist was fiercely aimed at the short middle-aged man's eagle claws.

"Rolling Stones? ridiculous!"

The short middle-aged man saw Lei Lin's fist path, and only thought it was the Rolling Stone Fist of the Rotten Street of the Barbarian Stone Tribe, and he didn't pay attention to the difference between Lei Lin's "Rolling Stone Nine Rings" and the ordinary Rolling Stone Fist.

The short middle-aged man and the warriors of the Barbarian Stone tribe have fought a lot of times, and they have a lot of experience in resolving the Rolling Stone Fist. At this time, he thought that after Lei Lin unleashed the Rolling Stone Fist, he chose to ignore it at all, and a pair of eagle talons continued to viciously grab at Lei Lin's head.

In an instant, the sharp fingertips cut through the air, causing a screaming sound, and the short middle-aged man's face was full of smirks, as if he saw a claw scratch Lei Lin's head out of five blood holes.

Rumble!

Click!

After a muffled crash, Leylin's fists and a pair of talons of the short middle-aged man collided together, and then there was a terrifying sound of bones shattering.

In an instant, the short middle-aged man only felt an incredibly powerful force hitting his claws, and his claws that could easily be pierced by even bluestone slabs were as weak and fragile as mud encountering steel plates, and his palms were instantly shattered by the terrifying force.

"No ......"

The short middle-aged man was so frightened that he only had time to exclaim, and then the remaining strength of Lei Lin's "Nine Rings of Rolling Stones" slammed into his chest.

Click!

The sound of crisp fractures sounded, and a large pit sank into the chest of the short middle-aged man, and blood and fragments of internal organs spurted out of his mouth like money, and his whole body flew high like a rotten sack and fell into the bushes.

Look at it, if he is still alive, it will be a miracle!

"Red Eyebrows ......"

This scene only stunned the tall middle-aged man and the young man, unbelievable!

Judging from the surging aura of qi and blood, they were sure that the cultivation of the young man of the Barbarian Stone Tribe in front of them was definitely no more than the seventh order. However, it was such a young kid who, with one punch, smashed to death the seventh-order warrior Red Eyebrow, who was also a well-known warrior in their tribe!

"This ...... What kind of martial arts is this...... It's horrible...... Not good!"

With a mutter, the tall middle-aged man felt a little chilled, and then trembled, because he had already seen Lei Lin's murderous gaze fixed on him and the young man.

The tall middle-aged man knew very well that the strength of the short red eyebrows was above him. The red eyebrows who are stronger than him are not Lei Lin's generals, and he will definitely not be able to please him under Lei Lin's fist!

Therefore, the tall middle-aged man made the decision to flee as soon as possible.

"Young master, run away!"

With a shout, the tall middle-aged man grabbed the young man, turned around and fled at high speed towards the bushes.

"Red hair, what are you doing, kill that kid and avenge your brother!"

The young man in the silk robe was still a little unclear about the situation, and was pulled away by a tall middle-aged man, but he was unrelenting.

The red hair didn't speak, but in his heart he scolded this young man for being an incorrigible stupid pig!

If it were possible, the red hair would have left the idiot young man behind, but the young man was the only son of the tribal chief.

Unlike other tribes, the chiefs of the Barefoot tribe are high and have supreme authority. This can be seen from the fact that this young man is honored as the young master.

At the thought of the chief's methods, the red hair was terrified, so at this time, even if he gave him a hundred dares, he did not dare to leave the young man and flee for his life alone.