It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided. Buli still didn't speak, looking at Bai Liang, waiting for the drama bones. For so many years, Buli has spent so much silence, until Cai Xiaoxian, who talks a lot, appears.

"That's my newly bought maid, and you were abducted like that? If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll give you an explanation. Bai Liang said with a smile, and a stiff black pot smashed on Bu Li's back. But what about being blunt? Just like that, even if you are beaten to death, you will be fooled by a random excuse. Can the town still have trouble with itself because of such a bastard?

Bai Liang thought about the cause and effect clearly, how could he not know the way when he stepped away. Zhilu said that these stubborn masters are here to find trouble today, and this matter can't be good if they don't fight, Buli is still silent, and he moves his fingers slightly, and there is a click between his knuckles.

"Look, my heart is weak, give it to me, beat this bastard to death!" Bai Liang waved his hand, and the young man next to him rushed up viciously like a wolf cub.

Originally, Cai Xiaoxian dealt with these children with one hand, even if he used one hand, it was too redundant. But he is very timid, especially when facing people. Bu Li is also very helpless about Cai Xiaoxian, and occasionally admires Cai Xiaoxian in his heart, no matter how many wild beasts he kills in the mountains, once Cai Xiaoxian hurts people, he is afraid that he will take him to the end of the world.

The fists fell like raindrops, a little sparse, and the steps that could be avoided were dodged, and even if they couldn't dodge, even if they resisted with their bodies, it wasn't a big deal. For Bu Li, who went into the mountains alone to hunt wild beasts at the age of ten, the fists of these teenagers were not much stronger than the strength of massage.

Dodging the attack in front of him, he turned around and kicked a teenager in the stomach. Like a kite with a broken string, the boy was kicked five steps away, lying on the ground retching. The blow of the step away is skillful and sharp, each blow falls on the opponent's most uncomfortable place, the joint connection, the chest and abdomen junction, the sensitive point of pain, although the force of the blow is controlled, just the pain, but I don't want to hurt, but those waste wood teenagers who rushed up fell one after another in the step away.

As he gets older, the advantage that Auri occupies in such fights becomes more and more obvious. And every target of the attack has its own meaning, first of all, do those Bai Liang diehards, and the children who are wrapped up in the fun will naturally scatter.

Although Bu Li received a lot of punches and kicks, he didn't hurt his muscles and bones at all. Every time he exchanged punches or feet, Buli's body was like an iron wall, and attacking Buli's boy was like kicking on the iron plate, wailing and falling.

The movements are not very fast, but they are unusually concise. This was learned by Bu Li when he was trying to survive and hunt wild beasts alone in the mountains, and compared with the wild beasts in the mountains, although these young men had hideous faces, they were as gentle as hares. The hideous ruthlessness on the surface is in the eyes of Bu Li, which is a piece of paper pasted on the window, which will be broken when stabbed.

Grabbing the most white and bright dead friend, he stepped away and kicked at the young man's chest and abdomen. The face of the young man who was a little pale and cruel was as if he had just drunk the strongest wine in a jar, and it was red and about to drip blood. He arched his feet like a shrimp, stepped away from his right elbow like a sledgehammer, and smashed it on the back of the boy's head, lifting his left knee and hitting the side on the boy's right cheek.

Although it was crisscrossing the chaotic crowd, the screams were continuous, and I couldn't hear the numbers, and my fists and feet flew like raindrops. Bu Li still focused most of his attention on Bai Liang, if there was anyone among these people who could bring him real harm, it was Bai Liang.

At the moment when Bu Li's left knee was raised, Bai Liang, who had been smiling and watching Bu Li being beaten by the group, suddenly disappeared!

The step tightened, and the left knee did not stop, hitting the face of the young man in front of him. The strength of the force increased to the peak at this moment, and he didn't care about keeping his hand, and knocked the young man in front of him into the air, and his whole body pressed forward, three points shorter.

There was a tiger roar on his side, and a strong wind struck. Buli's body was just low, and he felt the strong wind whistling around him, and he used his hind legs hard, and the whole person "catapulted" out of the lun, hitting the boy who had just been hit by his knees and had not had time to fly out of the lun.

The reflexes of the step away are extremely fast, and the surprise attacks on the side are faster. The sharp dagger-like tiger claws shredded the animal skin that Bu Li was draped on, and three deep blood marks were rubbed on Bu Li's back.

In mid-air, he stepped away from the young man in front of him, forcibly twisted his waist and looked sideways, only to see a fierce tiger with a black pattern on a white background just pounced, and the tiger tail behind him smashed towards him like an iron rod. The tiger's tail flicked very quickly, and an afterimage could be seen in the air. The air seemed to be shattered by the tiger's tail, making a high-pitched whistling sound.

It is not the first time that Buli has seen a carved beast, in the festival of the tribe, when the adult warriors of the tribe teach children, Buli has seen it from afar, although it is only a few occasional times, but the impression is very deep. But this time it was completely different, Bu Li not only saw the carved beast, but also directly faced the white carved beast.

The mind flashed, and the body was forced to twist in mid-air, which was already difficult, and it was difficult to turn the angle, curl up, and block the direction of the tiger's tail with his knees.

There was a crisp "click", Bu Li was swept out of the coffin, his patella was shattered, and a sharp pain gave way to a black eye.

took a slam bite on his tongue, and walked away from life and death to know that he must not faint to death. The smell of blood between his mouths gave way to his senses, and his body fell to the ground like a broken sandbag, crushing the grass.

Dealing with wild beasts in the mountains and forests, the more critical the moment, the more you can't panic, if you want to live. When I was ten years old, I understood that a heart is as hard as a rock.

The white and bright carved tiger has an extremely strong body, three points faster than the real tiger in the mountains, and as soon as it lands with abundant strength, it jumps up again and pounces on Bu Li.

With no experience in fighting with the Pattern Carving Beast, when he suddenly faced the Pattern Carving Beast beyond the strength of ordinary desolate beasts, he was irreversibly seriously injured in a few steps. After years of tenacity, Buli faced the tiger alone, without fear or anger, but just faced it more calmly.

I don't know when Bu Li had a sharp knife in his hand, the knee of his left leg was twisted, and the white bone stubble poked out, stained red with blood, and dragged to the ground. With his right knee bent, he endured the severe pain, kept his body in a half-squatting position, and calmly watched the tiger pounce on him.

A fishy breath came to his face, and the fierce tiger's hideous momentum was pressed down like a boulder, and Buli's mouth and nose were filled with this smell, and his breath was suppressed, and he couldn't breathe.

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